No More Games

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Sasha's Point Of View

"Wowww. . ." Kennedy admired me. "We did an amazing job. Girl, you look absolutely stunning."

"I'm trying to figure out how Michael managed to have this dress made to my body so perfectly." I smiled as I gazed at my reflection through the mirror. "He hasn't seen me in person for two weeks—"

"And you've been eating like a bear fresh out of hibernation." Lauren chuckled. "You look gorgeous. Michael is going to lose his mind when he sees you."

"You guys really did an astounding job with my hair and makeup. I love you guys." I opened my arms, motioning for a group hug. We hugged and before I could get emotional and start crying, I let go and grabbed my clutch.  "I should head downstairs now. It's 7:00 and I'm sure the driver is waiting for me outside."

When we all made it downstairs, the boys were just as awestruck as Kennedy and Lauren when they laid eyes on me.

"Sash, you look gorgeous." Shad gave me a warm hug.

"Yeah, sis, you look good." Trevor said. "Your dude did a good job with that dress. Mike got taste ."

"He does doesn't he?" I did a little twirl, letting my dress shimmer in the light. "How about you David? What do you think?"

"You look amazing." He smiled as he wrapped his arms around Kennedy.

"Where's Andre?" I asked Lauren.

"He's upstairs. He had a surprise conference call for work." Lauren shrugged.

Before I could answer, one of the maids came in to give me the news that my vehicle was here to take me to Michael.
I blew everyone kisses and they all wished me luck on my unforeseen night with Michael.

As the car took off to take me to the unknown place where my date awaits, I caught myself shedding a tear or two from the thought of Michael's and I relationship. From where it started to where we are now. This man has given me the worst and the best times of my life and he's someone I really wish I could've mold into being the perfect replica of my expectations but the harsh reality is that this "faultless" man that I forged in my mind and assumed would be Michael, does not exist. No individual human being is perfect but I do believe you can be perfect for and with someone. Like puzzle pieces, we connect and adapt to one another's flaws, helping each other be better versions of ourselves, creating our own perfect picture.

Michael is the love of my life and he will always be but I am torn between mixed emotions that are coming from my head and heart. Both my mind and my soul are screaming different messages at the same time, heavily confusing me. Are we really meant for each other? Is it not a sign that we shouldn't be together after he's stepped out of his commitment several times? If we get back together, aren't I risking bringing a baby into a world where the relationship between his or her parents is toxic?

While all these questions were running wild in my mind, I failed to realize that we had pulled into a location, which to me seemed very odd. It was a stadium. Shanghai Stadium.

The heck would we be doing here?

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Narrator's Point Of View

Meanwhile. . .

Back in LA, two men in an unmarked vehicle pull into Michael's front gate.

"You think he left behind anyone on the property?" The man in the passenger seat asked.

The second man, which is in the driver seat, grabbed his phone and dialed a number. "Boss said to call him back once we get here so I guess we'll know if there's anybody here."