Destined to be Mrs. Michelson

Harry Michelson and I f****d. And trust me, he was the last person I thought I would sleep with tonight or any other night for that matter. As I sit in my Uber on the way back home, all I can think about is what went down last night. We were sitting at the bar opposite the restaurant I worked at that night. It couldn’t have been later than 9:30 p.m. when I walked in to get a drink after Harry and his cohort of insufferable rich friends had made the end of my shift a living hell. Storming out of the restaurant as soon as my shift ended wasn’t the best thing to have done, but I honestly could have cared less at that moment. I just needed to get away. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize that getting away would lead me right back to Harry. “What can I get you?” the bartender asked, pulling me out of my reverie. “Whiskey, please,” I responded to the bartender. Harry speaking up from two stools beside me wasn’t my expectation. I was shocked at first. Then, my shock turned into anger. Anger turned into debate, heated ones. Then, heated debates turned into sultry conversations. We both had gulped down one too many drinks at that point, so everything we said to each other had a line of passion around it. The annoying, arrogant billionaire Harry, who had appeared earlier that night, had begun to look like a regular, very hot billionaire instead. At that moment, I started noticing his eye color. They were green with a hint of blue in them. They were gorgeous. The next thing I noticed was his hair. It was dark and rough. I just knew he ran his fingers through them multiple times that day. His lips also caught my eye. They were the perfect shape. It was in the moment I paid closer attention to them that I realized he also had the straightest set of teeth that lit up his face whenever he’d let out even the smallest laugh. Then, would it have been complete if I also hadn’t noticed the outline of his jaw? It was sharp, chiseled, like it was specially carved from very expensive stone. There were also his hands. His nails were perfectly manicured – they looked gorgeous – and his fingers were long enough for me to know that he could easily give me an o****m with them assuming he knew how to use them properly. Seeing how he acts, I was pretty sure he could, and by the end of the night, I was most definitely not disappointed. Before I knew it, our bitter arguments evolved into something more passionate. Harry, who started the night, seated two stools away from me, was now directly in front of me. He sat so close that I could feel his hot breath on my face. Usually, I would hate it when someone was this close to me. But with how intoxicated I was at that moment, I needed him closer. “You’re hot,” he whispered into my ear, low enough so only I could hear him. I couldn’t bring myself to respond, so I sat there quietly and tried to turn my face away from him as heat rose from my neck to my cheeks. “I can see how red your face is getting,” he chuckled again in that same low tone as his hand brushed against my thigh. “It’s cute.” I wanted to die of embarrassment at that moment, but still, I didn’t want him to stop. Any atom of hate I had for him instantly disappeared at that moment once he brought his fingers to my chin, forcing me to look at him. He lifted my face, so our eyes could meet and as soon as they connected, he stared deeply into my eyes then asked me the question that would change the entire trajectory of my life forever. “Do you want to get out of here? Still unable to bring myself to speak, I nodded. As I think back to that very moment, I want to blame the alcohol. The intoxication. But I can’t. I may have been drunk, but I was fully aware of everything that was happening at that moment. As soon as Harry got the green light from me, he lifted me in one swift action. “Let’s go.” He pulled out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and paid for our drinks. “Keep the change,” he said to the bartender and immediately whisked me out of the bar. As soon as we were out of the doors of the bar, he pulled me into a dark alley and slammed his lips against mine. It was amazing. It was as though our lips were made to fit each other’s. Any embarrassment I had while we sat at the bar vanished instantly as I glided my lips vigorously over his. The heat. The passion. The need for one another. Everything was in perfect sync. As we continued making out passionately, our hands began roaming around each other. It felt amazing, until it became a thing of ‘we would definitely f**k out here if we didn’t stop now.’ “We can’t continue this out here,” I said in between breaths as I reluctantly pulled away from him. “I’m not going to f**k you in this alley, Harry.” He stared at me for a moment, his eyes wandering around mine like he was searching for something. “I didn’t expect you to,” he said with an expression I was unable to read, partially because I couldn’t understand it, but more because it was dark. Really dark. “Let’s go,” he continued, then grabbed my arm and led me back into the street. Without letting go of my hand at any point in time, he basically forced me to speed-walk with him for about two minutes until he walked into one of the expensive hotels that was lined up on the street. I wasn’t shocked that we ended up there because I worked in a part of town that catered to rich people, so these kinds of hotels were very easily accessible without having to walk too far. “Good evening, Mr. Michelson. Evening, ma’am,” the doorman greeted Harry and I as we walked in. Of course, he knows who Harry is. He’s a billionaire after all. “Good evening,” I offered him a small smile in response. “Evening, Carlson,” Harry nodded. We walked past the reception as if Harry knew exactly where he was going and at that point, I couldn’t help but ask how come. “Do you stay here often?” I blurted out as we stepped into the elevator. “We own the place.” He shrugged his shoulders casually, like it meant nothing to him. I knew that if I responded in the way I wanted to in my mind, I would come off as a poor girl who’s easily impressed by a billionaire casually saying he owns a hotel, so I tried my best to act normal about this new-found information and I nodded. In no time, we were out of the elevator, and he led us into the biggest suite I had ever witnessed. In my life, I have worked various odd jobs here and there and one of them included being a cleaner at a fancy hotel. I would usually clean different types and sizes of rooms, but this, this was the biggest one I had ever stood in. “Wow.” I couldn’t contain my shock.