My window creaked open somehow. I nearly quivered at the touch of iced air nearly plunging onto my exposed arms. Before I could even turn around in fear, the window suddenly fastened back. Unfamiliar footsteps and the unzipping of a jacket drifted toward my own reddening and cold ears. Shoes of some variety even plopped onto the floor. I didn't entirely feel when another presence reached this bedroom until different weight shifted onto the covered but untidy mattress.
As soon as I turned over to lay on my stomach, the person beside me chuckled to herself. Through the dimmed lighting of this bedroom, I recognized my favorite person. My baby. My sweetheart. The only woman who could make my power around other individuals completely disappear. Mo-Mo. She flicked on the nearest light switch just before drooping into my arms. While her perfectly curled hair fell onto my unclothed and nearly bearded chest. These shared embraces always calmed me in one way or another.
This woman laughed into my body now. I peered down and nearly held her like a child. During this sweet moment, I even leaned for a kiss when she finally glanced up to stare into my eyes. Once my lips somehow pulled away, I jokingly frowned. Another soft giggle escaped my lips when I suddenly remembered that she would always sneak through this same window not too long ago. I'd quickly guessed that old habits would never change anyway.
"What are you doing here?" I finally asked. Monty almost crawled toward the left side of this bed to open our personal space and gazed at me through her favorite squared glass. Even though this poor lighting, I knew she'd worn a sweat and jeans. Cold weather never upset this woman. Always prepared to say the least.
We both looked one another from the little space between messy covers on this bed and soon blushed. Thankfully, it wasn't long before she finally responded. I'd already reached to lay a pillow underneath my stomach. Whether on-phone or face to face, our late-night talks usually persisted for the longest times. There was no regret for either one of us.
"Well, I've taken off for a few days and flew from New Jersey after visiting Mom." Monty even reached over to somehow grab my free hand. I nearly blushed for a second time. Sometimes, this woman was just too adorable for her own good. As I've said, I just didn't deserve Mo given everything we'd been through. Two years later, she was still here and cared for me. How?
"Okay. Well, you're more than welcome to stay here. I've got a show tomorrow night. Wanna tag along?" I laughed to myself. It had been quite a while since everyone else in the band met with my lady anyway. I could only imagine what kind of fun hell would rise thanks to her and that now extended family.
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Another First Avenue concert ended perfectly. Monty dressed to impress as usual and I honestly couldn't wait to possibly give her a deserving child. Just as we kissed genuinely backstage, someone pounded three knocks onto the door. I didn't know what to think and regrettably pulled away from our kiss before standing. The hasty knocks returned and I paced my stomping heels forward.
"What the hell!" I shouted at Big Chick out of nowhere. He just stepped backwards and my heart dropped. Well-known entertainment manager Frank Dileo and celebrity security leader Bill Bray had shown up for whatever reason. Even Monty stood to shake hands with both Suddenly, I couldn't exactly feel pleased anymore.
Michael.
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I could've easily punched this guy in the face. Why the hell would Michael Jackson travel here of all places. As far as I knew, Michael and I didn't even plan to collaborate. I'd already continued expanding my own career and a new album would arrive for the public very soon. Even a movie. On the other hand, Michael planned on touring with his brothers one final time. At least from what I'd heard among different circles.
"What are you doing here?" I hissed right back. Meanwhile, Monty revealed articulate but outraged French. My woman learned the otherwise dazzling verbiage throughout high school and even voyaged to Paris every so often now. If she used a completely different language when fuming, we were all screwed. We'd all usually plead for her to switch back into English, but nothing worked. I'd even met a few slaps during our time together and Monty would stomp away while still zipping through dialogue I couldn't even understand.
Just when I thought Big Chick would lift kicking Mo out of the dressing room, Michael spoke up. Big Chick and Monty quarreled for a few seconds, but I completely understood. While my baby folded both arms in a nearby chair, Big Chick shook his head. Thankfully, it wasn't even long before he left the three of us alone now.
I still fought back my own urges to punch Mike all over again. As my heels stomped toward Michael, Monty still grumbled in French. I'd turned out her angry but whispered voice. Michael had already sat down in one more chair and I continued pacing regardless of the limited space in this slightly hazed and disorganized room.
"What is she doing, Prince? Can you even understand Brenda right now?" Michael yanked off his sunglasses and pointed toward Monty. A smug expression reached his face. My own face scrunched up before long and I couldn't help pacing once more. My heart raced throughout nothing short of anger.
"No. Just understand that you've pissed off both of us. What are you even doing here? Did you buy a ticket just to find me? Why are you even in my house? I thought you were supposed to rehearse for a tour with your brothers." I admitted truth via clenched teeth and tossed out both hands. I wouldn't even be surprised if Monty stepped right out of here to smoke outside. Stressful times had the only occasions where I understood the self-inflicted damage to her own gorgeous body.
"I could really care less about you, Prince. The only reason why I flew over here is because she doesn't answer phone calls. I thought something was wrong." Michael stood with folded arms who Monty had finally stopped ranting in French and I walked toward my baby with shaking head. Disappointed with this whole ordeal, I knelt and reached outward to hold both of her delicate hands, kissing knuckles. Monty dropped her mane of curls in total silence.
"Get him out of here." Monty whispered in my ear. I nodded while caressing her dimple. My lips gently pecked the top of her head and my body stood before long. Not even seconds later, I summoned for Big Chick and other bodyguards to escort Michael out.
Bill Bray and Frank Dileo yelled through malice, but I quickly apologized with respect. I soon poked out my head regardless of the madness. My eyes noticed Monty marching alongside Lisa (Coleman) in the hallway. Most likely, they'd plan on smoking outdoors. Michael yelled through rage when the bodyguards held onto his arms. I almost snickered to myself.
Goodbye you arrogant bastard. Even I knew better than Michael at this point
