A Million Way's To Love You™∽For All Time∽♥Book 5

∽Chapter 21∽

*Michael's Point Of View *

After finding what I needed, Bill, Rafael, and I took the kid's out for lunch. With Soho being quite a lively city, we had a hard time making a peaceful transition from a peaceful, quaint Mulberry Library to the bustling  Delicatessen restaurant. One of Soho's best family orientated of downtown. On the other hand, the transition was better than our procedure to fight off the pesky paparazzi; that hid behind nearby bushes.

I don't think I'll ever get used to the whole "Being watched by the entire state of California!", thing, as my father puts it. So to have to endure this in New York as well, just adds pain to my misery.  But of course I am learning to ignore it and continue on. "Alright, Who ordered the five piece chicken tenders with lightly salted fries?", Our bubbly, blonde waitress asks returning with a cart of different meals.  Dylan's hand takes no time for her to search for the owner of the order as it shoots up, waving desperately.

"over here miss! ", She giggles at the energetic Dylan before placing his plate in front of him. "Here you go handsome.", Dylan blushes. "Thank-you. Umm are you from Tennessee? ", He asks in a rather flirtatious tone. I chuckle, expecting instant rejection for my poor son. Instead the honey-blonde waiters let's our a small laugh as if she knew what was coming next. Flashing a smile, she replies in a terrible Texan drawl.

"Why no sir, I am from here, Born and raised.", Dylan stands up and walks over to her with a confident pep in his step. Taking her hand he searches the area of our two tables. "Are you sure? Because even if you aren't, You're the only ten I see.", He slowly pecks her hand. I can't even hold back my laughs right now. My little boy, charming women like a man. She blushes, holding her hand to her chest dramatically.

"My my, Aren't you quite the charmer? ", Dylan nods. "Yes I am. And if it's not too much, I would like to take you for milkshakes, My treat.",-"Dylan! Please stop hitting on our waitress I'm hungry! " , Jasmine complains. Dylan's cheeks turn a deep shade of red as he returned to his seat. The waitress gives him a small smile. "Well honey, If my boyfriend would allow me, I would love to. But I don't think that will happen.", She declines.

"Ha-ha! You just got rejected! Wow...Umm can I have my food please? ", Jasmine asks sweetly after her insult. We all join in with a few laughs as the waitress shook her head and passes out our order's. Within two minutes, the kid's and Rafael were moaning from the deliciousness of their meals while Bill and I talk of my newfound information. "Mike I really think you should just leave it. This can blow up in your face.", Bill warns, sipping at his tea. I roll my eyes.

"Bill this man lied about everything. His name isn't even Channing! I want to know why he lied.", Bill shakes his head in disappointment. "Okay, you're a grown ass man I get it. But that doesn't mean you do dumb ass thing's. ", He pushes onward. "Bill if thing's fall out of place, your salary says for you to pick up the pieces.",-"My salary also says for me to not interfere in my bosses personal life.", He huffs.

"Yet you still do it. Look, just have my back on this one, please?", He stares into his mug for a few long minutes. "Alright. I got your back but if this doesn't work out I'm going to personally kick your ass if he doesn't. ", I chuckle. "You wouldn't let him touch me.",-"Mhm...You know, I overheard Brandon and David talking about getting hitched next month.", I glance behind Bill, where Brandon, David, Jasmine and Dylan were sitting at the next table.

"I honestly almost forgot about that. I'm glad he isn't worried about the asshole tabloids. ", Bill glances up from his mug. "I think it does still bother him. But I'm happy he wants to go through with it anyways. ",-"Man it's crazy... ", I exhale, picking at my salad. "What's crazy?", Bill asks. I shrug. "I don't know. My son is getting married and the entire California will be on look out.", Bill stands up from his chair.