Daddy's Dynasty

13.

Maleah Jenner.
I am currently leaving the studio. Maurice was on a short trip to Dubai for a few concerts and I was honestly so lonely. I've been all by myself and I still feel so much guilt for sleeping with Michael again.

"Maleah, wait up!" I heard a familiar voice call out.

I carried on walking towards my car, and hopped in. Little did I know that this person was so determined to see me, that they got in my car.

"What do you want Michael?" I harshly asked.

"A ride home. My chauffeur said he is stuck in some really bad traffic and I need to get home to the girls now. The nanny should be leaving any moment. Please take me home. I'll even give you gas money." He begged.

Instead of answering, I began to drive off. We were on the highway and the roads were empty, meaning it would only take five minutes to get to his home. We sat in an awkward silence and it was a very tense journey.

"This was round about where I had my car accident." He said.

I looked up at him in shock to see him clenching his jaw and balling his fists. He looked mad and sexy, because when he is mad he looks sexy, to me.

"It just makes me so angry that the drug dealer got off Scott free. He tried to kill me and yet I still haven't bussed a cap in his old ass." He angrily roared.

I always feel a great amount of guilt when Michael talks about his car accident. It was Ted that messed with his drugs and Ted was my sort of father in law, so I have to have family loyalty. But to be fair that man has never given me a moment of kindness. I guess that I'm afraid that Maurice will get caught in the middle, and will have to choose between his dream and his father.

After he told me that, I decided to race to his home. Being on the road with him is making me feel an immense amount of guilt and I really don't want to feel this way.

"What's wrong? You look pissed." Michael asked.

"I'm just lonely at home. Maurice is in Dubai, my family have their own families to care about and you have daughters to look after. All my friend are working or getting drunk, and I just want someone to chill with. I haven't sat down with someone, smoked some weed and snorted some coke, for a long ass time! I just have been living in fast motion and I haven't had time to just slow down and process things." I confessed.

After saying those words, it was if a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.

"You can always come to mine. I have bag of pineapple kush just waiting to be rolled and blazed." He offered.

I bit my lip, contemplating on whether I should go or not.

"Sounds tempting but I shouldn't. I know this sounds really bad, but I don't know what I will do if I'm around you." I sadly said.

"Well the offer still stands, if you change your mind." He said.

It went back to an awkward silence and I honestly felt the temperature rocket upwards. I really did miss Michael. When your so used to being with someone everyday it feels so weird to not be around them as often as you used to be.

We pulled up to his apartment, and he swiftly hopped out.

"Are you sure you don't wanna come up?" He asked.