"I guessed you'd try to check out on me." Michael glared at me, brows drawn together and eyes squinted in the sun as I reached the top of the staircase.

"I didn't…I was...just…” I started, still recovering from the whiff of her fragrance. Then shook my head, giving up. "I'm sorry, I have no excuse."

"I didn't expect any." He walked past me, just like that.

I blinked and reached up to touch my face, which was still intact. That reaction was not in my list. But, my life was safe.

I whirled around, and had to run to catch up to him.

"Hey, uh who was that?" I pointed my finger at the black Audi driving off from the road before us.

Mic looked up, made a bitter, almost pained face, deeper than a frown and looked away. What was that about? I wanted to ask, but didn't.

I mean it's not like I was eager to know her name, or what she does, or if she wanted a counselling session of any sort. Free of cost.

I shook off the thought.

"Man, look I had an urgent, sudden case drop in. And I couldn't turn her down," I said as we cross the road and stood beside my car. "You know I'd never break my promise, don't you?"

Mic was about my height, a little above six feet, but I had to always lower my head to catch his eyes. There was always something that was going on in that businessman brain, but nothing that I could point out.

"How'd it go?" I asked, lowering my tone.

"All done." He finally said after one hundred and twenty-two seconds of blank staring. I didn’t even realize I was counting.

"Done?"

"Done." He simply nodded, and pulled out his buzzing phone.

Oh.

Oh.

I quickly closed my mouth shut when I understood what he was talking about.

Idiot Cole, his divorce is done.

Or rather, his marriage is done. So now what? He was single again? But then, he least looked married when he was. I don't think people were going to notice the difference.

After a little more tittle-tattle, with just me speaking and him shortening every answer to a nod and a 'hmm', we parted ways. Although he left with a scrunched, grim face, I couldn't tell if it was because of the sun or the whole phase he was going through, or had gone through.

I turned on the ignition and watched his car drive away, before driving off myself.

Just to ignore the heat in the car or to distract my mind from the rising images of her, I turned on the radio. Instantly, The Weeknd's voice filled the car and my ears with Olivia's favorite track "Earned it". This girl, she always shuffled through the playlist. And what's more, I didn’t mind at all.

A yawn haunted to split my mouth in two as I lazily rested my elbow on the window sill, fingers curling before my mouth as I let the earlier guilt get the best of me.

I didn’t want to think about it—her. I wanted to erase those few moments of silent praising and unnecessary staring. It was just more remorseful that I was heading to my girlfriend's apartment while carrying those "inappropriate" thoughts of another woman in my mind.

When I finally pulled up at Olivia's apartment and glanced down at my watch, it was a little past seven in the evening. So much driving with my tensed shoulders and stiff muscles, and I wasn't a bit tired. I just wanted to go up, knock at her door and sweep her off her feet, into my arms, which was exactly what I did.

Olivia answered the door on the second bell with a wide grin across her cherry lips, but I had little time to appreciate it as I was already bending down, picking her up, and throwing her over my shoulder. She squealed, and the door locked behind me as I walked in, kicking off my shoes.

"Hey!" She protested and smacked my back, but her little giggles outdid the former. "What are you doing?"

"You know exactly what I am doing."

"I made dinner." She exclaimed as I stepped into the living room.

"You are my dinner," The words rumbled out of my chest, as I gave her ass a sharp swat.

She laughed again, a sound ever so pleasing to my ears, as I set her down on the floor, beside the couch, and pulled her up close. She was warm, cheeks flushed and...a little sweaty. Like me.

"I had something to tell you." She said, as I swayed her side to side in my arms, like dancing to our own silent music. Her bright blue ocean eyes, just a shade brighter than mine, were wide and silently nervous. I could tell.

"What is it?" I asked her, as softly as possible, considering the look on her face was worrying me.

She took a deep breath, eyes glued to my chest, not meeting my gaze. "Mom is sick, again." Her face fell. And so did mine.

Why did I even guess that right?

"Oh, babe," I pulled her against my chest and she sighed, circling her arms around my middle.

It was the second time this week. And Olivia was always worried about her Mom. But that wasn't even the worst part. Her Mom lived in San Diego, pretty far away from Vancouver. And I knew what was coming next. So, I suppressed the disappointment rising in my chest.

"Did you pack your stuff?" I asked her as she pulled back and peered up at me, still in my arms. Something about the way she looked at me, told me she was feeling guilty. I sighed and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. "Drop whatever unnecessary things you're thinking." I kissed her again. "Your Mother needs you." She didn't have to feel guilty for leaving to take care of her Mom. She was just as important as anything, if not more.

"It'll be okay," I smiled against her lips, and she tried her best to mirror.

I felt so bad for her, flying back and forth every week for her mother while handling all the stress from her boss at the modeling agency. But most of all, I was proud of her.

After a little more consoling and reassurance, we sat and had our dinner, all the while talking about how my day was and what I did. I told her everything. I mean most of it. About the sudden appointment, getting late for the divorce hearing. But carefully left out the details where I had stopped and stared at Her, someone who wasn't my girlfriend.

As I picked up my car keys, a pair of arms circled around my torso from the back. Olivia nuzzled my back, her fingers slipping in through the gap between the buttons of my shirt.

"Do you have to go?" Her voice came out muffled against my back, almost sad. I gently grabbed her wrists, unlocked her hold and turned around.

“I do. And you, need some good night sleep. Which we both know you wouldn’t get if I stayed.” I tucked her soft blonde curls behind her ears.

Her eyes, an ocean of want and desires, stared up at me. I had the feeling to scoop her up, throw her over the bed and fuck this departure-pain out from both of us. But I couldn't. I knew for a fact that if we started, then it would go on, all night, and she had to catch a flight first thing in the morning. So, I took a deep breath, the oxygen flowing in through my lungs and shooting right down to my cock.

Calm down, buddy, not today.

“I’ll drive you to the airport tomorrow.” I pecked her forehead, slowly peeling myself away from her. “Goodnight.” I told her, successfully covering up the restrain in my voice.

She looked at me, unsure, almost irritated. And then... everything happened so fast, I had no time to process it.

Her hands fisted my collar and she pulled me down, into a fervent and fast kiss our teeth briefly clashing together. As our lips locked, the keys dropped from my hand, and I thought I stumbled back onto the couch. But when I fell, I realized she had pushed me back.

Olivia kneeled down between my legs, hands braced on my knees, spreading them apart.

“Babe, what are you–”

"Let me do something for you, one last time." She breathed, and her hands drifted up from my thighs to my belt, in a painfully slowed pace.

One last time. I didn't exactly appreciate the choice of words because it wasn't the last time.

Maybe last for tonight, but not last last, was it?

Despite my better decision, I raised my hips and let her slide down my trousers along with the briefs, just enough to let my cock out. I was in a form of semi-hardness since afternoon, I didn’t want to think why, so it just took a few strokes with her long slender fingers wrapped around me, and I grew hard, to harder, to the hardest.

I wanted to tell her to stop. Pull her in my lap and let her know that she didn't have to do this just because we wouldn't see each other for another few days. But she was already reaching forward, wrapping her soft lips around me in an oh-so-familiar manner and I swallowed up my words.

A grunt left me at the feeling and at the sight before me. Her blonde hair sprawled across my lap, head bobbing up and down between my legs. Her hands gripped my thighs so tight that her nails dug into my skin.

"Christ!" My head tipped back and fingers slid to the back of her head, guiding myself in and out, reveling in the feeling of her warm mouth tightening around me and my eyes slid shut. Her tongue came into action, and her movements turned almost aggressive. It was unlike anytime I could remember. It was…good.

So fucking good.

"Slow down." The word slipped through my gritted teeth, as I opened my eyes to look at her, but didn't see her.

It was good, great even. I had almost forgotten how good she could be with her mouth, since we had very little time for such things since the last few months.

I had her now, sucking me off like there was no tomorrow, moaning against my cock and sending shivers rippling through me and still, still I couldn't concentrate on the blonde hair sprawled over my thighs.

I was going to hell for it, because somehow, the blonde was blurring into a shade of honey brown, with streaks of gold between them.