Going Crazy for love....... (final Chapter)

People hustled around the conference room trying to make sure everything was perfect before the boss came in. The very large table was set with drinks, a few snacks and pens with matching folders.  The slam of the heavy oak doors had everyone jumping, but instead of the big boss, a young secretary stuck her head in and squealed. "Carin Taye is here! She said excitedly.

Everyone tensed up, Carin was the Boss's right hand woman, she was very by the book, and hard to please. She made sure things were to his liking and if she was not happy, jobs were on the line. A moment later, her severe face was pushing into the large air conditioned room making it feel much smaller, and warmer. Her face seemed colder than usual. She wore a bright red cape thrown precariously over one shoulder, and her expensive clothes looked tailored to fit her generous frame.

She surveyed the room and then walked staunchly to the front of the large enormous table. Her eyes raked over all 25 ppl in the room. "Who the hell let those damn groupies sneak into MJ's hotel last night? she demanded.  Everyone squirmed, but no one said anything.

"I WILL fire Yall!" she snapped.  "uh... Ms Taye" Tracey,  the office girl looked small and helpless. "What?"  Carin snapped.  "uh... Jerry was in charge of that detail last night, ' He was supposed to make sure the rooms were clear!"    Jerry's mouth dropped open. He turned and glared at the girl so hard, some ppl thought he might actually hit her. She turned away as Carin's eyes raked over Jerry. "I'll talk to you in my office Jerry-" She did not get a chance to finish before the door swung open and a very pretty white girl walked in. She had a confident air about her as she swung her long blondish hair, and strode confidently past Carin. Mya, as assistaent in the office, recognized her as Lita Mari Preston. She was a model and the daughter of the famous Eli Preston. A rock and roll Icon. She was supposed to do a video shoot with MJ. It was supposed to be a very sexy video, and word was that his fiancé Diana, was NOT happy about it.  

Carin glanced at her but dare not say anything, she was outranked and she knew it. Lita was on great terms with MJ's mom Katherine, and she had personally recommended her to be his protege. Since then, she had done nothing but make every damn thing about her, and try to make the press think she and MJ were having an affair. Carin slid into a seat and tried to avoid Lita's smug face. Lita moved to the front of the table and clapped her over privileged hands. " So Mikey and I were talking about this shoot, and my ppl think it would work best if I were naked! She waited for the gasps to cool down. Mya turned away so she would not see the irritation on her face. She didn't want to lose her job, but she could not stand Lita mari!!! She was spoiled, selfish and sneaky. And besides, everyone knew she was hellbent on stealing Michael from Diana. She wasn't exactly subtle about it..  Mya sighed a bit too loudly. Lita threw back her hair and let her blue eyes slide over Mya. Mya felt like she was being sized up by a shark. She could feel Lita's venom. She was looking to start something, as usual. The girl was nothing but trouble.  "

Do you have a problem with me? " Lita asked in a high, easily irritated voice. " um... No " Mya mumbled.

" well if you do, there's the door!"  She finished, with a shake of her thick hair.   " Now, let's talk about mmmmmmyyyyyyyy video!" She instructed.  As usual the only thing on LM's mind was herself. They reluctantly  began to give ideas about the shoot, but no one thought the naked angle was good except Lita.  There was nothing she liked more than Attention. She turned the whole meeting into a personal feedback session for herself. Carin was beyond irritated. She planned to talk to MJ about allowing her in these meetings.
After all, there was no REAL reason for her to be here.  But here she was loving the attention the entire staff was being FORCED to give her. Just because she was an alleged friend of MJ's and was in good with his mother.  Mya scrunched up her face and glared at Lita's back. 'GAWD! "  'I'm so tired of hearing her talk! ' she thought irritably.

