Chapter 407: Mimi XLV—In the Dark

“When were you planning on telling me about Dan?”

Michele frowned and peeked out of their bedroom closet and looked at Patrick who sat on the bedside, untying his shoes. His suit coat lay on the comforter next to him, his hair mussed and his eyes only half open. “What?”

“You heard me,” he replied.

Michele sighed and went back into the closet, pulling on a night slip and picking her discarded clothes off the floor. "Patrick you're not in a mood about it are you?"

Patrick shrugged. He groaned loudly as he pulled off his shoes, as if he'd just freed himself of cement boots. Falling back on the bed, he covered his eyes with both of his hands, "I'm just wondering when you planned to tell me, that's all."

"How did you know?" she asked quietly and sat down on the bed. Patrick knowing about Danny came as no real surprise to her, or no real consequence for that matter. Her main shock of the day had been fearing that Jonathan had found out about her and Dan. The boy's heartache and sadness broke her soul and she'd felt so hollowed out and emotionally drained from it.

As it turned out, Jonathan told her about finding Elena forcing herself to vomit. All girls vomited or stopped eating sometime in their lives, well not all but a good number of them. Pretty, talented, ambitious and overachieving girls often had some sort of disorder, cracking under life's pressures and expectations. Of course, she couldn't tell Jonathan that and make him understand. She promised him that she would talk to Elena soon and she hugged him and kissed him and all she could think was, thank God that's all it is!

And as far as Patrick was concerned. Michele could sniff at it, his petulance and pouting. However he found out, he couldn't be that broken up about her not telling him immediately.

"It wasn't hard to see," Patrick replied. "Anyway, Alex knows about it, he knows something, you're getting sloppy Michele."

Michele smiled. "Is that what Alex's black eye was all about? He and Daniel fought over the issue? Ah it's nothing, Patrick, Alex is easy to handle yes? I'll just blame everything on Danny and tell him I came to my senses before it was too late if he brings it up to me, it isn't that hard."

Patrick peeked at her through his fingers. "It's always that easy?"

Michele shrugged.

"So when were you thinking of telling me?" Patrick asked again, "Why did you keep it from me? I thought we had an arrangment, it is part of the game is it not?"

Michele rolled her eyes. "Patrick I wanted to tell you everything, do you think I would stop at an opportunity to gloat over you hm? I have a prize to claim as well I think. I even called you up telling you to get your worthless ass home," Michele reached over and took hold of his slim, warm, wrists and pulled his fingers off his eyes. She smiled down at him and kissed his forehead.

"Oh," Patrick murmured.

"Yes, oh," Michele replied and she curled up on the bed next to him. "After everything that happened with Gigi and your beloved Smittens it just didn't seem a good moment to waste a good story on you, especially with you so distraught, and you still are yes?"

"I am not!" Patrick exclaimed.

"Allowing four goals on twenty shots? Patrick, really, it wasn't a good loss tonight."

"Oh why are you attacking my play?" Patrick exclaimed sitting up and quivering with heat and anger. Michele had traditionally avoided talking to him about his play of the night if he'd lost badly, but she needed to get a point across to him. "I had to lose sometime, forget about the Smittens."

Michele looked at his back, he slumped as he sat, probably he was sore. She sat up and trailed her fingers over his back and shoulders, stood up and ran her fingers through his messy hair. He'd just had a cut but always there were locks of ginger hair that twirled or stood up, rebellious of water, comb or gel. "I'm sorry, my love."

"So?" His chin hung slightly, irritated and dull.

Sighing, Michele put her hands on her hips. "So what?"

"So how did it go?" Patrick scowled.

Oh she could taunt him now, really push him to a limit right now. His temper seethed and shivered inside him and it radiated off his face and skin. Could he still be jealous and insecure about Dan Hinote? Why would he be over such a silly pudding soft boy? If he were, then of course he would be worried and angry about not finding out about her liaison with him sooner. "I'll tell you when you bring me Cecile's head on a platter, how about that slowpoke eh?" She couldn't resist it.

His eyes flamed pale blue. "I don't have the access to the girl that you have with Dan, that's the only reason!" He snapped. "Don't get so haughty!"

Laughing, Michele stepped back from him. "I don't expect her to be easy for you. I never did, the girl is practically a nun, Dan has been suffering for years and if she won't give in to a boy she loves why would she to a man with lesser affections? Anyway if she were as easy as any typical virgin who would flop on her back purely out of curiosity, then I doubt that you or I would have been that interested. In fact, I wish that Daniel would have put up just a little more of a struggle, it was too easy from the beginning."

Patrick yawned. "I know, I know. So tell me about this easy conquest eh?"

"Oh so easy," Michele nodded and she approached him and toyed the collar of his shirt. "So laughable." She ran her fingertip along the skin of his throat, his jaw and with her other hand she began to unbutton his shirt. "I was in his bedroom, cradling him to my breasts and down with him before even ten minutes had gone. Poor boy, he might as well have spurted into the condom, that's what happens with that bitch making him wait so long, he didn't know what to do."

"Nice body?" Patrick asked.

Michele giggled and stroked his bare skin under his unbuttoned shirt. "You would know."

Patrick grinned, "I'm sure you enjoyed it."

"Oh I know you would," she whispered and she kissed him, her flesh and blood aching and wanting him to cure that burning lusting itch Dan had left between her thighs. "You'd enjoy every last drop of him once he's seasoned."

Patrick laughed quietly and stood up, nudging her away as he disappeared into the bathroom. Michele quivered and scowled, how dare he leave her like that even to piss! "Bring your dick back here!" she snapped. "Can you not take a hint?"

Patrick laughed and after he flushed the toilet and washed his hands, he reappeared sans his shirt and unbuckling the belt on his pants. "You want this?" He asked, unzipping his fly.

Michele rolled her eyes and pulled the comforter back on the bed. "I'm not going to beg."

"Why not? You need to beg sometimes."

She wrinkled her nose, "I just want to fuck not flirt." In fact she didn't even want to do that anymore, she was too irritated. Crawling into bed, she turned away from him and turned off the lamp. "Good night."

"Baby," Patrick taunted.

Michele closed her eyes, but her chest burned with too much annoyance to sleep. Patrick didn't say anything, she heard him as he sighed, coughed and sat down on the bed. She peeked at him and saw him sitting there, still in his pants, his spine peeking through his skin, pale skin, always so pale. Unable to resist she grinned and turned completely over, touching his skin. "You know," she whispered and she sat up and kissed the back of his neck. He grunted and patted her hands as she ran them over the front of his belly and then down the front of his pants, he warmed and hardened almost instantly in her fingers. "You owe me a prize now."

Patrick groaned. "Oh yes... yes... what prize?"

"Mmhmm," she whispered and pressed her body into his back, rubbed him a little slower. "Don't you remember?" Burning now, it would be smart to let him go before he lost control.

"Oh..."

"Yes," she grinned. "Tell me do you have anyone in mind? Is there a pale pretty slender boy you had in mind, I want to see you with someone pretty."

"You were serious about that?"

Michele scowled and let go of him and he made a noise of irritated deprival. Good. "Don't joke like that."

“I’m not,” Patrick said calmly, he turned around and looked at her. “I didn’t know you were actually serious about that, I thought it was just, joking.”

Michele rolled her eyes. “You know I was serious you just didn’t want me to win first that’s it, yes?”

“Well,” Patrick said and he left it in the air. Michele growled and rolled back under her covers. “I don’t, I don’t think I can do it.”

“What?” Michele squeaked. “Patrick have you lost your nerve?”

Patrick sighed. “Well what you’re asking of me, it’s very private, I can’t just automatically find someone and seduce them, much less a man, just for you to watch as if it were a television show…”

“Oh Tabernac!” Michele hissed. “Patrick really, I’m not asking a lot, I’ve glimpsed some of it before I just wanted to see you in performance and even after an agreement you can’t even do that?” Disappointed tears filled her eyes, and she felt so infuriated inside thinking that Patrick had lost his nerve.

She heard him yawn and he pulled off his pants, tossing them on the carpet, he rolled under the covers and groaned. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t, Mimi,” he whispered. “I’d do anything for you. I just need some time, that’s all, be patient yes?”
“You mean after you get Cecile?” Michele asked, sitting up and looking down at his outline on the bed.

“Well I can’t be chasing two targets at one, and expect my on ice play to remain consistent yes?” Patrick said. So logical, so obvious and Michele sighed and fell back onto her pillows annoyed that Patrick was right about that.

“Fine,” she murmured. She closed her eyes, tired, drained.

“You are right,” Patrick whispered.

She opened her eyes. “Oh? About what?”

“Cecile,” Patrick said. “She needs to be in love or a man does not stand a chance with her, in fact even if she is, he won’t stand a chance. Her love for God is far too strong, it leads her to delaying her relationships on Earth, she would feel too guilty to do anything with a man because God is always there for her.”

“Are you giving up?” She wondered how Patrick could bring himself to do that. He had never given up on his quarry before. Still, a force like God, or the faith in Him at any rate was something unfamiliar to them, she would understand if he didn’t feel he had the arsenal to take it on.

“No, I just need to be smart; I have to work on two stages.”

“Oh and those are?”

“Well love,” Patrick replied. “She needs to fall in love with me, but that won’t be enough, not for her to give in or me to get any satisfaction.”

Michele grinned. “And what would give you satisfaction?”

“I want her to love me and still love God,” Patrick replied, “I want her to give in absolutely to me and betray God completely.”

Michele laughed. “You want to beat God?”

“Is that not enough for you?”

Michele closed her eyes and squeaked in delight.