Okay, I'm sorry that I left you guys on a kind-of cliffhanger...lol :) I really liked writing this chapter, getting more into Michael's head was important.

The setting is the morning after Olivia and Cameron reunite. OOH :)

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Chapter Five: Morning

MPOV

I awoke to the sound of the shower water running, watching the steam come out of the bathroom. I sighed, rolling over to stare at the ceiling. Maybe it was all just a dream…but I knew it was hopeless. Olivia snuck out. Again.

This was the last straw. She had used up all of my patience; I was so tired of this – her endless secrets and vague answers to my direct questions. And so I resolved that I was going to confront her about it. Today.

"Olivia?" I called, over the sound of the rushing shower water in the bathroom. The steam was still coming out of the cracks in the door. I didn't get a response. "Are you in there?" I said, knocking on the door once more, annoyed now that she wasn't answering.

I was about to open the bathroom door when I heard someone call out from the small kitchen. "Michael, I'm here, baby!" I walked into the kitchen hesitantly, somewhat disoriented by the confusion of not knowing what was going on.

"Olivia?" I asked, blinking at the bright lights of the kitchen and the rising sun. I glanced at the clock. It was eight in the morning. Way too early for a Saturday. This was strange – Olivia was never up this early on a Saturday morning.

"Is that you?" I clarified. I directed my question at the person who was bending down over the open refrigerator door, grabbing the half-empty carton of apple juice from within it. On the counter sat two, freshly toasted pieces of bread with strawberry jam on them. That was also weird. Olivia hated strawberry jam. As a matter of fact, so did I.

She was wearing her favorite pair of pajama bottoms – the faded green and blue plaid ones, with a lacy black camisole. Her auburn-red hair was pulled back into a messy bun, on the top of her head.

"Yeah?" she asked, the sound of her voice muffled by the refrigerator barrier, yet I could hear the endless confusion. She had left a full glass of orange juice on the counter for me. I grabbed it and sipped.

"What's going on? Who's in the shower?" I asked, bewildered, dropping the glass from my mouth. Maybe she was waiting for the water to get warm, and she had decided to get breakfast before going into the shower. Or maybe she had turned it on for me, a gesture of kindness, of courtesy. Maybe of some kind of love.

But against all of my hopes, she grinned sheepishly, guiltily, as if she had done or was doing something wrong.

I took another sip of orange juice to hide the horrid expression that was clearly visible on my face. "Oh, that. Um…that's…um," she trailed off as a tall man with sandy blonde hair walked into the room, wearing only a pair of blue and white striped boxer shorts. Oh, god. This man's hair was completely messed up. Sex hair.

Somehow, he crossed the room without seeing me standing there, without noticing me at all. This strange, unknown man went straight to the refrigerator, next to Olivia and kissed her cheek, lovingly.

I watched with horror as she smiled dreamily when he did kiss her. She did not grimace or tell him to back off. She smiled, as if the action were familiar, as if the action reminded her of something from her past.

My face burned a bright red with jealousy. She was my fiancée! I knew something was going on with her! So this was why she was sneaking out like once a week. This man was the cause of all of our problems.

"Hey, babe," he said smiling, slinging his arm around her tiny waist, pulling her closer to him in a tight embrace. Olivia looked at me, looks of horror flashing across her face. Apparently, I was not supposed to see this.

"Um, M…Michael…" she stuttered. But the blonde man was still oblivious to the fact that I was standing right there, just feet away from him, holding a glass of orange juice so tightly, that I would be surprised if the glass didn't break.

"Shh, don't worry, love," he said, comforting her and kissing her forehead slightly, massaging his thumb onto her hand. It was all I could do to not strangle his pretty little throat. "Michael's not here. We can be together."

Olivia was shaking slightly, overwhelmed by the situation. Looks of embarrassment passed through her clear blue eyes, which kept darting from me to this blonde man, and back again. Her face was turning red, almost as red as mine was.

"I can explain!" she exclaimed. Finally, the blonde man whipped around. He and Olivia stepped about two feet away from each other, distancing themselves.

"Um…hi," the blonde man said in a baritone voice, much lower than my tenor. "I can explain…" he trailed off, his grey eyes widening. But I had seen enough. Hands shaking, I turned around and walked out the other direction.

I could hear Olivia protest from inside the kitchen. "Michael, no! Come back and I'll tell you everything, I swear! I won't leave anything out! Promise, Michael! I promise you that I will tell you everything!" I ignored the sounds of her muffled calls.

They seemed so far away now. I ignored the voice that followed me as I walked up the street without any sense of direction, only knowing that I had to get out of there, that I needed to get away from that scene.

I didn't want her ridiculous excuses. I know what I saw. And right now, I never wanted to see Olivia again.

Michael is ANGRY!!! This could be bad...haha I had so much fun writing this! And I'm soooo sorry that I didn't update for a while, but everything was so crazy... :( I hope you like this chapter!

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