Chapter Forty Two
Weston stirs silently and rubs his hand against my arm gently, alerting me that he was awake.
I had no idea what the time was but I knew we both needed to be in work today, I would much rather spent the day in bed with Weston and imagine that all my problems magically went away.
"Morning," Weston says into my ear, his deep voice rumbling from the bit of his stomach.
"Morning," I whisper back.
His hands move from my body and attempt to turn me around so that I was now facing him, my eyes looking up at his tired face. Messy hair and droopy eyes, he still manages to press a kiss to my forehead gently.
"What's the time?" I ask.
"Just past six," he mumbles against my forehead.
"We should probably get up," I nod to him as I try to push off the covers. "You can't be late for work.
Weston's arms wrap around me, restricting me from moving. The feeling of his toned biceps flexing as he latches onto me. "Darryl can take us later, there is no rush." He tells me, his sleepy voice still evident.
My lips curve slightly as I nod up at him. "Okay," I reply.
"How are you feeling today?" He questions as he rakes a hand through my hair.
"If I wasn't with you then I'd probably be sobbing alone in bed," I admit with a deep sigh.
Weston shuffles slightly and rests his hand onto my cheek. "Well good thing we are together then." He offers me a supportive smile.
"It's strange because I feel sad and disgusted by what happened but because I wasn't conscious during... it," my throat closes painfully as I continue to talk. "It's almost like it didn't happen because I can't remember it, but something happened and he still took complete advantage of me."
"Micah," Weston whispers gently.
My eyes find his, feeling my lips wobble at the sound of his voice. "He must have drugged me, I purposely told myself not to have too many drinks. I was literally fine and then the next thing I knew I couldn't see straight, I could barely walk."
Weston listens to me quietly, his thumb flicking over the edge of my cheekbone softly. "I shouldn't have gone out," I shake my head. "If I had just listened to you, I wouldn't have gone out or needed a distraction."
"It is not your fault," he speaks over me, his eyes trained on mine. "Regardless of what happened between us, all you did was go out with a few friends. It has nothing to do with what went down with us, okay? It isn't your fault."
"Then why do I feel like it is?" I whisper pathetically, feeling tears grow in my eyes.
Weston's expression changes almost instantly. "I will fucking murder him if I ever see him again Micah," he tells me, his voice determined. "I was the one who wasn't there for you. I should have just told you about Estella in the first place, it wouldn't have pushed you away. Caused this friction between us."
"Please let me know if there is anything I can do Micah," he whispers before pressing a kiss to my forehead again. "I don't want you to ever feel like you're going through this alone because you're not. I'm here and I'm always going to be here."
My heart warms at his words as I grip onto his hand that is gripped onto the side of my cheek, his dark eyes looking back at me. "I love you West," I tell him, knowing completely in my heart that I was head over heels for him. "I've never been in love before but I know that I am so fucking in love with you."
Weston smiles, his teeth showing behind his perfectly pink lips. "I love you." He tells me before pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth and I melt into his touch.
I clench my eyes shut, holding this moment in my heart for a second. "I am so lucky to have you." I whisper slowly.
"No," he shakes his head before tucking me under his chin. "I am the one who is lucky to have you."
My ear presses into his chest, feeling his heart beat against my skin. The sensation was like no other, the warmth and intimacy between us. "I was scared that I fucked everything up," I admit, the guilt riding on my back.
Weston pulls us apart as he brushes my hair away from my face. "Why do you feel like that?"
My eyes glimmer with tears as I look up at him. "It was like I cheated on you somehow, being involved in sexual activity that wasn't you.
"Stop thinking like that," Weston's voice almost snaps. "You didn't consent so it isn't your fault. If you were worried that you think I'm annoyed or frustrated with you that this happened, then you're wrong Micah. I care about what you're feeling and how it's affecting you."
"I just feel dirty," I struggle to take a breath. "I was scared that you wouldn't see me the same anymore."
"Micah I am in love with you," he shakes his head towards me. "Nothing you say is going to push me away. I am always going to be there for you. Hearing you say these things is killing me."
I watch as his eyes glass over with a glimmer of pain that I had never seen before. "I'm sorry," I say quickly.
Weston's eyes close as he presses his forehead to mine. "Don't apologise," he whispers. "I just want to make you happy, I want to support you."
