A Million Way's To Love You™ (On The Line) ♥ Book 4✔️

♡Chapter 7♡

*Marilyn's Point Of View *

"Hey m...mom? Why are you all dressed up?", I finish clipping on my earring before turning around to see Brandon in his pajamas and DVDs in his hand. "Uhh well Brandon,  mommy has a date ", I said walking out of the bathroom into the room. Brandon follows me out. "What do you mean a 'date'?", He said using air quotations. I sigh. "Well a man asked me out for dinner today and well I said OK", He furrows his eyebrows in confusion. "Wait wait. What you are telling me is that you are going out with a complete stranger?!", He exclaimed waving his hand's around for emphasis. I shake my head and giggle. "Brandon love, It's just dinner", He groans and sits on my bed while I rummage through my closet. "Then it'll turn into breakfast or lunch, then eating here and then he'll be your boyfriend and then...then...", He trails off towards the end. I turn around and walk to him. "Brandon? ", He looks down. "Baby it's just a dinner. There is no need to get hasty, that's all too fast. Look I can't promise you those thing's will or will not happen. I will say that fot now you're the only man in my life that has my heart OK?", I said stroking his hair. He looks at me and wraps his arm's around my waist. "I know mom. I'm just not ready for you to move on, I know somewhere in your heart you still belong to dad", I sigh. "I don't know. But I need to finish getting ready so either help me pick out my shoes or get out! Ha-ha", I teased. He playfully nudges me and stands up. "Alright I'll get out", I make a face. "So you don't want to help your mommy? ", He continues walking out. "I still love you mommy!", He yelled. I laugh. Sometimes he can be such a baby. I sigh and continue getting ready...

*Michael's Point Of View*

Why the hell am I here? I have been sitting in this driveway for five minutes trying to decide should I go in or not. My heart is telling me no but my body is saying yes. Most definitely an R Kelly moment. I tap on the steering wheel while biting my lip. My phone vibrates. I already know who it is. She hasn't stopped texting me since my answer. I hate this so much. The guilt is unbearable. But still here I am. I turn the gear to back out, but as soon as I switch the engine on she click-clacks out. "Michael? Baby is that you?", I let out a groan. I hate when she calls me baby. I have told her not to do that. I pretend not to hear her as I get out. "Michael baby why do you look so stressed?", There goes that word baby! I force a smile. "I am a little ", She makes a face. "Aww my poor baby, But I think I can make that all better huh?", I shrug. She hits my shoulder and laughs. I rub my shoulder and continue walking to her front door. I stop once she starts to open it. "Wait is is your son home?", She giggles. "No he won't be home until later tonight ", I nod. "Wait what time? ", She let's out another giggle, this one louder than the last. "Baby you have stop asking these questions just hush and let me take care of your stress OK?", She said pulling me inside. "Ev- uhh can we loose the baby name, please? ", She looks at me confused. "What do you mean?", "I... Can you not call me baby?",  She smirks. "Oh so you don't like baby?", I shake my head no. She bites her lips and walks in front of me. "So no baby?", Her tone changes from casual to seductive. She presses her back against mine and swings her hips a bit. "How about daddy?", I don't respond. I close my eyes when she starts grind unto me. She grinds into me again. "Ooh I know, papa ", My eyes shoot open. I quickly back away from Evelyn.  "I can't do this. This was a bad idea, look I'm going to go", I said turning to walk out. Evelyn quickly grabs my shoulder. "Michael what's wrong?", I shake my head. "Nothing I just need to go", She runs in front of me. "Michael don't leave me, I need you", "Evelyn I have to go", I breathe moving het to the side. She groans. "Michael! You are not leaving me again! Ok I know what you want! Just stay please", She said moving in my face again. She grabs my face and kisses me. "Michael ba-, I need you Mikey ", She said kissing my favourite spot on my neck. A moan sneaks it's way through my mouth. "I know this is your favourite spot Mikey ", She whispered in my ear. I nod. I want to just leave but honestly I don't want to keep my body from it's needs. I close my eyes. The first thing I see is Marilyn. She is smiling at me with her lingerie on. Black and red, her favourite and mine. I smile to myself. "Does Mikey like this?", I heard Evelyn ask. I just nod. Not noticing that somehow we made it to her bedroom, Or the fact that she's licking my chest. I keep my eye's close still seeing Marilyn. This may be spiteful, but it's the only way I can allow myself to continue this. Of course Evelyn doesn't know about this. Evelyn reaches down in my pants. "Mmm... Marilyn ", I moan out accidentally. I quickly open my eyes catching myself.  My eyes set on a angry Evelyn. "Wait! What did you say?", She spat glaring at me. "Uhh... I...", I stuttered avoiding eye contact.  She huffs and pushes me. "I knew this was going to happen! All of those times we have made love! Yet you are still calling her name?!", She barked poking my chest hard. I rub my chest. "And you aren't going to apologize! Michael get the hell out! ", "I'm sorry ", I whispered. "Too late! You know what?  Let's see how much you miss Marilyn, raising our child!", I look at her crazily.  "What did you say?", She groans and points outside.  "Just leave Michael I'll talk to you tomorrow", I open my mouth but she walks out into her bathroom slamming and locking it. I groan and storm out. She has to be lying.  I know she is. I climb into my car. Maybe I should try calling Marilyn.  I take my phone out and dial her. Voicemail. I sigh of course. I call Yuli.

*"Hello?",

"Hey Yuli it's Michael... "

"Oh hey how are you? ",

"I'm ok, I have a question?"

"Ok ask",

"Where is Marilyn? I need to talk to her "

*Silence *,

"Yuli? "

"Michael... Don't hate me, But she's out ",

"Out where? Is she OK?"

"Yeah she's fine, I have said too much already",

"Yuli just tell me"

"Ugh... Michael she's out on a date!",

"What! No you're joking and it's not funny",

"...I'm not joking Michael, She's on a date with a nice guy",

-Silence -

"Michael?... ",

-Click*

I hang up and throw the phone in the passenger seat. I can't believe this. I feel so hurt. But we aren't together. Why should I feel hurt? I can't help it. I have finally realized, I have lost her. And maybe for good...

To Be Continued...