The clang of the heavy doors interrupted Lita, and the next second, Lita was completely forgotten. Michael walked in wearing a dark blue suit that probably cost more than Mya made in a month, maybe two.  His long dark hair was tired behind his gorgeous head. He looked tall, and handsome, and happier than Mya had seen him look in ages. One arm was behind him, pulling a sickly looking Diana into the room. He shooed the first man he saw out of the seat and gently pushed Diana into it. One look at her slightly greenish face, and Mya KNEW she was pregnant. Michael was fluttering around her making sure she was given water, and explaining to everyone that he couldn't stay long because they thought Di had the flu. Several ppl gathered around to feel her head, and make her comfortable. But when she laid her head helplessly on MJ's chest, he wrapped his arms around her, and immediately told everyone to get back. He instinctively knew she wanted some air.  Lita's face grew irritated at all the attention di was getting. She pursed her lips and cocked her head to the side glancing at MJ softly. " I could use some water too." She murmured, watching him holding the water bottle gently to Diana's lips. Michael ignored her, but Several nearby women glanced at Lita in disgust, but said nothing.  However, everyone seemed to be thinking the same thing. 'What the hell was she doing? The man was practically married, and most of the women here, could guess what was wrong with his fiancé!
Lita ignored them, instead she kept  eyeing MJ' longingly. She smiled up into his handsome face, But  he barely acknowledged her, because he was completely preoccupied with his soon to be wife. Then, Di tugged on his sleeve and he bent low to hear her. Minutes later, he was helping her to the wash room, Mya could hear her struggling to hold down her breakfast,  until she could make it to the ladies room, but Mya didn't think she'd make it....
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MJ was in the limo, holding a semi sleeping fiance close to his chest on his left side, and telling the voice activated dialer to call his mom.  He was carefully trying not to awaken a sleepy irritated Diana.   He was so excited he almost couldn't breathe. His mom picked up on the 3rd ring. "Michael!" she breathed into the phone. ..."uh mother.. can you do us a favor and move the wedding up, we kind of need to get married a little faster!" he said, as calmly as his excited  voice would allow.  His mom was quiet for exactly 3 seconds like she was letting it sink in. Then she let out a  happy scream!  "Oh my God- She's pregnant?" MJ laughed happily.  "Yes, mother -"But can you keep it down. "My baby's trying to sleep!  He leaned down and kissed di's soft brown cheek.  "Can you help us out?"  "Oh my God!! " Oh my God"  Kate Jackson squealed excitedly. She had forgotten, she never liked Diana. She was talking excitedly. " Yes, I can get the planner to move it up.. And Michael what colors does she want?" "Do you know? She was so excited, she couldn't slow down. A baby!" she was so happy, she was laughing and talking too fast for anyone to understand.  She had to stop and pinch herself. " a baby.. what a blessing this would be.. a baby! She turned back to the phone  Michael when is she due?  How far along is she? Does her family know?"  Michael was laughing as he tried to answer all  her questions but finally he had to promise his mom he'd talk to her soon, and hung up. He'd give her a little time to let it sink in and calm down, cuz she was wayyy to hype to talk right now...

Before he could even get the line cleared, the phone rang. He picked up, to hear his brother's voice. "Hey Man, I heard the news! Congratulations!"  Mike was shocked.  "But... I just told mother-"  - "Yeah", marlon laughed.  " And she sent us a text msg while you guys were talking!" Michael laughed. His mom was something else.  "Listen, " Marlin was saying.
"You know I got married in DR. and it only took about 15-20 minutes and I just had my assistant find a magistrate, and book a room for us, and had it done right at the hotel! I had everything done in about 1 day and flew back home! The magistrate even came to the hotel and I didn't even have to put on a suit. I just wore everyday clothes. I still have the guy's card if you want me to have my ppl call him for you?"
Michael laughed so hard he was doubled over.  "Man, you got jokes today!" He managed to get out between peals of laughter.   "Whadaya mean?" Marlon sounded confused.  "What's so funny?" 
Michael stopped laughing, and wiped his eyes. "Man I WOULD NEVER TAKE MY GORGEOUS, BEAUTIFUL, LOVE OF MY LIFE WIFE  TO BE, DOWN TO A 3RD WORLD COUNTRY AND MARRY HER IN SOME CHEAP TACKY, HOTEL ROOM!!!
We're going to get married fast, but it's still going to to a multi-million dollar event!!! Nothing cheap and tacky like you had! You only had that horrific wedding because you didn't want that girl. Yall barely lasted a year as I recall"   This is the love of my life, I would NEVER give her that cheap, tacky Ghetto wedding!!"
Marlon chuckled. " Yeah... I guess you're right. I really didn't want her, but she was pregnant, and Mother was on my back so badly I just did it... You're right, I never would have married Michele like that. We had a really nice wedding.."  "Exactly!"   MJ finished.  "I'm gonna give my baby a gorgeous wedding, but they're going to have to work fast!" But a tacky 3rd world county, hotel room 15 minute wedding is out! I'm going to give my baby the best of everything!" "Alright, alright, I get the picture" his brother laughed. "Tell ya what, I'll call mother and see how the plans are going and who she found, and I'll call ya back"
"Yeah man, that would be a big help- thanks"  "Love you man, call me back after you talk to mother..." They said their goodbyes and hung up.  Michael turned back to his lovely wife to be.

