Remember The Time: An MJ Love Story

Part 4

Kierra

I wake up the next morning to find Michael's button down and a red long stemmed rose beside me. Attached to the rose is a note.

"Went back to the hotel. It's a busy day, but I'll see you later. Michael."

I smile and put the rose to my nose. It's a fresh bloom, I can tell. I reach over and grab my phone. Today's date: April 8 aka, my birthday. A huge, ridiculous grin begins to spread on my face. My birthday is one of the days I get to go to any of my favorite restaurants and the whole meal is on the house. One of the perks of being one of America's favorite journalist. I finally get my lazy butt out of bed and head to my fridge to get some grapes. Humming 'Happy Birthday' to myself, I search for my green grapes. My phone goes off, making me jump and mad at the same time. Who the hell is calling me while I'm trying to eat? I grab my cell phone and glance at it. Fucking Scam call.
I head to my laptop and check my email. My inbox is cluttered with happy birthday emails. There's one from my boss saying he has to cut my vacation back a week. I don't really care because, as crazy it sounds, I actually am missing work. A knock comes from my door. I giggle, excited to greet my present. When I open the door, who I see makes my smile evaporate. Jordan. What the hell does he want? Not only do I not want him here, but Michael is due back any second.

"Happy birthday, Precious," He grins giving me a Hallmark.
"Thanks, " I say. He crosses his arms and stares at me. I catch his eyes wandering over my body.

"Jordan, stop looking at me like that," I say.

He smiles and then bites the corner of his bottom lip. Oh, shit. He backs me into my condo and closes the door with his foot. Oh, shit!

" God, I missed you," He says in my ear, pressing his lips to my neck.

He smells absolutely divine. Is that that Armani cologne I like? Okay, I'll let him--- Wait, what am I thinking? I refuse to let Jordan screw up my chances with Michael. I'm also forgetting something really important here: I cannot stand this asshole! I shove him off of me, cross my arms, and glare at him.

"Why you looking at me like that," he asks with that stupid look on his face.

"You and I both know that we can't do this," I start.

"Do what?"

Is he serious right now?

"This, Jordan! Me and you. Every time you hurt me, I let you back in. God, I was so stupid," I say.

He cups my face, but I pull back.

"I love you, Kierra. You know that," He says.
Had this been six months ago, I would have believed him. But, it sadly isn't. It's my twenty-fifth birthday and I'm so far over him.

"You messed that up when you slept with Anna," I sigh.

"I didn't sleep with Anna, Kierra," he tells me. I shake my head.

"Spare me the B.S. okay?"

I open my door for him. Oh, crap. Why is Michael standing in front of me? "Hey there stranger," he says, leaning to give me a kiss on the cheek. As bad as I want to completely melt to the floor, I have to get Jordan out of here first.

"Hi," I greet, warmly.

The tension is so thick, you could cut it with a butter knife.

"Introduce me to your friend, Kierra," Jordan calls, his voice dripping in sarcasm. I shoot a deadly look his way. He's letting his jealousy get in the way. It's not my fault he couldn't keep it in his pants.