The Boxer And The Dancer (Michael B. Jordan)

Chapter 12

📍Please Do Not Skip The Authors Note At  The End.📍
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•Drea•

I Woke Up In A Full Sized Bed With A Super Soft Plush Comforter Thrown Over Me. The Last Thing I Remember Was Falling Asleep In The Car On The Ride Back To Michael's House. I Stood Up, Noticing I Was In A Large Shirt And Basketball Shorts. I Looked In The Mirror On The Vanity And The Little Bit Of Make Up I Had On Was Completely Wiped Off Along With My Hair Being Put In A Not So Neat Ponytail. How Sweet.

I Found My Slippers And Put Them On. As I Made My Way Downstairs I Heard Music Playing.

"So What's This Song?" I Asked Walking Into The Kitchen Where Michael Was Cooking Breakfast Shirtless.

I Sat Down At The Table And Watched As His Muscled Back Flexed As He Moved.

"Alcoholics By Skizzy Mars." He Said.

"I Like It. I Never Heard This One And I Listen To Skizzy."

"Yeah I Ended Up On YouTube For A Long Time Last Night, Thinking About That Song You Played."

"The Sia One?" I Asked As I Bobbed My Head To The Music.

"Yeah."

"Cool."

He Turned Around Setting Two Plates On The Table. Waffles, Bacon, Grits, Eggs And Strawberries. He Turned Around And Turned Everything Off Then Sat At The Table. I Smiled At The Gesture.

"What's Wrong?"

"I Can't Eat Pork, It Makes Me Sick."

"Oh Shit, My Bad, I Got Turkey Bacon."

"I'm Good, Imma Still Eat The Rest Though, You Can Just Take The Bacon."

He Took The Bacon Off Of My Plate And We Both Started Eating.

"Got Any Plans Today." I Asked Between Bites.

"Yeah I Got A Interview With Mitch And Teva."

"Oh I Listen To Them On The Radio All The Time."

"Then I'm Suppose To Be Showing My Face At This Party, That You WILL Be Coming To."

"Oooh No."

"Yes."

"No, I Don't Even Have Party Clothing."

"And We Gone Get You Some."

"Michael No."

"It's Already Been Decided." He Said Cheesing.

I Threw A Strawberry At Him And It Hit Him In The Nose, He Threw It Straight Back And Hit Me In The Chin.

"And I See You Dressed Me For Bed." I Mention.

He Shrugged. "Figured You'd Appreciate It."

After Eating I Got Showered. I Put On Some Jeans, A White Tee And My Favorite Shoes, My Kylie Jenner Pumas. I Flat Ironed My Hair And Wore It Down With A Side Part.

I Went With Michael To His Radio Interview. It Was Interesting Watching Him. I Met His Agent Charles, Who Michael Calls Charlie. I Don't Think Charles Likes Me So Far. He Gives Me This Off Putting Look As If He Doesn't Want Me Here And Trust Me, I Know When People Don't Want Me Around. You Never Forget The Feeling. The Party Isn't Until 10 Tonight And Michael Says We Probably Won't Show Up Til 11:30. Yunno, Black People.

Michael Also Took Me Shopping For A Dress That He Just Insisted On Paying For. I Chose Something Cute But Cheap. I Really Don't Want Him Spending All This Money On Me. When We Got Home I Went Upstairs To Put The Dress Away. I Grabbed My Phone And Slipped Into My Back Pocket. It Was Going On 5. Michael Does All His Business In The Morning So That He Has The Rest Of His Day. Smart Man.