(Please help me with any mistakes.)

Jeanette's Pov

Michael was acting like a bitch ever since we walked up the stairs.

His first mistake was telling me he liked me. I didn't know what else to say but no. This deal didn't say that we could talk about feelings or even have feelings for one another, but yet he was confessing his. And although I might feel the same way, we can't have a real relationship. I don't think I'm ready.

Then I guess he forgot what he told me in the staircase because a couple of minutes afterwards he was flirting with that Hoe Heather. He was staring at her flat cardboard ass in front of me and he let her press her saggy grandma breasts against his back. I didn't know B cups could sag that low but she did the impossible. I was about ready to snap her in half but I couldn't. I had no real claim on him. Why fight?

He even gave that bitch my office!

After that he yelled at me for no apparent reason like a lunatic. It felt like old times but instead of making me feel like I wanted to choke him. I was a hurt. All the things he did today was bring me down and on top of Michael's bipolar feelings, Gordon's rapist ass came back into our lives. What I'm trying to figure out is how Michael knew about his assault. I sure as hell didn't tell him.

"I have literally no idea what your talking about " I laugh nervously. I mean, it was true but I couldn't have Michael knowing that. I wouldn't want to be responsible for this deal going down the drain because of Gordon's stupid actions.

"Jeanette, the next day I called his office to inform him that we were leaving and his assistant said that he was admitted into the hospital the same night you were. His assistant also said he had gotten into an 'Accident.' Do you think I'm that stupid that I wouldn't figure it out?" he growled and slammed his fist on our desk.

"Either you stop slamming your freaking hand on that fucking desk or I will have to chop it off. Then you can just slam your head on the desk and take a nice nap. Who knows, maybe you'll become a little more bearable after" I hissed at him.

"Your dodging the question" he said sharply.

"Even if it did happen I'm still in one piece. I'm Fine. Everything's good." I said calmly, hoping to persuade him to settling down.

But as I predicted his facial expression grew angrier. His jaw was clenched and he was about to storm out of the room like a mad man out for blood. However I ran to the door before him. My back was leaning on the door, while Michael was standing in front of me.

"Jeanette move, NOW" he yelled. I stayed where I was and blocked the door nod with my hand.

"Where did you think you're going" I snapped.

"I'm going to go beat the shit out of that bastard" he growled.

"Michael listen-" I was about to say more but he wasn't having it. He tried to move me but I slapped his hands.

"Listen, it's in the past now. We need to focus on getting this deal" I said calmly.

"I DON'T GIVE A FLYING SHIT ABOUT THE DEAL RIGHT NOW JEANETTE" he barked.

"THANK GOD YOU MADE THIS ROOM SOUND PROOF. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE HELL YOUR TALKING ABOUT. THIS DEAL IS VERY FREAKING IMPORTANT MICHAEL" I screamed at him.

"JEANETTE-" he started but I cut in.

"NO MICHAEL. WHAT HAPPENED TO ME ISN'T ANY OF YOUR GOD DAMN BUSINESS. ITS MINE. WHY DO YOU THINK I DIDN'T TELL YOU?" I shouted.

"IT DOESN'T CONCERN ME? MY WIFE ALMOST GETTING RAPPED DOESN'T CONCERN ME? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?"

"Michael-"

"NO. IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO YOU ITS MY BUSINESS. WHEN I HAVE FEELINGS FOR A WOMAN I WILL PROTECT HER NO MATTER WHAT. I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE CIRCUMSTANCES."

"I HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU TOO BUT YOU DON'T SEE ME ACTING ALL FUCKING CRAZY. YELLING AT PEOPLE, SAYING CRAZY SHIT, SLAMMING MY HANDS ON FUCKING DESKS, AND-" I stopped talking because I realized I let something slip. I'm such a dummy. My face started to get red and I froze. Michael on the other hand turned from angry to amused.

"What did you say" Michael asked through his smirk.

"What" I said acting confused.

"Did you just say you have feelings for me"

"What? No! That's crazy I said..." I was trying to think of something to say but he stopped my brain process. He grabbed the back of my neck with his hand and slammed his lips on mine harshly. At first I tried to push him away but he grabbed my hands and slammed them above my head on the door. I didn't move. So he slammed my body against the door with his and that caused a gasp to escape my lips.

