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“I love your intensity. I need it more than I thought I did.”
He caresses me and straightens my hair.
“It’s alright, gorgeous. We can lose ourselves together. Fuck everyone and everything. Except for Roy, of course. And our future children.”
“What?” I slightly panic. “There’s no way, Avi. I won’t be able to get married again. You have to take my word for it; it’ll only ruin everything between us and I’ll never risk losing you or the magic between us.”
“Sam, what the hell are you talking about? I’ll marry you and I’ll never give you up.” He looks at me, quite upset. “We should go back.”
“Okay, let’s go then.” I straighten my dress, making sure that everything is in the right place.
The elevator reaches the bottom floor and leads us straight into the party. The evening is finally over. I’m so exhausted and he looks quite worried and tired, too. Soon we’ll have to handle the ‘Michael issue’. It’s way too late now. I can’t take back all the lies and empty promises I made him; he’ll never forgive me. But I really hope that Avi is right and that we haven’t jeopardized their friendship. If we have, the price that we’ll pay will be so bitter and cruel. I’m so anxious and deeply upset. Finally, I fall comfortably asleep.
Chapter 19
We land in Paris, the city of love. Despite how dazzling it is, I’m having trouble letting go and enjoying it. I’m too anxious and tense. On the other hand, Avi appears to be as calm and focused as always when he handles things. He has that marvelous ability to effortlessly control every situation with his relentless charisma. Everyone does everything he asks exactly according to his demands; although these demands are made firmly, they come off as polite and easygoing.
Michael welcomes us at the excessively opulent hotel. People walk past us and whisper: “It’s Michael Jones”, “Oh my God, it’s Michael Jones”, “Oh, he’s so hot.” My heart seems to skip a beat when I see him, especially after all the long phone conversations we’ve had. Although I’ve told Avi everything, I cannot explain just how this man makes me feel. Perhaps because I’m afraid to lose one of them or, perhaps, even both.
I glance at the tall ceiling and my head seems to spin as I turn around and look at the ornamented columns, the majestic luxury, the colors and lights, all merging into an overwhelming sense of lavishness.
He immediately pounces on Avi and gives him a heartfelt hug. I stand at his side, smiling. It’s such a pleasant sight to see.
Then, he looks at me lovingly and kisses my lips with great passion as he hugs me tightly. I silently play along, embarrassed to face Avi. It was clear that Michael was very excited to see me.
We need to hurry up; we don’t want to be late. “Let’s go to my suite,” he shows us the way and we follow him. The door opens and the suite is simply unbelievable. The luxury and grandeur are inconceivable.
“I could easily get lost in this room.”
“I would rather you lose yourself with me.” He winks at me and smiles deviously. I immediately smile shyly back at him. He’s my weakness, I think to myself.
“Come on! The ceremony is supposed to start in three hours, and we’ve got a lot to do.” He urges us. “Your hair and makeup team will be here soon, honey,” he caresses my shiny hair.
“Thank you,” I hug him, both embarrassed and humbled.
“Michael, I think we should talk first,” I stifle the pain in my voice. I hope I won’t hurt him too much. He’s so dear to me and strums all the chords of my heart. How can I possibly be in love with Avi with such an intensity that takes my breath away, yet I also feel so loved, beautiful and protected when I’m with Michael?
“I promise we’ll have plenty of time! Come on, Avi, we need to get ready, too,” he prompts him.
I feel like Cinderella. Everyone rushes into the suite together. A professional makeup artist arrives and works her magic. Then, a hair stylist dazzles me with his talent. I quickly put on a gorgeous white-grayish dress that he’d bought for me, embroidered with tiny crystals nestled in a graceful, soft, white tulle. I pair the dress with elegant gray high-heels, tastefully bejeweled. They both smile at me. “You look amazing. Are you ready?” Three, two, one – I look at my reflection and struggle to recognize my own image. There’s no doubt that they brought out the best of me.
“OMG! Is it really me? Thank you, everyone!” I say with great excitement. They’ve definitely brought their A-game. I stare at my own reflection, I look stunning, confident, stylish, classy, and very sexy all at once, just the way I like it.
With perfect timing, they both enter the room and fall head over heels; they compliment me, touch me, turn me around. I feel self-assured and proud.
“You’re both so handsome!” I cut their one-sided enthusiasm. They both smile at me, both slyly lustful. I feel like a little girl in a candy shop.
“Come on. It’s time to go,” Michael urges us as we walk out together to the fancy limousine that drives us to straight to the music awards ceremony.
Excitement. Flashes. “Michael! Michael!” from every direction. The red carpet fits him like a glove. I trail behind him as he tries to pull me to his side. We move forward together, all of us, at the slow pace dictated by the crowds and the media. We sit together in the third row. Michael proudly holds my hand.
“By the way, I’ve still got one more surprise for you,” he whispers.
“Another surprise? But what do you mean?” I panic.
“You’ll see later. I’m sure you’ll love it, I promise.” He takes my hand in his.
The ceremony starts and I sit among dozens of celebrities who love being in the limelight. I effortlessly sit between these two amazing alpha males, feeling very confused and quite helpless.
