To all my faithful readers, thanks for sticking along so far. I would like to apologize for letting this story go on Hiatus for the last couple of months. Even though this chapter is relatively short, I hope that you guys enjoy this and, hopefully, it will get me back into the spirit of writing. As with the last chapter, someone not me could have written this better. Anyways, enjoy!


As Michael pulled his Tailgater into the drive, Orianna let out a breath that she hadn't even realized she had been holding.

"Damn," She glanced at Michael with blue eyes wide and shining, "This is your place?"

Michael just chuckled at her child-like expression.

"Yeah, this is mine."

"…I seriously need to get into whatever business you're in."

Michael shook his head in response.

"C'mon," he said as he began to climb out of the vehicle, "Let's go inside."

Orianna followed Michael's lead up the steps and through the threshold of his mini-mansion. If the exterior was anything to go by, then she knew the place was going to be beautiful; however, nothing prepared her for the warm, cozy feeling that the interior presented. She let this feeling flow through her veins as she took in all of the sights and smells all at once.

Not even the empty bottles of whiskey on the floor could ruin the sense of hominess she felt.

'Wait…empty bottles of whiskey?'

She turned to look at Michael.

Noticing her eyes were now on him instead of inspecting his home he asked, "What?"

"Do you not have a maid or are you just too fat and lazy to get off your ass?" she teased.

"Ha-ha, very funny." He replied with sarcasm dripping off of every word.

Orianna let out a throaty laugh that was music to Michael's ears.

"…So are you going to give me a tour or what?"


Orianna had already been at Michael's mansion for a day and it had already begun to feel like home.

'Probably feels like home because I'm reminded of the Villa I used to own back in the double C.'

She was in the kitchen searching for something to eat. She had already poked through the cabinets, and finding nothing to her liking, she was now sorting her way through the fridge.

"I can see you've made yourself completely at home already." Michael said as he leaned against the counter near the doorway. He had started to keep a close eye on Orianna after realizing that after rescuing her, her behavior was strange.

'She hadn't freaked out when I killed that guy C.'

The only reason he hadn't bothered asking her about it was because he wasn't the kind to pry and he knew that everyone had some kind of past that they wanted to avoid.

Orianna jumped at the sound of his voice and slammed the fridge door shut.

"Jesus H. Christ! I didn't even hear you come in."

Her heart was pounding in her chest. She had no idea that a guy like Michael could be so sneaky.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you."

She crossed her arms over her chest as she said, "Well, you did."

Michael just rolled his eyes.

"Anyways… I was saying that you've seemed to already made yourself at home."

"Yes, I have. I'd like to thank you for your hospitality," she had lowered her arms to rest by her side, "as well as for letting me borrow your car to go shop for clothes… and for saving my ass."

"No problem." He shrugged.

"You don't understand," she said while shaking her head, "I have never had someone save my ass, let alone twice, in the amount of time that you had, and I just met you. Besides that, I'm the kind of person who pays their debt in full and now I owe you more than I think I could give. It's frustrating." By the end of her little speech she had her head in her hand and pinching the bridge of her nose.

While moving closer to Orianna he said, "Hey, look at me."

When she hadn't bothered to lift her head he came into her personal space and then touched her cheek. That had caused her head to shoot up and now he could see the puzzlement that had crossed her features. He quickly grabbed her chin so that she couldn't look away.

"Now look," he said gently, "I told you it's no problem. I'd probably help my friends, well the few that I have, when they need it. As for the debt thing…" he shrugged and then released the grasp that he had on her chin.

When Michael had touched Orianna she felt the heat rolling off of him, an electrical current pass between them, and goose bumps travelling up her arms simultaneously. Now, all she could do was stare into his green eyes that she couldn't help but find herself attracted to.

Michael had realized how long he was staring at her and her at him so he cleared his throat and took a step back.

"Sorry."

He muttered so quietly that she could barely register it.

"Right."

She shook her head trying to clear her mind of its previous thoughts.

Michael nodded and then left. Confusing thoughts were running through his head of what just happened.

'I need a fucking drink.'


By the end of the day, Orianna found herself outside on the front steps with a beer that she had raided from the fridge.

'What the fuck is wrong with me?' She thought as she took a swig.

'I cannot be attracted to him, he's married!'

She downed another sip.

'Even though his wife and kids are gone it doesn't give me the right to move in on him… Does it?'

This time she drank until she was halfway through the bottle.

'Maybe it was a bad idea to stay here. Maybe I should've stayed in a hotel like I told Glenn I was doing.'

'What the fuck have I gotten myself into?'

She polished off the rest of her beer.


Please let me know what you guys think! Did this chapter come out okay? Also an A/N for those who have been reading, I have updated on a few chapters to help fill in some elements on the advice of my awesome beta who I dearly love for having the patience to put up with me!