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

∽Chapter 36∽

*Michael's Point Of View*

Waking up the very next morning after. night of love making is always a drag for me. Mostly because I might have work or have to wake to a fussy Jordyn. This morning is different because I am literally going against a clock. I don't know when I am due to return to rehabilitation, but I do know it's today. I hate that.

Slipping out of the comfort of her grip, I silently prepare myself for the day ahead. As much as I want to lay in bed with her today, I know I have a lot to work on before I leave again. Sliding on a pair of boxers and pajama pant, I grab my cellophane from the bed stand and write her a quick good morning letter.

I know this will only make it harder for her to watch me leave again, but I need her to know how much I love her and I need to remind her to stay strong. Ending with a nice signature, I quietly walk away heading out into the hall. Thank God the house is still silent, so I can peacefully get some business out of the way. My first call of business is to eat.

I swear love making is a work out; it also always leave me hungry for her or food. Ending my stomachs hunger pains, I stroll into the kitchen scanning it for something to eat. My eyes set on a nice bag of granola. Settling on the granola, I search the fridge for milk then make the two a beautiful duo.

As soon as I finish my silent prayer and ready myself to dig in, the kitchen door opens and in slips David. I pretend not to notice his presence,but it's hard with him staring hole into my chest. I still don't feel comfortable around him; especially with his sham marriage to Brandon. It makes the hairs on my neck stand in defense mode.

"Hey Michael...", He lulls. "It's Mister Jackson.", I correct him, still not looking his way. He chuckles mischievously. "Why are you so snappy? I did what you wanted. I married your son and left you alone.", He expresses nonchalantly. I inhale deeply, staring into my bowl of granola to calm my thoughts.

I want to knock whatever smirk is on his face, clean off. "You didn't do anything I said. Don't even say that like you did me a favor.", I spit, feeling my animosity for him grow. "Ooh someone's angry. I thought with the great sex you had last night you'd be nicer. Well I guess she didn't give it to you right huh?", He enthuses slyly. I quickly charge for him.

"Look you son of a bitch, If my wife or any of my children's name comes out of your mouth that way again, the next name you'll be calling is God, got it?", I bark, Stepping up to his face. He chuckles carelessly.

"You may be threatening me,but this is a total turn on. Tell me Michael, can you make me scream your name too?", He smirks, making a smooching sounds at me.

I swear I'm trying my best not to choke him. I quickly back away from him. "You're one sick son of a bitch... I want you out-",-"Before you go making drastic decisions, know that if I go, so will our secret and so will my mouth. I'll tell your little colleagues about your sham.", He threatens.

"First off, it was your decision to go along with the marriage and second, we have no secret.", I retort in disgust. His smirk widens. "Don't speak so soon sexy. Just know if you slip up, something might 'slip up' as well...", He concludes, exiting the kitchen in victory. I curse myself, slamming my fist into the fridge. I don't know what in the Hell to do with him. I don't know what he wants either.

The thing that worries me the most is Brandon. I feel so bad for him. To add misery to my frustration, my cellphone vibrates in my pocket. Lord knows I don't want to be bothered today, it just leads to more problems. I remove my cellphone from my pocket and unlock it.It's a message from Marcus:

*-Boss Man-

Hey Mike, Have you seen E! News lately?*

I sigh deeply, not even wanting to investigate. Yet if I don't find out now, I won't be able to deal with it later.