Worth Every Cent (Worth It 2)

“Michy?”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“You got company.”

Wait, Gray was already at the door?

I reached for a towel and wrapped it quickly around me. Shit. I was running behind. How long had I been in the shower? But the second I heard the bathroom door slam open, I knew it wasn’t who I thought it was. I stepped out of the shower in my towel and stood face to face with the one person I never expected to see.

“Andy?” I asked. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Why in the world did Cecily let him into the bathroom with me?

“You always did look good in a bath towel,” Andy said.

“What are you doing in Cecily’s bathroom?” I asked.

“I want to talk, and you won’t talk to me.”

“Because I don’t want to. It’s not your right to talk to me. I want you out. Now.”

“Well, it’s not really your place. Only Cecily can kick me out. And she’s the one that let me in.”

“A talk which I’ll have with her later. But I’m running late, and you’re in my way,” I said.

“I’ll let you go when we talk, Michy.”

“Michelle,” I said. “My name is Michelle. I’ve always hated that nickname.”

“You didn’t hate it when I whispered it in your ear while fucking you from behind.”

“Trust me, I really hated it then,” I said.

“Stop dicking around, Michelle. Come home. This is getting ridiculous. I miss you.”

“No you don’t. You miss having someone you can bully and push around,” I said.

He took a step towards me and I followed with a step back. Andy wreaked of alcohol and his eyes were bloodshot from his hangover. I slammed my hand onto the bathroom counter and watched him wince.

“You’re still drunk,” I said.

“Still?” Andy asked.

“Then you’re freshly drunk at nine in the morning. Either way, I’m not interested. Go home, Andy. You’re nuts, and I want you out of my life for good,” I said.

“You’ll never get rid of me. I’m the only man capable of loving someone like you. You’ll come home eventually. When you know where you belong.”

“I don’t belong anywhere near you,” I said, hissing. “I have no idea what the hell I ever saw in you, Andy Prentice. I was a fool then. But I’m not a fool now. Get out.”

“I provided for you. Protected you. Brought you back to my hometown when you had nowhere else to go. No job. No prospects. No men knocking down your door. You owe me, Michelle.”

“I owe you nothing. You’ve been going downhill ever since you lost your job at the oil fields in North Dakota. But the signs of your true nature were always there. I simply refused to see them because I was a naive little girl.”

“And you’re not now? Walking around this town, thinking you’re better than everyone else because you hopped on the dick of some rich guy? Well, what happened to you when he left? Did he take you with him? Because to me, it looks as if he left you behind. Like the simple piece of ass you are. At least with me, you have a home. A place to go back to. Someone who will wrap his arms around you at night and at least make you feel like you’re loved. You think Gray gives a shit about you?”

“This has nothing to do with Gray,” I said. “This has to do with me and the mistakes I made when I was younger. I’m paying the price for them now, but I won’t pay them for the rest of my life. Now you can either get out of my way, or I’ll move you myself.”

“With those thighs, I don’t doubt it,” he said.