(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...
It was going onto late October and the weather was getting cold quick. I was back into filming this new movie I'm in that they said should be out sometime next year. The money that I got from NBA 2k17 was well over enough to allow me to get her a studio not to far from where we reside at. I wanted to surprise her with it and something else to.
Life has been so great lately between us. I knew moving her out here with me was a big step for her, for both of us. I'm hoping we can continue making big steps cause I really can't see myself being without her. My life revolves around Noelle and I bet she knows it too.
Lately though, she has been acting kinda strange since my moms visited. She's been running to the bathroom like a chicken with its head cut off. When I wear a certain cologne she keeps a distance between us, or the time I had made her my special potato salad she nearly gagged on the spot.
I've even asked my mother about it since she a woman and all, but she just tells me it's not her place to say. I don't understand how, but I hope Noelle just tell me sooner then later.
I had just got off the set from the short movie I audition for. I'm tryna make sure I don't over do it though, I was still wiped out from shooting the movie that's suppose to be coming out early next year. I was they paid me in advance though, cause I wanted to plan a very special surprise for Noelle in December, but it's still in the making.
I walked into my dressing room to see I had a few missed calls on my phone. I unlocked to see it was two from my agent, another from my publicist , and one from Noelle. I quickly dialed Noelle's number, disregarding the other two. The dial tone ranged for about three seconds, then Noelle's soft voice.
"About time you called me back." She joked with sarcasm in her voice.
"My bad babe. I just got done doing another scene." I explained massaging my temples.
"Don't over work yourself. Did you drink the energy drink I made you this morning?" I rolled my eyes at the thought of the drink she made me. She's been doing this new dietary thing. All of our food has been swapped out with organic stuff. This morning should found this 'energy drink' that is suppose to give an extra boost by mixing celery, apples, papaya, and brussels sprout. Who in they right mind made this damn recipe. It gave me energy alright...I think I've ran to the bathroom like six times since I left the house.
"Uh...Yes I did. Thank you for that, I did needed to clean my bowels out."
She giggled. "My bad, I didn't think it would you go so much. Anyway, are you still meeting me at the restaurant after you finish work?"
"Of course, I still would like know why you chose that restaurant all the way out San Diego."
"You'll see. Alright, I'll talk to you later I gotta do this photoshoot with this upcoming designer." She stated
"You know, you should make your own clothing line. The way you be alternating your clothes and all."
"Someday, love you."
"Love you too, bye." As I hung the phone one the producers came into my dressing room to call me back on set. I quickly got up from my seat and followed after them.
Several hours later...
I was on my way to the restaurant that Noelle made reservations for. I was suppose to on the road 30 minutes ago, but filming took longer then the director had predicted. I was able to get a favor out it though. The costume crew let me borrow a one of a kind suit for the night.
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I pulled up to the valet parking at the restaurant and handed my keys to the valet. I walked into the restaurant and gave them my name. The receptionist had a confused looked on her face as she checked the list of names.
"Umm... Mr. Jordan, your name is on list however your other guest has called in to cancel the reservation." She explained.
Now I was confused. "What do you mean she cancelled?"
"We got a call from Mrs. Jordan's agent that she can't make it."
"Agent? What agent? She doesn't have an agent."
"H-he called about an hour ago sir."
"He? Did he have a name?" I asked.
She looked at her clipboard again. "A Don Benjamin."
I clenched my jaw. I took out my phone and called Noelle's phone. It rang for a good two minutes and went straight to voicemail. I hung up and called Monica.
"Hello?" A sluggish voice answered.
"Monica, have you talked to Noelle?" I quickly asked her.
"No, no I haven't. Why? What's going on?"
"This waitress saying that this bitch nigga Don, claiming he her agent, cancelled our reservation, and she ain't answering her phone. I'm getting mad as fuck right now, his ass better not have hurt or I swear to-"
"Michael, calm down! I'll start calling around to see if anybody has heard anything. In the meantime go to the police and file a report." I nodded my head like she could see me, as I got back into my car.
"Okay... but I swear if his ass done something to Noelle. He's ass ain't gotta be worried about the police finding him. Call me when you hear anything."
"Bet." She said hanging up.
I gripped the leather on my string wheel tightly, furiously. This nigga don' went too far this time. I'mma have to find this nigga myself. I just know he gotta my baby and if he do any harm to her he's a dead man walking. I pulled out the restaurant driveway speeding to the nearest police station. 🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹
