DIONNAH'S POVWhen I woke the next morning I was disoriented. I vaguely remembered Derick leaving my room. But I clearly recalled what transpired between Micheal and me. He needed a damn chill pill. I knew the situation between Derick and I may have been sending him mixed signals but he was being a big hypocrite. He was bringing someone to the wedding and he wanted me to be ok with it. I knew the days ahead were going to be awkward. I was going to do my best to avoid Michael and just focus on my work. So that was what I did. I avoided Mike like the plague and only spoke to him when necessary. I was getting a lot of work done. I didn't need any more distractions and Michael was big for that.I accompanied Dani and my Mom to the venue where the rehearsal dinner was being held. The space was beautiful. It was a small villa overlooking the beach. Danielle was going on and on about how wonderful everything would look. “Dee," she grabbed my hand and dragged me to the patio. The wind was

DIONNAH'S POV I held my head high as I strolled out of the hospital even though every cell in my body was screaming at me to hide my head in the dirt like an ostrich. But I rolled out of there faster than a cheetah on steroids like my body was on fire. The nurses snickered and the doctors stared as I power-walked passed them, probably looking down on me for being someone's fuck buddy. What the hell was I thinking? The cool evening air did wonders to calm my nerves, but then I was reminded that my business was out there in the open for everyone to judge. Not only did my sister know, but so did Jonathan who didn't meet my gaze as he pushed the wheelchair with Dani behind me. Michael was walking way behind us, trying to put as much space as he could between the two of us. Jonny paused as he ran a hand through his hair while Michael was leaning up against Jon's car. I didn't know what to say or do, but my sister saved the day when she tried breaking the ice, but her efforts were usel

DIONNAH'S POV"Michael, What are you doing in my room?" I asked. He was just sitting there on my bed, staring at me with this faraway look in his eyes. "I need to talk to you," he pleaded. His voice was so quiet yet it sounded so desperate. I needed to talk to him too, but I was tired and I needed to get my facts and my speech straight."Look, Michael. I need to talk to you too. But can this wait until tomorrow?" I asked him. "Plus I think we've done enough talking today," I grumbled, remembering our argument earlier."I didn't say all I needed to," he sighed. He was such a stubborn person."Well I've heard all I needed to for now," I admitted. I was just too tired for this right now. When I told Dani I was gonna tell Michael how I felt I didn't mean tonight. I meant when I had enough time to think things through and after I'd gotten a proper night's sleep. I realized I was still standing at my door with my back pressed up against it. I pushed off and made a beeline for my bathroom.

DIONNAH'S POVThe ride home was torture. I couldn't stop thinking about all the things I wanted Michael to do to me. I missed him, all of him. My mind was out of control. I tried my best not to look at him but my peripheral vision kept letting me down. I could see how the muscles in his arm bunch with every gear he changed, causing his tattoos to look more defined.Before you know it we were home. I hopped out of the car and walked around to Michael's side as he came out."Don't you think we should have a story? What if they asked where we were coming from?" I asked him"I already told Jon we were going for an evening stroll." "An evening stroll? Don't you think my parents, especially my Mom are going to question that?""It doesn't matter. Just tell them I took you to buy coffee as a friendly gesture, " he laughed."You don't know my Mom," I told him as we entered the house.To our luck, everyone was downstairs."Where have you two been?" Asked my Mom."Good evening Ma," I said as I

DIONNAH'S POVIt was a sad day seeing my parents leave. After my mom and I hysterically held each other and bawled our eyes out, we managed to bid our farewells then. Michael had to literally drag me back to the car because I didn't have the strength to move. I already missed my parents so badly. I wished they didn't live in another state. I slept most of the journey home. Michael shook my shoulder. “Dee, we are home," he whispered. I groggily got out of the car and went inside. The house was quiet and peaceful, then it hit me, we were the only ones there."So what's the plan for this evening babe?" I asked Michael.He grabbed me from behind in a tight embrace. "I've wanted to get you alone for so long." "Well here I am, what you gonna do?" I teased, rubbing his hands that encased me from behind. I threw my head back so that it rested on his chest. His breath trickled down the side of my neck as he inhaled and exhaled my scent. "Well, first I'm gonna take you upstairs," he purred,