Mikkel pushes me back to where I sat back against my bed, then he leans me back and places his head back in it's previous position, between my legs.

I moan, biting my lip as I look down at him.

I had never experienced such orgasmic feelings before. Nor have I ever experienced Mikkel being so gentle and passionate.

He's begining to show that he has two sides.

My hips buck as his tongue dances around my clit, suckling on it and making me whimper.

"M-mikkel I'm g-gonna-"I whimper, my body shaking as he holds my hips in place.

I cover my face and I whimper feeling my orgasm approaching.

"M-mikkel-"I whimper.

Suddenly he removes his mouth from my heat and I groan out

My breathing hitches as he undoes his pants. He drops them and quickly positions himself between my legs.

I moan as he slowly pushes himself into me, thrusting passionately.

....

N/pov

Mikkel watches Tiffany as she sleeps. He had had a lot of jobs. Bodyguarding at least. All of them were rich like Tiffany.

But they were snobby. Bitches.

Why was Tiffany different? She even looked different from the other girls.

He didn't believe what his eyes were telling his mind.

She must be the same. Impossible. He scoffs as he sits up. He slips out of her bed and begins to gather his clothes.

"Where are you going?"Tiffany asks softly, making him pause.

"Out."he says.

"Can't you stay a bit longer?"Tiffany pleads as Mikkel pulls on his boxer briefs.

Her sad tone makes him huff.

"I'm going out, Tiffany."

She lets out a soft, sad sounding hum, covering herself all the way with her blanket.

Mikkel looks down at the blanket limp she had become and he takes a deep breath as he looks up, annoyed.

Mikkel groans quietly, running his fingers through his hair as he looks back at her.

He puts his hands on his hips and flares his nostrils. Then he has a silent fight with the air and finally throws himself back into the bed.

He presses his lips into a tight line, shoving himself back under the covers angrily.

Tiffany smiles with her eyes closed. Mikkel let's off a defeated sigh and then looks over at Tiffany who was still facing away from him.

He rolls his eyes as he scoots closer, snaking his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.

"Mikkel?"Tiffany smiles.

"Shut up."Mikkel says against her neck.

Tiffany smiles again.

....

Tiffany wake up, her eyes opening slowly. She sees Mikkel across from her, smoking a cigarette out of her open window. He only wore his black jeans and no shirt.

She smiles as she sit up a bit.

She grabs her phone and turns it on. Her smile instantly fades.

"Oh my god."Tiffany says.

Mikkel looks over at her.

"What now?"he asks.

"That fucking bitch. THAT FUCKING BITCH IS SPREADING RUMORS ABOUT ME!"Tiffany shouts as she stands out of bed.

"What bitch."Mikkel asks with a huff as he presses the cigarette into the bricks outside her window.

"The one you smashed into the lockers the other day. I swear to God I'm gonna kill her!"Tiffany says angrily.

Mikkel instantly feels Tiffany's anger as he stands up straight dusting off his hands.

"What's her address?"Mikkel asks calmly.

Tiffany looks over at him.

"Why?"

"Just what is it, Tiffany."he says, walking over to his shirt and slipping it on over his muscular body.

Tiffany was reluctant to give the information, seeing how he treated Charlotte before. But she gives him the information anyway.

He huffs as he quietly gets dressed, pulling on his jacket as he looks at Tiffany.

"Stay in the house. I'll be back."he says.

"Wh-Where are you go-"he cuts her off with a soft kiss on the lips.

"Mikkel-"

"Shut up."he says softly, making her slightly smile.

He releases her and then exits the room, leaving her blushing and fuzzy minded.