Hiiii guys here is chapter 3. Here is more of Taylor and Michael.
Enjoy.
Life is great, it's been 8 months since Taylor and Michael met and things couldn't have been better between the two.
Ring ring ring.
"Hello gorgeous, how is my baby doing today?"
"Hi babe, want to have dinner at my house tonight?" Taylor asked Michael.
"I actually get to step foot into your house?" Michael joked.
"Stop it, you always want to have dinner at your place instead of mine. So I thought we can switch it up and come to my place."
"Sounds good Tay, be there after work around 7?"
"See ya babe."
Michael has never step foot into Taylor house, other than the first night when we dropped her off from the club. She didn't think the relationship would blossom into happiness, but yet look at her in love.
'Wait, could I possibly be in love with this man? I mean it's only been 8 months, but that's better than a week right. Well there is love at first sight, and I think this was love at first sight. And here I am talking to myself again.'
'Let's get ready for tonight.'
Taylor prepped homemade shrimp fried rice and spicy orange chicken.
For dessert, strawberry cheesecake and extra strawberries and whip cream. Of course taylor has to have her pineapples.
Now time to shower.
Taylor put on Pandora and instantly slow jams, came on her favorite station. Maxwell fortunate came on and the song made her think of Michael.
"I'm blessed today that I found you." Taylor sung along with the song and just smiled.
"I'm thankful." Taylor said to herself.
Taylor got out the shower and went to her closet. There was an all red jumper staring at her.
'Okay, I will wear you tonight.'
Taylor just wore her hair into a curly messy bun, but still stylish and sprayed some of her favorite perfume: hypnose. Then she put on some pumps.
'The fuck me pumps.'
Taylor looked in the mirror.
Ding dong.
Taylor opened the door and Marcus was leaning against the wall, head down with blue roses in his hand.
Taylor loved the way michael looked after a day of work that's when he looked relaxed and just wanted to chill and let loose.
Yet he wasn't looking directly at Taylor.
"I'm not looking at you yet, but I can tell you look beautiful. So please just take a step back and invite me in to your place you call home."
"You can come in Michael."
They both walked in, Taylor staring but not Michael.
Finally after Michael closed the door, he turned around and looked up.
"Like I said beautiful."
"Thanks babe."
Taylor was about to walk up to Michael when he stopped her.
"I haven't seen you in two days and I sit at work picturing you in my head and right now you look just too beautiful right now. So please can you participate in a mini photoshoot right now? Dinner can wait, I just want a few pictures of you to myself. Or wait, let's eat dinner then we can participate in the photoshoot."
"Your ideas are out of this world, but I like it."
They sit down at the dinner table and the foods smells delicious.
"So Michael before I ask how is your day, where do you get your ideas from? The mini photoshoot? Like how did this come about?"
"Well Taylor, I have always wanted to take pictures of my significant other when she is looking beautiful, when she is fresh out the bath, or just lounging around. But I haven't seen anyone to fit any of the categories until I found you. Taylor, you don't understand you bring so much out of me that no one else have before and I want to let it all out with you. Only if you want to do the same with me. These past 8 months have been the best and I feel it's just going to get better. But I have to tell you that I love you Taylor."
There was a moment of silence and Taylor got up from the table.
"I messed up Taylor, I'm sorry. I just thought-"
"No, I love you Michael. I have been wanting to tell you but I was scared to tell you. I didn't know how you were going to react when I said the three words to you."
"Bring yo fine ass here Tay."
"Hahaha, I'm coming."
They kissed.
Ding dong.
"Who is that?"
"I have no idea. Mya and Dominique are both out with Kyle and Max."
Michael went to open the door.
"Can I help you?"
Taylor stood there scared.
"I'm here for Taylor."
"What the hell are you doing here? Your suppose to be in jail." Taylor's nightmare was back.
"Well look at me now, I'm out and here. You went to the white side I see." David said looking right at Taylor.
"I'm going to say this one time and one time only David. Leave her alone and leave this house now. Don't come back around here or we will have serious problems." Michael said quietly.
The way he spoke to David scared the shit out of Taylor, but for once someone was here to be her shield instead of her being David's punching bag.
"You want a problem white boy?"
Michael smiled.
"Look, I prefer to handle this outside and not in my lady's house and after she cooked me an amazing dinner. I don't have a problem but I will protect Taylor at any cost."
Michael walked to open the door and he had a feeling David would try to blind side him with a punch. And that's what David did.
But Michael was taught how to defend himself and that's what he did.
"Ahh the old hit him behind his back. Dumb move. Now look your bleeding and mad. Now like I said please leave my lady's house before you suffer even more."
"I will be back for that bitch, she mine."
"Let's see you try."
David slammed the door, cursing loud to his car.
Michael looked at Taylor who had tears in her eyes that were ready to drop.
"I'm sorry, if you want to leave you can. I don't know why I didn't tell you about him, but it was something in the past I didn't want to come back into my future but now look it did." Taylor said hysterical.
"Whoa babe, if your trying to get rid of me your going to have to try alot harder than that. Now come on, let's go to the room, you can change into pajamas and tell me the story with this David person." Michael said while wiping her tears.
"I love you." Taylor hugged Michael tight. He picked her up and carried her to the room.
"Which drawer is your pajamas mommy?"
"The bottom left."
Michael grabbed a simple t-shirt out the drawer, then he turned around and unzipped the red jumper she put on.
"The fuck me pumps I see." Michael laughed.
He raised the shirt over her head and pulled it down.
"Now serious time. Tell me about him. Wait let's get some drinks and snacks, since the ass hole killed the mood for the night."
Michael ran to the kitchen grabbed a few pineapple sodas and some quick snacks.
"Okay now let's talk."
They both sat across from eachother like how kids did in kindergarten.