He slipped his tongue into my mouth and started to explore. My resistance had soon failed and I was kissing back. When let go of my hands and I grabbed the sides on his shirt and pulled him more into me. His hands were roaming everywhere and when he got to my hair he undid the bun and started to run his hands through.

The feeling he was giving me was so overwhelming. Our make out session was causing us both to breath heavy and I was starting to feel dizzy. Michael left my lips and started to kiss my cheek, then my neck. His hands started to unbutton my shirt so he could start kissing further down. That resulted me to pulled his hair and he groaned.

I was about to fall because my legs weren't supporting me but he lifted me up from the ground and ordered me to wrap my legs around him. I did as he said and he carried me to the desk.

I guess he was getting sick of the buttons so he just ripped the rest off my shirt. He slid it off my shoulders and dropped it on the floor. His eyes landed on my bra and was about to take it off but I slapped his hands away and jumped off the desk.

"What the hell" he said in a breathy voice as he looked at me with lustful intentions.

"We should be getting back" I said as I went around the desk to get my bag. I needed a shirt.

"Or we could just continue what we were doing" he said as he was walking behind me and swiftly pulled down both my bra straps. Then he started to kiss my shoulder and then my neck.

"Jesus Michael. How can you be so horny? We're at work" I said in a shakey voice. He just hummed and continued his kisses.

"Michael we can't" I said and then put back my straps on my shoulders. Michael groaned as he stun me around and gave me a kiss.

"You ruined my shirt" I pouted softly.

"You look better this way" he said as he hands traced my silhouette.

"Ugh" I said as I pushed him away from me and went back to the desk. I opened one of the drawers where my purse was and grabbed a white shirt to put on.

"Were you planning on getting your clothes ripped off?"

"I always have back up clothes Michael"

"hm" he said as he spun me around again and started to kiss my neck again.

"Michael stop" I giggled.

"Your no fun" he said as he softly as he bit my neck. We were having a comfortable silence until he brought up that bitches name.

"What do you think of Heather" he asked.

"She's nice" I lied. Truthfully I wanted to break her head with a hammer for looking at Michael the way that she does. With her eyes following him like a lost dog.

"How is she nice when she openly flirts with me in front of you? Doesn't that make you feel a certain way?" he asked confused. Then my brain got the reason behind his question. He was doing it intentionally.

"Wow. So that's what you were doing" I scoffed.

"What" he said innocently.

"Your trying too hard chuckles." I laughed and then gave him a little peck on his lips. I thought it was cute he was trying to make me jealous.

"What do you mean"

"If you wanted to make me jealous you should have probably tried something else." I said with an amused smirk.

"So you weren't jealous?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Why would I be" I asked.

"Because of all those things she did" he explained.

"Michael, you like me, I like you and no one likes heather. That's all that matters" I said softly and that earned me a kiss from him.

"I love hearing you say that dimples"

"I wont say it often" I said truthful. Talking about feelings isn't my strong suit.

"Well at least you say it.... Your really important to me.... And I want you to be honest with me. I want you to show some kind of reaction when girls like Heather come around"

"What wouldn't like me to do chuckles? Break their skulls? I mean it would be fun but it wouldn't easy. That would be too much heads to bash" I explained through a few giggles.

"It would be reassuring" he said through a chuckle. Then I pressed my lips against his and kissed him softly. He picked me up and put me back on the desk and I wrapped my legs around him. Then I pulled away a little.

"Was that reassuring Chuckles" I asked as I bit my lip.

"Very" he said in a husky voice and was about to go in for another kiss but someone busted the door open. I pushed Michael off me and adjusted my clothing. Then I looked to see Heather's ugly angry face. My lips craved into a smile. She was fuming.

"They wanted to find out what the hold up was" Heather said through a clenched jaw.

I wanted to try something. Chuckles did say he wanted me to claim him as mine so that's what I was going to do. I turned around to give Michael a peck on his cheek and then grabbed his hand.

"Let's Go Shaw" I said and then walked out of the room with Michael. Heather was stomping her big feet while she followed us. Sadly I had to drop his hand and put back my professional act.

