You belong to me

Chapter 12

I was so nervous when Dad came home from his weekend shift. He had looked a few times between me and Michael who was already sitting at the table beside me. This was so awkward I couldn't even introduce Michael like a normal person.

"Dad this is Michael a friend from school," I told him with a nervous smile. "Nice to meet you, Michael. You have a special car." Dad greeted him friendly. I blow the air out of my lungs that I kept inside for too long. That wasn't so bad after all.

"Thanks, mister Davis, it's a jewel for sure. I'm proud to ride with it." Michael beams. I know he has a great car because I've had the privilege to be a passenger in his jewel. I know most of the guys are fond of their cars, but I think Michael washes his car every day. He's never dirty. Not to mention the interior of the car. It smelled like new leather and I liked it.

"I bet you are." Dad smiled knowingly. We only have an old sedan in comparison to his almost new car. "So what brings you here Michael?" Dad asks informally. Fuck, I've been cheering too quickly. "I couldn't send messages to your daughter because of my phone and I wanted to know how she was doing, knowing she has been very sick the past few days," Michael informs him with a small smile. Liar... First lying to my mother now to my father, but deep down I thought it was almost courageous of him.

He came here for me and if I liked it or not it kind of warms me. "How thoughtful of you Michael." Dad encourages him with an earnest smile. Dad's already fond of him. I thought dads would be more interrogative before they like a boy in the presence of their daughter. I knew mom would love him, but dad likes him too.

Together we ate our hot dogs with pleasant silent moments between them, but mom and dad kept asking Michael some questions out of curiosity. Mom had been looking at me from time to time with a big smile on her face. If she could, she signed a contract to give me away for marriage because that's how happy she seems.

I take one last bite from my hot dog and with satisfaction lean back in my chair. "Mom it was simple but so good, better than they have in the food stall."

I smile at mom and then look back to my neighbor who was smiling at me. "Thank you so much Ginny for dinner it was very good!" Michael informs us with a calm demeanor. It seems like he's where he needs to be, almost fitting in our family.

But he just can't fit in. I don't allow it. He won't break my heart and leave me with the broken pieces. I can't deal with that right now. I'm still learning to love myself so how can I love someone else?

Together we clear away the dishes and mom and dad said their goodbye's to us, leaving me with Michael and Cody alone. Thank God Cody's still home.

"I'm leaving to sis. See you tomorrow." Cody shouts from the hallway where our coats hang. There goes my plan for not being alone with him. I scratch my neck nervously, suddenly not knowing what to say or to do. "You have a great family Sofia." Micheal suddenly exclaims softly. "Yeah, I do." I smile up at him. I'm happy he talks because I don't know how to behave myself now. "That hot dog was very good." He adds and I nod encouragingly.

"You told me your parents were gone?" I question him curiously. I seated myself in the living room on my favorite couch. Michael follows me and lowers himself beside me, but not too close. "Yeah, they have a company in Sweden and China. They sell luxurious furniture and now they are visiting the factory." He explains calmly, but I felt a strange feeling when he talked about them.

"Are you often alone?" I question him in a serious tone. "I'm sorry if I'm too curious it's a disease I inherited from my mother," I add softly. "No, it's no problem. I thought you knew more about my family and stuff. Everyone at school knows my parents are rich." He explains with a small smile.

"I knew you were rich, but nothing more. It isn't my business after all." I tell him earnestly. He looks at me with an amused smile on his face. "What?" I couldn't contain my smile when he was grinning at me like that. "It's nothing. I thought you might want to know more about me because you asked me if I was often alone." He grins from ear to ear. Oh God no, look at those beautiful blue eyes, the stubble on his jaw. His hair was all messy, one dark curl resting on his forehead. Please pinch me because he's awesome. And not to mention sitting in my living room.

He's everything I fancy, a bad boy that would crush my heart in a blink of an eye. I swallow hard. I am trying my best to keep my distance from him, but he makes it so hard for me. It's like he's taking layer by layer to unfold me. I smile uneasily at this sudden change. "I'm just curious that's all," I tell him firmly, with my arms folded.

"Alright then miss Curiosity. Because you asked it so nicely I'll give you the ugly truth." He grins cheeky, but his posture changed instantly. He swallows and replaces his legs to a more comfortable position. I watch him like a hawk. Trying to read his body language, but I don't know him that well, so I need to be satisfied with the information he's giving me.

"I'm often alone. My parents travel once a month to different countries. Meeting clients and all that shit, not to mention how often they are in their factories. It's almost a common lifestyle for me to be alone all the time." He explains with his eyes downcast.

"But who cooks and washes your clothes?" I ask him a little confused. "Me." He looks up at me with pain in his eyes. "You?!" I exclaim loudly. "Yeah, does it surprise you?" He questions me with a small smile. "Yes, a little. I've never met a boy that does his laundry or cooks for himself." I explain carefully.

"I've to say, I'm not completely honest with everything. May my housekeeper iron my clothes and when she sees a little laundry she always washes it before I get home. Sometimes she cooks me three different meals, but at the weekends I take care of myself. Oh, and she goes shopping for me, and if I wanted something else I just go myself to the grocery store." He explains to me.

"Wow, still with a little help, most of it you're doing it all by yourself," I explain to him softly, still mesmerized by his maturity. "If your parents aren't home, why don't you give more parties at your place?" I question him curiously. "If I must answer honestly about that I hate cleaning up the mess and I have too much respect for May to give her all the work that wasn't necessary." He explains to me with a small smile.

"How thoughtful of you," I respond cheekily. "I'm always respectful if you didn't know." He winks at me. I smile at him, feeling my heart warm within his presence. If I reached with my arm, I could have touched him by now.

Suddenly he looks at his black, looking very expensive watch. "I think I'm going to head home so you can rest a little more." He explains to me, his penetrating eyes roaming over my face. "Okay, thanks for visiting me anyway. It's a little strange knowing you showed up before Miley though." I explain to him while fidgeting with the drawstrings of my sweater.

"She hasn't visited you?" He questioned me curiously. "No, but she never stops harassing me with her texts so that almost makes it even." I sigh, knowing she's partying alone now and I'm not there to watch her back. Michael frowns at me for a moment. "What?" I add.

"If I can give you one piece of advice just be careful with people okay?" He instructs me calmly. "Michael I trust Miley, she's my best friend," I explain to him a little agitated. Where's that coming from all of a sudden? He's indicated my friend Miley, I just feel it. I know Miley before I even saw him the first time, so I'm a little angry now. I know my people. Miley can sometimes be a little extravagant and chaotic, but she means it well.

"I'm sorry, just forget what I've said. Please thank your mom again for dinner and I'll see you at school Monday." He says while standing up and walking to the front door. I follow him and stop behind him when he opens the door. "I'm glad you're feeling better Sofia." He tells me before shutting the door behind him. I watch him leave through the small window of the kitchen.

He left me with mixed feelings about myself, him, and Miley.