ʟᴏᴠᴇ & ʟɪᴇs

A Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ

//September 27th, 2019
Los Angeles, California
Havenhurst Avenue, Encino//

Morning came, awakening the middle aged man as he stirred in his sleep and opens his eyes, he's in his room of course, but something was off.

His hair was messy and matted; his clothes including underwear was thrown all over the place and some of them that he doesn't own, the door opens with Stephen holding two bowls that seemed to have fruit inside, "oh. Good morning, Michael. Nice to see you're awake..." He said sitting the bowls down on the nightstand before sitting next to his boss, whom he slept with.

Michael snatched the sheets to cover up his naked body and looked at Stephen's half naked body, luckily his was wearing boxers. "Did I told you not to roam around the house with no shirt on?" He asked him, "what you're gonna do, punish me?" He bargained, with a sly smile, Michael's face turn from anger to disgust, "ugh, no! This is my last warning, Stephen, and don't let this happen again!" He scolded, wagging his finger at him like an adult lecturing a child.

"Michael-" Before he could finish his sentence, Michael interrupts, "Mr. Jackson." He corrected him, "Mr. Jackson, both of our partners did the same thing that we did! What's the big issue, don't you want to get back at him?" He bellowed, Michael sighed, "I did, but that was my hormones and my own emotions that pushed me to do it. I still love my husband, it's just difficult right now..."

Stephen looks down and exhaled, "I understand, it's been rough too without Janelle, but all actuality I'm glad." He said, putting his hands on his hips, "really?" Michael asked, "really. I feel more alive than ever, yes it hurt like hell when I found out that she cheated, but without gloomy and greedy nature, I've been better." He admits, Michael nods his head and "and that's great, but I have to take a shower, once you're finished eating find something do pertaining to your job." He walks inside the bathroom and turned on the shower, he felt a strong kick from his baby, "ow! Okay, little one, I know you're hungry but could you wait out till I'm done showering?" He grunted as he turned on the shower and got in.

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A knock appeared onto the hotel door, Prince sluggishly dragged himself towards the door, every time there's a knock on the door he believed it to be his husband, Michael. But no avail.

He opens the door and sees a short woman and another taller woman whom they both look familiar, he rubs his eyes and groaned, "Janet? App? What are you doing here?" They walked into the room.

Apollonia in her professional causal suit with a red lace bracelet and one earring dangling from her ear, sat down on one of chairs as for Janet, who was wearing a black leather bra top and boyfriend jeans with a flannel shirt tied around his hips, also sat down in a chair next to the window.

"You know why we're here." Said Apollonia, who was done with Prince's foolishness, "people know about the affair, alone with sexual harassment, so now you're deadbeat, conniving, cheating, and harassing bastard!" She exclaimed, Prince sighed and slumped on the cushioned bench in front of the bed.

Janet shook her head at him, "Y'know, I know you're inconsiderate nuance, but you're far from that my friend." Prince looked down at his lap, "listen, I know I messed up, but here me out when I tell you this. Which I know you'll get pissed at me for anyways, but it's worth telling you and maybe explaining to Michael yourself since he's not speaking to me." He said, twirling his draw string of his red sweatpants between his fingers.

The girls looked at each other and back at Prince for him to elaborate, "I contacted Janelle, just to get this shit in order, about the baby and junk. She came over and—"