"Shall we continue" I said as I sat down and Michael sat down next to me.

***

All through out the meeting I was trying to focus but Michael's hand gripping my upper thigh was very distracting. I wanted to move it but Gordon and Heather were watching me like two fucking hawks trying to catch there prey.

The real trouble started when the meeting was about to close. We were trying to discuss the people who would be working on the project with Gordon and Michael lost it.

"So we should start the construction of the building immediately" Gordon said.

"Okay Heather will be overseeing the proceedings" Michael answered.

"I think Jeanette should do it" Gordon said and then looked at me with his piercing eyes.

"No I know Heather will do a good job. Isn't that right Heather?" Michael said as he looked at her. She smiled at him and batted the few eye lashes she had left. I'm surprised they all didn't fall off at once.

"Of course sir." Heather purred.

"Well with all due respect I would like to have Jeanette do it. Heather is a little new and Jeanette was with us in Paris for the beginning of this deal. I just think she should continue to work on it." Gordon said.

"Didn't I just say-" Michael was about to snap but I interjected.

"Mr. Shaw, its fine. I can over see the proceeding. No need to argue." I offered.

"No. Heather will take this project and that is final" Michael snapped.

"Very well. Then Jeanette will plan the grand opening" Gordon suggested.

"Heather will do that too. This meeting is over" Michael said in a dismissive tone. Then he got up from his seat and left the room.

"Well this was fun..." I laughed awkwardly. Everyone was looking at me.

"Heather will you please see Gordon and his assistants out" I said as I stood up in a hurry to leave the uncomfortable room. I raced off to were Michael had gone. His chair was turned around and I guess he was looking at the sky. I closed the door and went over to sit in his lap. He accepted me with open arms. We were both looking outside.

"Michael" I said softly. I waited to see if he was listening. He responded with a hm.

"What the hell was that" I continued to ask in a soft voice.

"I was trying to prevent what happened last time" he said in the same tone.

"Michael, I need to do my job. If I can't work on the project what kind of assistant would I be? You said me and Heather were sharing this job but you made her do all the work. I wouldn't have come back if I knew that you would have forbidden me from doing actual work." I said calmly. I didn't want to argue but he wasn't letting me do my job. I can't just come here and do nothing with my day. It's bullshit.

"I already told you, that you didn't need to work."

"Work keeps me happy. It keeps me busy, distracted" I said.

"What do you need to be distracted from" he asked.

"Don't worry about it." I said as I turned my head to look at him.

"I thought I said I wanted you to be honest"

"I'll tell you one day Chuckles" I said quietly.

"Okay." he said. Then there was silence. I knew I had to quit. Michael was acting to possessive, to controlling. I wanted to breathe. He was suffocating me here.

"I have something to tell you" I said and stood up from his lap.

"What it is" he said with concern as he stood up too.

"I quit."

"Why" he asked confused.

"Because if you wont let me work then I have to find another thing to do. I'm not mad or anything I just need another distraction." I explained.

"Well if your doing that then I need you to do something for me" he said.

"What"

"You need to move back in with me"

"I thought we discussed this-"

"Gordon is here and I want you to be safe. You'll be safe at my house"

"Have you forgotten that I am the queen of the Mafia " I asked with a smile.

"I don't care. I, personally, want to make sure you're okay." he said and then took my hand.

"Fine. Fine. Let me just get my stuff from my house"

"Isn't your sister there?"

"So what?"

"Don't you remember what she did"

"Michael me and my sister have a complicated relationship. She's not that bad." I said in reassuring voice. I knew what he thought of Patton. I knew how everyone did. They thought she was a bad sister but she isn't... sometimes. She was just.... Really protective of our father that happens to hate me. It wasn't her fault that he disliked me....

"Whatever you say... Will I see you when I get home?" he asked.

"Yup. I'll be there with a feast fit for a king and some lingerie" I teased.

"Really" he asked with a grin.

"No, I'm probably going to order take out and then we might watch a movie"I giggled.

"The other option sounds more appealing" Michael said as he snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him.

"We'll see" I laughed as I exited the room. While I walked out of the office Heather gave me her ugly face and I responded with just a sweet smile.