She was sleeping more soundly now, He wrapped a warm blanket around her against the air conditioned cold of the Limo. He couldn't help but stare at her. She was so beautiful! She was his dream for so long, He had filled his journals with dreams of marrying her and her carrying his children. Everyone said he'd had no chance. That he was just a kid, but he'd known even then that she was his soul mate, and that they were meant to be, and so he'd kept fighting...
 And now, he was holding his sleeping fiancé tight, wondering what he'd done to  deserve this much happiness in life... Diana squeezed his hand, and he looked down at her lovingly, and leaned in to kiss her beautiful face. She smiled in her sleep. She wished she could be as excited as MJ, but it felt like the baby was taking all of her energy. The doctor had already said she'd have to take Iron pills. And she knew he was right. She was so tired she couldn't even remember if she'd told her mom or not.. Oh well,.. she thought sleepily. Let Michael tell them, he was running his mouth to everyone else, he could tell them too. She was aware of Michael grinning at her and tucking a blanket protectively around her, as he rained kisses on her cheek. But then she was off in a nice dream with a  cute little boy who looked a lot like Michael, nipping at her heels, and crying for her attention, hmmmm just like your daddy' she thought, cozily. 'He was always crying for my attention too....


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Mike sat at his customized oversized desk, and calmly watched the men around him.
"Mr Jackson, you have to understand, if you bid on the beagles it will only serve to drive up the price. The estate will NEVER sell the catalog to you! They feel the catalog should go to one of the surviving beagles." Mike's right hand man frank, was puffing angrily on a cigar.
MJ could tell he was agitated because of the intense amount of smoke he was sending up.

"So what the hell are you saying? " Frank finally snapped. "Is the auction open to everyone or not? "   "Well, I'm afraid it's a bit more complicated than that."   Tom Peters answered carefully. He wasn't about to tell MJ that the Estate did NOT want a black man to own the rights to the beagles, but that's pretty much what it amounted to. They were vehemently opposed, in fact.
But for some reason, he kept feeling like MJ already knew this... He knew he was a very very shrewd man. So Tom had very carefully couched the real reason for their objection. Nah, he reassured himself. He'll never figure it out... "This is NOT a hard question,"  Frank was pressing forward. "Either this auction is open to everyone or it's fucking not! -So which is it?"

"Well of course it's not open to EVERYONE!" Bill smith interjected. " Ya gotta have a net worth above 100mil just to bid!" "Very few ppl in this town are even eligible, but we wanted to know if you plan to bid. We know you and Paul McCarther are friends." "We just wanted you to know, no hard feelings but we all feel it would be better if you did not bid.."

Mike nodded.  But Frank, his face flushed with anger, jumped to his feet. But MJ motioned for him to sit back down. Frank reluctantly did so, looking puzzled.  Michael leaned back in the customized black leather seat and steepled his hands. He was nodding thoughtfully, and gazing out of the plate glass window at the expanse of the city below.
"Gentlemen," he said finally. Turning toward them slowly. They all came to attention, and waited. "I appreciate you all coming out today, however, there is no need for the Estate or anyone else to get into a tizzy. I have no intentions on bidding on the beagles. "
There was a collective gasp, followed by several smiles of relief.   "Are ... are you sure? I have it on good authority that you definitely plan to throw your bid into the ring"
Michael smiled assuringly. " Yes, I had considered it, but decided to pass in the name of more viable investments. "" Now, if you'll all excuse me, I have a date with a Goddess"

They all began to happily filter out of the room. Frank, and Gram, MJ's head men, lagged behind trying to understand what MJ was up to, but he shooed them out as well...  Mike looked too calm, almost amused,  and as soon as they were gone, he picked up his phone and made a few important calls....

Outside Tom Peters, and Bill Smith congratulated each other.  Ben Carter, and Mike dougs soon joined them. "So he went for it? " Ben asked.  "Better n that!' Bill answered.  "He said he had NO intentions of bidding anyway, so you can call paul and tell him to "S kay to bid, he's gonna win! Aint nobody else round these parts got 60 mil t'spare"  Tom raised his glass in a mock toast. " yeah, I think we outsmarted his moonwalkin ass!"  They laughed as they piled into their cars, congratulating each other on a job well done....

