~Michael's POV~
At first, I'm shocked but then I smirk when Delia opens the front door. Her outfit accentuates her perfect curves, even though it is clear that she is only dressed for work and comfort. She takes in my appearance, I wonder if she'll remember me? Probably not; it has been three years since she last saw me and, even if I say so myself, I've changed a lot! I'm curious as to why she is here though. It is clear that she's not one of Blake's visitors, judging by her outfit. Or presence thereof…
She lets me into the house after I introduce myself. Clearly, she doesn't remember me. If she did, she would probably slam the door in my face and call the cops. Her ignorance gives me the opportunity to have some fun, though! As I take a step closer to her, she takes one back. I'm a lit
