Desire

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Michael

"What are your reasons for not working with Tiana?" Taylor asked me as we walked into the elevator of the hotel I was staying in.

"I didn't like her attitude and I damn sure didn't like her dancing." I told him then walked inside the elevator as the doors opened, him following right behind with three other body guards. "Did you see how she came in? Wondering where she'd be in the film."

"Well—"

"Matter of fact, did you see when she walked into the place? I asked for no one to be able to come in. I don't care how big of a celebrity they are."

"I understand Mike, I wasn't at the door at the time and I take full responsibility for that—"

"Don't stress yourself out Taylor, it's not that big of a deal. At least it was her and not two million screaming fans." I sighed. the elevator doors opened and I stepped out, walking towards my room. Taylor quickly walked in front of me then unlocked the door and let me inside. I frowned at him as I walked by. He knows I don't like when he start doing simple things like opening doors. I'm only an artist, not handicap.

"Turn on the news." I told Taylor as I quickly walked into my room to change out of my suit. I put on some pajama pants and a white t shirt then walked back out the room. The television was set to the station I asked for.

"Here's pictures of model Tiana Rowland being thrown out of her lovely two story home!" The lady says. "Her home was taken away from her because of money issues."

"I heard she was in debt."

"She is Thomas! She is definitely in some serious debt. Model of the year sure isn't as rich as we thought she was."

"Disgusting." I shook my head.

"At least they aren't talking about you this time." Taylor says as he picks up today's newspaper and start reading over it.

"I know but they shouldn't be so concerned as to what she's dealing with in the privacy of her own home." I said. I started to feel really bad for how I treated her earlier. "I shouldn't have thrown her out like that."

"Come on Mike, don't go feeling sorry for her now." Taylor says as he pokes his head from out of the papers that covered the top half of his body. "She's been acting real snobby and now that she's getting what's coming to her you wanna feel sorry?"

"But—"

"Nuh uh, no buts!" He says then flips the page. The room fell awfully quiet. I peeped over at Taylor and he was already looking at me with squinting eyes. "You better not do what I think you're gonna do."

I gave him a goofy grin as I slowly stood up from my spot on the couch. "Michael..."

"Come on! The least I could do is arrange something to show her how sorry I am."

"If anything she should be apologizing to you for wasting your time and crashing your set!"

"But look how horrible I treated her..."