Di sighed as she looked out the limo window toward the elegant restaurant. She'd gained 40lbs with the pregnancy. Her back was killing her, her breasts hurt, the baby (obviously a boy because he kicked way too hard to be a girl) seemed like he was trying to kick his way out! She wasn't quite 8 months, and she didn't think she could take much more. MJ was talking about the food at L'fountain and how much she's love it, and she just wanted to cry. She turned her head and bit her lip to keep the tears at bay. Michael seemed to sense her mood, and leaned in closer. "Baby, what's wrong?"  Di bit her lip harder, but it didn't help. the tears began to escape. " I...I hurt..this baby keeps kicking me! My back ...everything just hurts!- and I really don't want to go into that damn restaurant!" Michael pulled her close,  ignoring her outburst. He knew some women really took to pregnancy, and some could not stand it. It was pretty obvious which group his wife fell into!  You know, I've been told many times I have healing hands you know that" He began to lean his wife back so he could give her a brief massage.

"Yeah right Michael!" Di scoffed.  She had heard that several times, that he had healing hands, but never paid that any mind. She didn't believe in that he had healing hands  anymore than she believed in the Easter bunny.
But the next second Michael was holding her close running his large hands over her big belly and talking quietly to the baby. Unbelievably the baby seemed to settle down almost immediately, and the pain in her back was fading as well. Di looked up at him shocked, but he wasn't finished. Leaning her back, he pulled the maternity dress down her body, and gently unhooked her front hooking bra. He ever so gently caressed her milk filled breasts until the pain was completely gone and a slow fire was taking it's place.  He kissed her mouth, then moving down took an engorged breast, and sucked it gently and then the other.  He could feel her heart quicken, and begin to race. Her cheeks flushed, and her lower body was moving back and forth on it's own. Taking one look at her aroused face,  Mike knew better than to hesitate, he reached down, and  hit the intercom button, and told Big John to head to their cabin stat.  It was a secluded bungalow  built to suit with all the luxuries, and  amenities, of modern life, while still feeling rustic, and cosy.

There he laid his wife on the antique wooden bed and carefully removed her clothes. Di was panting, but hand was moving to her mouth nervously, she was trying to quell her nerves,  it had been almost 2 months for them because they were both afraid of hurting the baby, and Mike was likely to be... forceful, and she was a bit scared. She put her hand up as if to fend him off, but he easily pressed it to the bed, and lowered himself on top of her... He was trying to force himself to go slow, but what he really wanted, was to rip her clothes off and ravish her. God, she was sooooo beautiful, and it had been sooo long since he'd made love to is wife,  It felt like forever. He reached down and ripped the pretty maternity dress from her body, ignoring her protests.   He quickly removed her panties, and, after she was fully naked, he shoved a large pillow under her rear to make her sexual equipment more accessible. Di nervously pulled her leg shut, she was never one who was comfortable being naked at all, despite having a damn near perfect body. But it had been too long, and Michael had no intentions of accommodating her nonsense tonight.  He grasped her ankles and yanked her slim legs back open. Di shrieked in protest, and began to cry as Michael none too gently. shoved his hardness inside of her. He felt bad because he knew he was quite large, but animal instinct, and need for her, drove him to lift her up by her round ass, and slam into her with abandon, and lust. In moments she went from crying to begging him to stop, then to trying to pull away, and escape. Michael held his wife tight, and stroked her deeply, but carefully, so as not to hurt his son. Di was making low crying noises, and complaining that his dick was hurting her, but her cries were lessening. He wiped the tears from her beautiful cheeks and replaced them with soft kisses. Then, the sweet surrender came, He could feel exactly when her body began to yield, he felt her womanhood open like a flower, he watched her head fall back in ecstasy, as he deep stroked her pussy. Far, far too soon,  Much too soon, her body was erupting into the most intense orgasm, he'd even seen, and felt her have. He stroked her again and again prolonging her orgasm until she nearly fainted. Finally, They exploded together on the wings of ecstasy, and  glided back to earth in each other's arms.  Mike began to softly sing ' Girl, close your eyes, let that Rhythm get into you... don't try to fight it, there ain't nothin that you can dooooo....