***

It took me about 15 minutes to get to Tiffany's place. When I knocked on the door I was greeted with a punch in the gut and a hug.

"Jeanette I haven't seen you in forever. I mean I would've understand why you wouldn't tell that jackass Shaw or Wes but not telling me. That's cold" Tiffany lectured me as she dragged me to sit on the couch.

"I know I'm sorry I was just a little discombobulated. My father is just too much to handle" I said softly as I sat on the couch next to her.

"I saw. I wanted to kill him"

"Eh. After a while it kinda gets easier. So where's Patton?"

"She's in your room. But we gotta talk about some issues that have come up since she's been here" Tiffany sighed.

"What do you mean?" I asked confused.

"She doesn't know how to do ANYTHING Jeanette. She can't clean up after herself, she can't tend to the baby. I've had to clean up her messes and the baby. She can't even change a simple diaper. And the worst part is that she doesn't have a job. She sits here in the living room eating chips in her sweats and leaves crumbs everywhere. 24/7 she is here Jeanette" Tiffany kinda of ranted.

"Well she isn't use to doing things by herself. She had a maid when she use to live with her husband and when we were kids she wasn't responsible for her messes" I explained. Patton didn't know how to do things. She could barely open a bag of chips. She was very pampered as a child. And I did all the chores because I was a living mistake that might as well do something productive then sitting around doing nothing.

"If you want me to send her to my brothers its no probably" I said simply.

"Well I think-" Tiffany was about to say but Patton interrupted by slamming my bedroom door open.

"Jeanette! Where have you been?" She scowled as she walked over to the couch.

"A Place" I said vaguely.

"You were very disrespectful Jeanette. Because of your behavior Dad left. You shouldn't have treated him that way when he came to your house. I wanted to spend more time with him but you just had to drive him away" she spat.

"BITCH" Tiffany shouted at Patton as she sprang up from the couch.

"Excuse me" Patton scoffed.

"Tiff-" I was about to stop this catastrophe but it was too late.

"Shut up Jeanette. I can't believe your letting her talk to you like this." Tiffany growled.

"Patton, I saw how your ugly ass father was and to be honest he's the biggest dick in the world. It's great that his ass left town. I hope that that scaly old man falls into a lake full of shacks and they rip him limb from limb. That's what he should get for disrespecting Jeanette. My friend. Your sister. What kind of sister are you to let her be treated like that? Next time he comes around imma steal Jeanette's car keys and run him over." Tiffany growled.

"HOW DARE YOU" Patton yelled and was about to hit Tiffany but I caught her hand.

"Stop" I said.

"I'm your sister your suppose to be on my side." Patton hissed and then ripped her hand from me.

"Patton, when you have you defended me? Where were you when dad did all those terrible things to me? When he abused me? " I yelled in frustration.

"DAD NEVER HIT US" Patton shouted.

"NO HE NEVER HURT YOU AND CAMERON. I, ON THE OTHER HAND WAS HIS FUCKING PUNCHING BAG. HE DIDN'T WANT TO HIT ME IN FRONT HIS PRECIOUS PRINCESS AND HIS GOLDEN SON. "

"Your just jealous. That's probably the reason you didn't talk to me for 3 years right?" She spat.

"We needed a break. After that day I moved out to be with grandad, you and cam didn't want to talk to me and I was fine with that." I explained.

"You know what Jeanette, at first I was kinda sad that you left. But then I got to see dad become happy. When you were born he didn't smile as much. But when you left I thought maybe you leaving was a good idea. You just kept making mistakes that were messing up my family. And around the second year I almost forgot you even existed." She said. That slapped me in the face.

"You need to get the fuck out of here" Tiffany sneered.

"Good. I didn't want to see her shitty face anyway" Patton said.

"You sound l just ike dad" I laughed bitterly.

"Well I am my fathers daughter. Unlike you. Your nothing but a stranger to this family. Only grandad liked you for some odd reason"

"Thank God I don't take after any of you 4. Or I would have slit my throat at age 10" I said through gritted teeth. After that there was deafening silence. Then Patton turned away from me, went into my room, got baby Eric and left. I didn't look anywhere but the door. Then suddenly I felt a hand touch my cheek. I looked at Tiffany in confusion.