(READ BOOK ONE or you'll get confused)
Some things are hard to look past, especially when it comes to Noelle and Michael's situation. Having to always be understanding and compromising with certain things isn't what Michael nor Noelle ever thought t...
Happy Birthday London 🎂🎉🌹 So in honors of it being the main character's (Noelle) birthday
Here's a special update to celebrate 🍾
Excuse any errors🙏🏾
Enjoy 🔑
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Noelle
I rolled over in my bed as heard a loud knock on my door. I honestly didn't even feel like answer the door, so I rolled back over to attempt to fall back to sleep. That plan was short lived when I heard another knock on my door. I groaned as I sat up slowly throwing the to the side.
I dragged my hand down my face as I took my iPhone off the charger to check the time.
8:36 a.m I mentally read on my phone.
Who in the hell knocks on somebody's door at 8 in the morning. I thought as I got out of bed.
I threw on my satin kimono to cover up my nakedness underneath Michael's black muscle t-shirt. It was sooo hot yesterday in the NY, so as soon as I got home from the studio I stripped bare and pumped up my AC to the fullest. I approach the door as another knock was made against it.
"Who is it?" I asked with a lil attitude in my voice.
"Delivery." A masculine voice said.
Deliver? I thought as I opened the the door to face a tall Hispanic man wearing a black Raphel Lauren polo, black denim jeans, and all black Nike roshe runs.
"Delivery for who?" I asked crossing my arms.
"Delivery for a Mrs. Jordan." He states, reading it from a card that he pulled out from his back pocket. "You are Mrs. Jordan I presume."
"I-I....umm. Yes I guess you can say I am." I stuttered nervously.
"Then we have the right address. Bring it in boys." He commanded. Soon six other guys came in carrying handfuls of flowers and bags, placing them down all across the living room tables, couch, and floors.
"Just sign here Mrs. Jordan." The delivery man said handing me a pen and a clipboard with a receipt paper attract to it. I took it and signed my signature and gave it right back to him. "And a happy birthday Mrs. Jordan."
"Thank you." I repel as he and the six men leave out of the living room. I closed the door as the last one leaves and admire at all the gifts they had just delivered to me. Every brand you can imagine of was sitting in my living room. Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Tiffanys', Dior, MAC, YSL, Gucci and so forth.
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My attention immediately to the bedroom. I heard my phone ringing as I stood near the gifts. I quickly made my way into the bedroom, picking up my phone off of the bed to see who it was. I rolled my eyes and accepted the call while putting it on speaker.
"Hello-"
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Monica yelled into the phone.
I giggled at her ratchetness. "Thanks Mona."
"YASSSS bitch!, Today is your day boo. So you know what we doing today?"
"What Mona." I said sarcastically.
"We bouta be lit all day bitch! I'm on my way over there now girl, so get dress." She informed.
"Okay, but you have to come in when you get here."
"Bet. See you in twenty." She said hanging up.
I went back into the living room and sat on one of the empty couches. I saw that I had a few happy birthday texts from my grandmom, my step-dad, a few of my close friends and people that I've worked with. I replied to all the texts with a simple thank you until I finally reached Michael's text.
Mikey😍💏💖: Happy Birthday babygirl , you enjoyed the gifts? 8:58 a.m
I blushed and giggled a bit as I looked back up at the gifts he sent.
Me: yes I did thanks bae 💖 but it's far too much 9:10 a.m
Mikey😍💏💖: watchu mean? 9:12 a.m
Me: I don't need all this stuff, all I really want is you to be here with me... 9:18 a.m
Mikey😍💏💖: I wish I could, but I told you something came up... I promise we gon' spend the whole day together when I come on Monday okay?
Me: okay 😞😢
Mikey😍💏💖: don't do that ma I promise I'll be there as soon as I can
A familiar knocking that kinda sounded like the instrumental to Cut It was made on my door. I rolled my eyes knowing who it was. I got up open the door to reveal Monica twerk her skinny booty in my face.
"YASSSS bitch, Monica in the building!" She said walking in. She let out a get gasped when she saw what was sitting in the living room. "Michael sent you all of this?"
I nodded. "No way! You sure he don't got a single brother." She asked digging through one of the bags.
"No, now get out of my gifts." I said slapping her hands as she try to dig through another bag.
"You know there's s card in here." She said lifting up a white envelope. I snatched it out of her hands and opened it to find a handwritten letter from Michael.
Noelle,
First, I wanna apologize for not being there for you on your birthday. I desperately wins I could be as well. To see the look on your face as you the delivery men walk in with the gifts I hand picked out for you. You deserve it all and so much more. So until I get there, I paid for an entire day of services that pampers to you.... and Monica too. In this card are schedule of all the things ya'll be doing to today. See you on Monday. I love you & Happy Birthday. 💖
- Michael
"He got moneyyyyyyyy." Monica joked.
I laughed at her antics, while placing the card on the coffee table.
"I can't believe he did this all for me."
"Girl, that man is in love with you." Monica said smelling one of the flowers.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Okay!
That was part 1 😎👌🏾
Michael is the real MVP, I swear I'm falling for him myself 😊lol