Diana stopped him. " Is that about making love? " she asked in wonderment. he nodded. nuzzling her neck  " Yeah, I wrote it for you back when I was dreaming every damn day of rocking you in my bed, knowing I had no chance, but dreaming about it anyway..." " But, why didn't you have a chance? " She asked solemnly. " Because "He cocked his head to the side   And smiled at her tolerantly. "Everyone knows Mere Mortals are not supposed to be with Goddesses!" He said it so seriously, that his wife threw her head back and laughed hard. " ok baby.. well back to the song"-  it says let the Rhythm get into you so I thought it was about dancing" She said in amazement. " baby, he whispered softly. " What did you think the RHYTHM was?"  And why did you think it said 'don't try to fight it, there ain't nothin that you can do..  Don't you always try to fight me off when I'm trying to make love?"   Diana shook  her head like she'd been in a stupor " Oh..I guess I do... I never realized-!"  "You probably didn't realize they are all for you either, did you?" He kissed her soft lips as he talked. "You probably didn't even realize Invincible was for you because I had to fight so long and hard to get to you_ and it just felt like you were invincible, to me no matter how I begged!" 

Diana giggled, " well I kinda guessed that one because you did work so hard on me, and, well, you  always stared at me all the time..."
" Well, why wouldn't I stare? " Michael bit his lip, and smiled softly. " you were always the most beautiful thing ever!"
Diana blushed, and snuggled deeper into her husband's arms. "how long did you wait for me?" She asked quietly.    MJ thought a second    " about 15 years,!" He looked at her sideways, "But if I had to do it again, I'd let your ass go! Too many other women out there!" He dodged the punch she threw at him, and yanked her back into his arms   Di drew her breath in sharp as he kissed her nose, and ran soft kisses over her neck. then came around and pulled her closer still. "I'm just playin" He joked. " I'd wait all over again" " I love you " she giggled knowing he was going to say it, and wanting to beat him to it. "MJ chuckled. " I love you more girl. " But more than what? " Di asked.   Michael thought a second. then said solemnly. "More than anything or anyone- Got cha!, now go to sleep..." He wrapped his arms around her tightly, so he could listen to the sound of her heartbeat. Funny, he thought to himself ' I've heard some of the most beautiful music in the world, sometimes I've even been a part of making it, but never have I heard anything as beautiful as the sound of this woman's heartbeat, and the little heart beating beneath hers...' Truly I'm a blessed man...


Tom Peters, Bill Smith, Ben Carson, and a few others, all rounded the hallway of the luxury building in anger. Bill's mouth was set in a firm line, and  Mike Dougs looked ready to kill.  They entered the lobby of MJJ Incorporated, and Carson demanded to see Michael.
 The secretary, a youngish nervous looking girl, looked at their angry faces with wide eyes.
"Uh... is Mr Jackson expecting you? "    " He certainly should be!"  Bill Smith snapped.
The girl grabbed the phone like it was a lifeline and spoke quietly into it. When she hung up, relief was palpable in her face. " Mr Jackson says 'go right in..."
All 5 of them did just that, they stormed into Michael's inner sanctum and encircled his round custom made desk. Michael leaned back, seemingly unconcerned.  " Ah... what can WE do for you gentlemen? today" He asked. evenly.  At the emphasis on We they all looked around to only notice for the first time that several burly body guard incl. Big john, and Mark were standing by the far wall. as if on guard duty.
Bill did not let that deter him. " You son of a bitch!! You said you wasn't gonna buy the catalog to the beagles and you did! McCarther told us you used a shell corporation to secure the rights and wired the money from a shell acct and then had the rights transferred to Jackson holdings!!!"  Michael leaned back and nodded.  " Indeed I did"  He agreed. Mike Dougs could not stay quiet any longer. " BUT YOU PROMISED YOU WASN'T GONNA BID!!!''  He stormed back at MJ. Michael pushed away from the desk and stood up to his full 6 ft.
" I did NOT say I wouldn't buy it, I said I wouldn't bid, and I didn't.  I bought it from a shell corp after getting them to agree to buy it on my behalf and giving them 1 million dollars profit to act as an agent on my behalf.  And since they have religious affiliation, they were able to secure the merchandise at a 25% discount, allowing me to acquire it for less than market value. A mere 40 million dollars! The best deal in town!"
"Why,  you son of a bitch!! "  Bill screamed. " You stole that catalog from Paul Mc Carther's family!  What kind of friend are you? 
"He had ample oppty to buy it, if he wanted it" Michael snapped.   " He was just being cheap!" " You think I don't know you didn't want a black man to own it?" Bill's face paled.
Michael's eyes narrowed. " Of course I fucking knew that!  Yall underestimate me again and again. Didn't the art of war teach you anything??"
"Ya stole it!"  Mike Dougs thundered.  "You're a theif and-"    Michael leaned intently into his face. "I'm a businessman" He said slowly. " I'm looking out for the interests of MY family, my beautiful wife, MY son, and everything I do, is going to be in THEIR best interests _ NOT YOURS! "  Now, good day gentlemen, consider this a teaching lesson, and next time don't underestimate your opponent" Bill  started to say something else, but he was roughly grabbed by a burly guard, and shoved through the door along with the rest of his group.....


