A New Kind Of Love//Book 2

Chapter Nine: Janet's Call

January 13th, 1994

Michael's POV

"Lord, what does she want?" I asked impatiently, Prince shifted uncomfortably by my side.

Antonio glanced down at his feet, all red in the face, "she didn't specify. Something about dinner I believe."

"I'll call her in the car." I huffed taking Prince's hand. The thought of the little phone that was built into the limo faded into my mind, it sat on the dark corner, its silver dile sparkling in the sunlight.

We barreled into the small, dissipated crowd. Only a few people hung around, smoking cigarettes or waiting with their cameras to get the perfect picture.

The cameras flashed and fluttered as a bodyguard opened the door to the car, almost shoving me in to make sure no reporter got any more shots of my swollen tummy.

Once we were seated I scrambled to the phone, pushing past Prince. He grunted in surprise, as I quickly diled Janet's number. The dile tone echoed through the speaker, she picked up after a milla-second of waiting.

Her voice was filled to the brim with anger and frustration, "You finally responded, damn!"

"What do you want? Today's been a little on the rough side." The car started, leaving the screaming crowd behind. Cameras flashed, people screamed and the tires screeched, leaving marks on the pavement.

"Oh no, what happened?" Janet inquired, messing with something on the other line.

"Janet, get to your point please." I growled, through gritted teeth. Prince bit his lip nervously, anticipating what would would come next.

"Oh yeah!" She gathered herself, "so, I'm dating someone, Marcus. And I thought it was a good idea to invite him to the dinner party tomorrow." What?

"Dinner party?" I turned to Prince before she could respond. Did you know about this? I mouthed, he shrugged and shook his head, continuing to stare out the window at the passing landscapes.

"Who set it up?" I pursued, she went silent for a second, very unlike Dunk.

Janet spoke up after a moment of quiet, "Latoya." She said sheepishly.

"You know she doesn't like me," my mind flicked back to the moment my dear sister called me slurs and beat my self-esteem into a pulp, "anyways, am I invited?"

"Yeah, you were on the invite. She probably just forgot to send it to you." She responded, I glanced down at my stomach; oh no.

"When is it?" I questioned, resting my head on Prince's shoulder. His hand strayed to my belly, rubbing it softly.

"Applehead, I already told you, tomorrow." Janet giggled; no, no, no the appointment's tomorrow!

"Crap Dunk. I have a doctor's appointment." I exclaimed, fiddling with the cord to the phone, it bounced off the receiver and against the leather seats.

"With what?" Oh my god! I tugged on the cord in frustration.

"The baby! Did you forget?" Prince jumped at my sudden burst of anger, he side eyed me as I glared indignantly out the window.

She gasped, "no! What time's the appointment?" He heard her yell that through the speaker, he whispered to me: "ten o' clock Mike." Knowing that I had no clue what time it was.

"Ten." I tiffed, linking my hand with Prince's to sooth some of the anger boiling up from inside of me.

Janet spoke slowly, the animosity in her voice ebbing away, "the party's at six. Will you be able to make it?" Hope shown through her voice.