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

~Chapter 65~

*Michael's Point Of View*

Why can't the past stay in the past? Why can't I make one wrong decision and have it not back fire in me? Why me?

These questions are drilling my brain for answers as I recollect on what just happened.

I can't believe she kissed me. I don't even know at what point during that simple hug did she feel it was right to make such a move.

The second half of the questions are how am I going to tell Marilyn. How am I going to tell Marilyn that not only did the woman (she already hates) almost injure my children, but she also tried to make a move on me, again.

Knowing Marilyn, she'll never trust Evelyn and definitely wouldn't trust me being around her.

I don't need that. I want to be able to visit my children without having my wife watching over my shoulder angrily, waiting for Evelyn to try something. It's not fair to the twins.

I swore to never lie again, and unfortunately for me I have to keep that promise.

I hate this so much, I do. My life is overly complicated and for what, I just don't know.

"Mister Jackson you've been mighty quiet back there, are you okay?" Darrel asks, glancing at me through the rear view mirror.

I asked him to take me here since Bill hates Evelyn's guts and Rafael is on home watch duty while I'm out. Therefore, I'm left with my second biggest guy on my personal bodyguard team.

Sighing, I glance at my cellphone before answering.

"Yeah. I just... I just have a lot going on" I exasperate, removing my fedora.

"I see. Do you feel like talking? We don't have to, it's just a long ride home so..." He offers, trailing off as he makes another turn.

I place my fedora on the right side of me and glance back at him.

"I guess I don't mind. Well, I am stressed about this could be biggest jump in my career as a producer, I'm trying to balance two different families, and I'm trying to get myself together as well. I actually have to start house hunting again... Damn" I shake my head, remembering all of my daily troubles.

"Sounds like boss man needs a vacation. You should see about making that happen" Darrel suggests.

"Oh yeah a vacations sounds wonderful with a almost two months pregnant wife, a out of control two year old, an ADHD evolved thirteen year old, twins, and a still very scarred fourteen year old. How does a vacation sound now? Pfft, I need to make sure my family is at peace first" I stress.

He nods, remaining silent for a few moments.

"Mister Jackson I don't mean to pry, but I think a vacation is in order. You are going to drive yourself crazy. Being a little selfish won't hurt you. Plus, you and Marilyn can go to a beach and do crazy things in the sand or in the water, whatever your preference. Ha-ha" He chuckles, stopping at a red light.

I chuckle along with him. The man is surprisingly funny.

"I wouldn't know where to go anyways. I can't go too far because of our baby, plus work is always there and-"

"Florida, visit mother Burgess and Mister Patrick or... You can always plan a safe out of state vacation, I recommend Europe, it's beautiful I've heard. Plus, Misses jackson is turning thirty-nine. Think about it boss man" He suggest, winking at me through the rearview mirror.

I silently contemplate what he just said.

He's right. Marilyn's birthday is in a couple of weeks (really a month), which gives me time to plan the perfect get away. The biggest problem with that, is actually getting away.