10 minutes later, Lita walked into his office in an alluring white pantsuit.
She was smiling coquettishly.  " Ah.. Micheal I wanted to talk about our video"
Mike sighed. When was this girl gonna get it through her head, that he was NOT interested?
" the video is done lita, what do you want to talk about?"   His voice sounded distinctly bored.
"Oh well, I was wondering was your wife upset because I was naked?" She giggled. "I mean...
"No." he cut her off.  " She knows I love her more than anything in this world, she's not worried about silly videos. She's focused on bringing our son into the world safely"
Lita's face hardened.  " Well, I just thought_ "   "I know what you thought!" He cut her off again. "but don't worry, my wife and I could not be closer, so I ' don't want you worrying your pretty little head about us fighting over that meaningless video ok?" 
"oh...uh ok yeah" Lita tried to smile but it came off more as a grimace.  He actually thought she DIDN'T want to them to fight! 'I WANT them to fight! She thought angrily. 'He's  so damn naive, he's gonna be mine, he just doesn't know it yet!

What the hell is wrong with her? MJ thought, quietly.  Doe's she really think  I don't know that she's here to start some shit! She needs to go!  He thought wryly.  He was about to tell her to go when his emergency cell phone began to ring! 
Michael was already grabbing his jacket before the ring could finish. He grabbed the phone with one hand while closing his briefcase with the other. " Yeah, Tell her, -I love her and I'm on my way"  He turned toward the door, but Lita jumped in front of him. " uh... I just wondered when we could do another skin flick..I... mean video! " Michael gazed at her for a full second. She was not fooling him in the least. And he didn't give a damn what the record company said. This girl was toxic, and he had NO intentions of letting her anywhere near he or his family again.
"Our dealings are done lita" He answered clearly.  "You won't be in ANY more of my videos in the future, " "But good luck on your music career"  with that, he was gone.  Lita stood there for about 10 minutes  in stunned silence,  before taking her satin panties from her purse, and slipping them back on.....


