What Next?

A frown stayed in place on Zack's face the whole night, only disappearing occasionally when his lips parted to snore.

Mike did not like the frown so at eight in the morning when he was getting up to go get some food, he simple kissed his bitch to make the frown go away if possible, and then he left.

The frown wavered and seconds after Mike left, Zack woke up. He touched his lips, he could just tell that his Master had kissed him. His lips tingled in a way they only did when Mike kissed him.

Maryse was on the hunt, she wanted Mike and she wad determined to have him. She beat on the door to there room.

Mike was at the store across the street buying some snacks to call breakfast. He even picked up some things he knew Zack liked.

Zack stood, groggily wiping his eyes.
"Master?" He grumbled, wondering if Mike had forgotten his key as he opened the door. However, he was very awake when he saw who it was.
"Hey, didn't I throw you out last night?" He glared.

Maryse rolled her eyes at him.
"Soon Mike will be throwing you out loser, we both know he would be happier with me, he might actually love me."

"Look, I am NOT in the fucking mood bitch. So get your bleach blond, skanky ass out of here." Zack snapped.

"You dont want Mike too see me and come back to my room with me? Well he is." She was making sure of that.

"He won't." Zack said firmly. Although he was doubting that more than he let show. "He doesn't do skank bitches like yourself. I was raised not to hit a girl but if you do not back off I will beat you until you speak proper English." He growled.

She stuck her hand in his face
"He does you doesn't he? And let me tell you, if you hit me, he will not be a happy man. His daddy hit his mother, he does not indulge hitting girls, you will set him off." A hand on her hip as she fixed her hair. "And I'm a catch, he might have caught me. He wont throw me back, especially not for some loser like you."

Zack growled.
"What makes you think you're such a catch?" He snorted. "Who wouldn't throw you back?"

"Mike." She answered simple as she gave him a sweet innocent smile as she saw Mike coming down the hall out of the corner of her eye.

Zack laughed out loud.
"Keep dreamin darlin." He winked.

She giggle and thumped his cheek where the imprint of Mike's hand was still visible.
"Least he wont hit me, he'll love me too much to hit me."
It was low but whatever.

Zack froze.
"He won't but trust me I WILL." His voice got ominously low. That fucking hurt and she knew it. Zack was a hard person to piss off but once you did, oh, you regretted it. "Get your bleach blonde, fake boobed, hairy lipped skank ass outta here. Go fuck Ted. Leave Mike the fuck alone." He snarled. A low growl rumbled from deep in his throat.

Mike finally walked up to them, he looked between them with a frown. Maryse grinned and hugged him around the waist. "Hey Mikey!" He greeted brightly and kissed his cheek.
"Hey Maryse." He didn't sound very excited, he sounded more apathetic then anything. She took his hand and grinned. "Mikey, I need help carrying something to the car and Teddy is busy, will you please help." She batted her eyes lashes and Mike shrugged.
"Yeah, sure...When Im done eating."
She nodded enthusiastically and kissed his cheek again, hugging him longer than necessary which had Mike irritated and wanting to push her off. She turned and walked off, her ass shaking and her high heels could be heard long after she was put of site.

Zack spun around and walked back inside, clear anger on his face. He grumbled as he gathered his gym bag together.
"I'm going to the gym master." Have fun fucking the slut, was what he wanted to add but he couldn't talk to his Master like that.

"Your going to eat first bitch."
Mike had actually gotten his bitch something to eat too, and what's even more amazing is that Mike remembered his favorite snacks to get.
He threw the bag of food over to Zack.

Zack sighed but nodded.
He was surprised when he saw his favorite snacks.
"Um, thank you Master."

Mike didn't answer, he just sat on his bad and massaged his shoulder. He wasn't feeling too hot, he did NOT feel like fucking with Maryse today.

"Is your shoulder alright Master?" Zack asked softly as he began to eat.

"Fine..."
He was deep in thought, thinking about why Maryse would not get the picture and why it pissed his birch off so much, not like Mike belonged to him....right?

"Would you like me to massage it for you?" Zack questioned, wondering what his Master was thinking about.

"I don't want you touching me right now...."
He didn't want anyone touching him.

"Alright Master." Zack frowned. He quickly finished eating. "May I go to the gym now?" He sighed.