That Summer

The Call

The following day
(Michael's POV)

The next day I woke up to a splitting headache. The blinds were drawn down, but everything just seemed too bright for my eyes. I hadn't drank like that ever, but I didn't want to ever again. With squinted eyes, I glanced around the room. My clothes were scattered everywhere, as were Anna's. Anna! I looked beside me to see my beautiful angel of a wife sleeping so soundly next to me. I couldn't help but watch her stir in her sleep as a smile crept onto my lips as her hair was sprawled all over her face. It took a moment for me to realize that I was bare underneath the sheets. Did we have sex last night? I asked myself, No kidding, otherwise I wouldn't be naked, now would I? Looking beside the bed, I found some clothes for me to put on as I weakly got up from the bed. I was careful to not wake Anna, for she needed the rest after our adventurous night. I walked into the living room to see Bill sitting on the couch,

"What are you doing in here, Bill?" I asked curiously.

"Well good morning to you too, princess." He said sarcastically.

"Good morning Bill. Seriously though, what's wrong?" I asked him. He returned my question with a laugh before heading towards the kitchen to rummage through the refrigerator,

"Michael, everything is fine. I came in here to make sure that you two were fine. You guys got a little crazy last night." He said with a laugh.

"I'm aware. Anna is still sleeping and I'd rather not wake her." But as I finished my sentence, the hotel phone rang. Quickly, I answered it, making sure that Anna had not woken up from the obnoxious sound,

"Hello?" I greeted with a slightly agitated whisper.

"Mr. Jackson, you have a call. Would you like for me to transfer you through? It's from California." I raised my eyebrows before proceeding with the call. The call was then transferred and a woman's voice sounded through the phone,

"Mr. Jackson, hello, this is Robyn Crawford. I used to be Whitney Houston's manager." My blood boiled at the sound of her name,

"What do you want? Haven't you all done enough?" I responded with a flash of anger.

"Mr. Jackson, I was never aware of what had happened to Ms. Simms, I assure you. I resigned right after I heard about it. Listen, I am calling to offer Anna a job, that is, if she is interested. I completely understand if she does not have any interest in taking the job, but I at least wanted to have the chance to converse with her and give her the opportunity to either accept or decline." She sounded as if she were sincere, but there was no way in hell that I could trust anyone that was or currently is associated with the one person who almost killed my Anna.

"I appreciate the thought, but I can assure you that Anna will not want to be a part of whatever it is you have in store for her. She has been through enough already." I seriously doubted that Anna would want to take a job with Robyn, after everything that has happened to her.

"Mr. Jackson, please, I can assure you that nothing bad will happen to her. Madonna had specifically requested for her to be her choreographer. She had seen the video of her that I had been given and wanted her. If it makes you feel more comfortable, Madonna is willing to accompany her with anything she needs to ensure safety." I did not want to lie to Anna, nor did I want her to be put in danger again. I could not stand to see her like that again. Though Madonna was a close friend of mine and I knew that I could trust her to keep Anna safe,

"I will need to discuss this with her. I do not feel very comfortable with this, seeing as to how it went last time. This is her decision, but if she agrees then she will need top notch security, I do not want the same thing happening again. If so, then you will be held responsible."