Diana was moaning into her sister's arms. Her body wracked by pain and exhaustion.  "Where is he? " She gasped. Barbara held her little sister and cooled her forehead with the washcloth. It seemed so trite and useless, but she was trying to distract her, and couldn't' think of anything else. " he'll be here honey, don't worry"
The doctor moved to her side " Ms Jackson, we're going to have to move you to the birthing room. I'm afraid we've waited as long as we dare. the baby's heart rate is dropping"
Diana began to cry big racking sobs. What if he didn't make it? She didn't want to have this baby alone! Yes, there was tons of family, but where was her husband? They secured her in the bed and moved it into the BR. She felt blinded by lights, She was holding on to her sister, who was on her left, for dear life. She was squeezing her hand so hard, poor Barbara was grimacing in pain, but she never tried to pull away. No sooner had the prepped Diana, when   A huge contraction hit, and took her breath away. Diana clutched her stomach in agony and  screamed. Then someone was on her right. A very large hand grabbed hers and the pain seemed to subside right away. She looked up into the beautiful brown eyes of her husband. "Baby!" she breathed. He was rubbing her hand, and pulling it to his mouth, where he kissed it gently. " Didn't I tell you I had healing hands" Di nodded through her tears. "well when that pain hits, you just give it to me ok?" " Okay," she breathed, as he leaned in to kiss and comfort her. Barbara backed off so Di could wrap both arms around her husband. Their love seemed to  and glow with a life of it's own. Even the nurses kept commenting on how adorable they looked together. And how they could feel how strong their love was. It almost seemed to be a living thing! Soon, the only sound was the doctor telling di to push, and the sound of her labored breathing, as she struggled to give birth. But less than an hour later, a very quiet baby was being delivered. But he was too quiet! Everyone stopped and stared and then the only sound was his terrified mother sobbing. The doctor hurriedly placed him on the baby bed and began chest compressions but his little body was not responding. Barbara heard someone scream and realized it was coming from her.  Time was running out, and they could not get him to breathe!  Time seemed to standstill as MJ left his wife's side  and held out his arms for the baby.  "please let me try" He told the doctor.  Doctor kline shook his head no, " Give him to me! "  Michael demanded,  and this time, he was NOT asking.   The doctor in his confused, and horrified state,  handed him over, and MJ snatched the baby from his desperate  arms.   " Come on Son!' He whispered, as he turned him over and began to gently pound his back.   "We've been waiting for you, and it'll kill your mom if you dont' stay."   Come on-  Son, you are staying! " he said to the baby forcefully. He hit the baby's back with one hard blow, and the baby began to cough and sputter and finally scream in angry protest. Diana's head fell back in sagging relief
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A few  hours later, Barbara was taking pictures of the very happy, very relieved family and she caught one picture of the baby who had been named Prince Michael Jackson the 2nd. looking at his father as he was trying to figure out what kind of human being he was. Barbara leaned in and whispered in the baby's ear. 'When you figure it out let us know, we've all wondered for years if he's human or an earth angel..." Little Michael looked at his aunt, and she could swear she heard him thinking ' Ur right Aunti.. daddys  shumtim speciel!'... Diana wrapped her new son in the expensive handmade blanket and pulled him to her breast. Michael was staring at his son like he couldn't believe it happened. Diana glanced up at him. " He's so beautiful, he doesn't seem real huh" Tears were dripping from Michael's eyes. " None of this was supposed to happen,"  he murmured.  Shaking his head in disbelief.  "I wasn't supposed to have a chance with you, or even get you on a date,"- and now!   "You're my WIFE, and this is MY SON!" He buried his head into her breasts holding her and his son close. They both cried. But they were happy cleansing tears. Di grasped his face and forced him to look at her. " I'm not Invincible Mike, but you know what is?  Our Love is, and no matter what I'm going to be there- ok?" He nodded though his tears. knowing he'd finally found the love, he'd been searching for all his life...

Going crazy for love .........over you PART 2!!!

The next few months were hell on 

Michael. He called Diana repeatedly but she didn't answer. Michael cried himself to sleep too many nights to count waiting to hear from her. Her msg machine was filled with his apologies, and still she did not call. Michael was  beside himself with sorrow, and beginning to lose hope. 
They were supposed to start shooting the Wizard soon, and He was also supposed to do a benefit concert to raise money for one of her charities. He knew his being there could be the difference between raising 50 million or 300 million!! There was a LOT at stake, but he couldn't think of that right now. He missed her so badly, it was almost a physical ache. he didn't know if he should cancel or not. He just missed her... badly. So badly, he almost couldn't breathe, but maybe (probably) she didn't want him there. He should probably cancel the shoot, and the concert but he so didn't want to!  He wanted to see her, smell her, taste her...Damn, it hurt not seeing her!  He thought about calling his acting agent and just canceling, and saving himself more pain and anguish.  But when else would he see her? She consumed his thoughts day and night.

Michael sank into the customized patio chair, and picked up his cup of Estes, green tea. Chris Tecker, one of his best friends was across  from him having something a little stronger than tea. Michael stuck his cup out for Chris to pour some brandy into it. Chris's eyebrows shot up, but he complied.  Michael sank back into the silk of the chair, and tried to focus on the movie Chris was rattling on about. He smiled and tried to feign interest, but secretly he wished he could be alone, so he could let the tears out, but he knew it would have to wait. He's made enough of a fool of himself. He had to man up about this. He was putting his cup out for Chris to pour him another round, when Chris looked hard at him. "You ok? "  Mike nodded.  Chris was talking but mike was having a hard time focusing on what he was saying.

Then he heard the word 'Diana' and  Slowly Chris's words began to penetrate the sad fogginess of his mind.
"Mike... Mike are you listening?  MJ shook his head and tried to focus. 'Don't cry fool' he told himself. Suddenly Chris's next words did pierce the veil of pain he found himself mired in.

"Mike.."  Chris was saying.  
"you gotta stop crying and begging. Women don't respect that!"
"It'll turn her off!"  MJ lifted his head. Chris had his full attention now, and he knew it.
"Show some indifference man!" 
  "I know it's hard when you love the shit outta her, but believe me, if you do what I tell you to do, you will {probably} get her back, and be in a much stronger position.
If you keep beggin and pleadin like you doin, she gon keep playin you for a fool"  And your chances of hitting it, ain't gonna be good my brotha!"