"You do make me happy," I tell him. "So fucking happy. I just don't know what I would do without you right now."
"Well you don't have to worry about that," he shakes his head to me, gliding his fingertips up and down my spine. "I wouldn't want to be with anyone else."
My eyes water and without purpose, a tear drips down my cheek. Weston instantly wipes it away and I share a small smile with him. "You're strong Micah," he says softly.
"I'm glad you think so," I croak out, Weston's lips breaking out into a beautiful grin.
"You don't need to go into work today if you don't want to," he says with a stern look. "Yesterday must have been hard for you and I get if you want some time to yourself."
My head instantly shakes towards him. "I'd rather go to work to keep things off my mind, keep busy you know."
"Okay," he nods back at me, bringing his hand up to my shoulder and smoothing it down my arm. "But if you need a break, time away from your desk. You're welcome to take a walk or do what you need to do."
I smile towards him and press a soft kiss to his lips. "You're the best boss ever." I say against him.
. . .
Weston and I went into work together, grateful that Darryl was around to pick us up. Weston had already asked if he could pop by my flat and pick up some clothes that Valentina had kindly put in a bag.
Considering it was halfway through the week already, I was glad to sit and do some work. Keeping myself busy with a few things that I had missed last week.
Theo, Lauren and Abi chat away and I wasn't even mad. I liked listening to them talk today, not once a space to sit and ponder about what was going on in my mind.
"So Micah, do you have a shit Christmas jumper?" Lauren directs to me from across the desks.
My fingers stop tapping away at the keyboard as I look up at her. "Hmmm?"
"For the Christmas party?" She responds. "We have a competition for the worst Christmas jumper."
"Oh," I tell her. "I mean I probably have some at home I could dig out."
"Well you best get looking," she points at me.
"Yeah, the winner gets five hundred pounds." Abi wiggles her eyebrows at me. "And I'm going to fucking win."
"Wearing a 'I'm sexy and I snow it' jumper isn't going to win Abi," Theo laughs as he rocks back in his desk chair.
Abi's face scrunches up. "I'm offended that you think I have such awful taste."
"Well yeah.. that's the point. It's called shit Christmas jumpers."
"Wait till you guys see," Abi huffs before turning back to her computer again.
Lauren snorts and Theo shakes his head towards her. "It's going to be so ba—"
Theo cuts himself off as the sound of sudden chatter rings through the office, all of us turning to look at the direction of the entrance.
Two police officers stroll into the office, being pointed into a direction by the receptionist. My throat clenches as they approach our table, Abi looking around frantically between us.
Once the two officers stop in front of me, I clench my stomach and look up at them.
"Micah Bleu?" One says as he holds onto his waistband tightly.
I nod slowly, fear shocking my system.
One grabs my arms and pulls me up, noticing that everyone had stopped working at their desks and had turned to me.
"I am arresting you on suspicion of assault," he says as he slings the cold handcuffs around my wrists, pulling them tightly behind my back. "You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence."
My lips part as I let out a shaky breath, my vision turning spotty from the nerves running through my veins.
"Micah?" Theo says suddenly, standing from his chair.
"Let's go," they say as they grab my arms and pull me through the hallway of the office.
My body turning numb, almost having to be dragged by their grips.
Weston's door swings open just as I approach his office, his eyes instantly fall on mine before the officers. A look of shock covering his face, his actions rigid like he didn't know what to do.
"What the fuck is happening?" Weston demands loudly but the officers ignore him.
My eyes stay glued on his as they glass over with tears, feeling sick to my stomach with anticipation. Fuck, I was just arrested in front of the whole office, never would I be able to recover from the sheer humiliation.
Weston grabs his coat and follows closely behind us as we approach the rotating doors on the ground floor. "I'll meet you at the station, alright?" He shouts as he slides his jacket onto his arms.
My head nods once as my body shakes, the officer opening the door and holding my head to allow me to duck into the car. Weston's eyes tear from mine as he frantically taps away at his phone and then raises it to his ear as the door is slammed behind me.
Not realising that tears had dribbled down my cheeks until now, shuffling in the seat as my handcuffs begun to dig into the skin on my wrists.
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Micah getting arrested😢😢 my poor baby I want to cry for him