Michael's voice was raspy.  "What do I do? - I already lost her!"  His voice almost broke.  Chris shook his head.  "She'll be back Mike but you gotta do it right this time!"  He banged the table for emphasis. "You may not get another chance!"  He motioned for him to lean in close...  MJ figured he had nothing to lose, it couldn't get worse, and just in case he did ever get another chance, he reluctantly leaned in as Chris began speak. Slowly, a slight flicker of hope began to burn in Michael's heart. maybe... just maybe..
For the next half hour Chris laid out a plan, and Mike listened, the more he listened the more the fires of hope sprang up in him, but he kept pushing them down. This was just in case...

 An hour later, Chris had opened another bottle of expensive brandy, and the pain was finally dulling a little . Michael was thinking maybe he'd make it through the night without crying, when Bosley his longtime butler, appeared near the fire pit. His face looked like he was wrestling with something.

Michael looked up at him, irritated. Bosley held a phone in his hand.

Michael glanced at the phone. "Well who the hell is it?" He snapped. Bosley sighed as if he didn't want to say. Then quietly he said in and almost inaudible voice. " It's Ms Ross, Sir. Chris Tecker jumped out of the way, as Michael flew from the seat, and dove for the phone. He couldn't seem to get it to his ear fast enough. Chris was motioning frantically for him to calm down as the sweet sound of her voice was filling the other end.

Diana sighed, and said in a soft, quiet voice. " Michael I meant to call you back, but I was doing a photo shoot. Michael held the phone against his chest, and just focused on breathing. The sound of her voice was the sweetest music he 'd ever heard but he couldn't blow it. He took a deep breath and put the phone back to his ear, trying to remember everything Chris had said.

"and that's why I couldn't... you know the phone lines don't work out there.  Michael bit his lip hard to keep from screaming her name, begging for her love.... He gripped the phone so tight, his knuckles were white. He closed his eyes and listened to her sweet voice, willing himself to somehow play it cool. Somehow he knew instinctively, if he started crying and begging, she would be gone. He had to play it cool! But his heart was beating a mile a minute. He took a deep breath, and listened.

"I miss you..... She was quiet a moment. Michael breathed and waited- not trusting himself to speak. Did she really say that-Was he dreaming.  He wanted to beg her to say it again to be sure, but something kept him quiet. "Michael?....Michael say something. Her voice took on a worried edge.

"uh... I don't think I can make the movie project" He said, quietly. He was Praying Chris's plan didn't backfire on him. There was a gasp on the phone, then she spoke, sounding shocked. " But... but Michael!  Shooting starts this Thursday! We can't  possibly find someone to take your place! "Everyone is expecting you!- You have to come!!"  Michael wanted to rejoice!!! She now wanted him to continue the projects. Somehow,  he knew that if he had asked her if she wanted him to continue, she would have claimed it wasn't a good idea. He bit his lip to keep from speaking and pretended to think about it. "I don't know Diana.... it seems like it might be a better idea if we- "   "No!" she now sounded more than a little panicked. "Baby listen!" Michael almost fainted. 'Did she just call him baby!!' 

"Can we...can we talk about this?-  I miss you- can we meet at your Penthouse in the city and talk?"  Michael let his breath out in a whoosh. Was she crazy? The two of them all alone, what the hell was she trying to do, get him on his knees begging for her? Tape him begging, so she and her bitch friends could have a good laugh? The thought of that made his voice much colder. "I don't think that's a good idea Di, and you know why..."

 

Diana got quiet, and breathed into the phone. She couldn't have known the man on the other end of the line was listening to her every breath, and wishing desperately he was wrapped in her arms and could feel her breathing next to him.  He closed his eyes, so he could better picture her beautiful face, her smile...  Diana tried again. "Baby.....please don't cancel on us.. Please you have to do the movie and the concert!  I... I  need you to!  I promised a lot of peop-"  Her voice trailed off, as if she realized she was saying too much.

Michael suddenly knew the ball was in his court! He suddenly KNEW they were going to meet at his penthouse, and for the first time, he knew exactly what would happen too.

He drew a deep breath like he'd been thinking about it. "Diana, I can meet you Thursday for exactly 2 hours and we can discuss this." He made his voice sound cold, authoritive, and indifferent. 

Diana breathed a sigh of relief.  "Ok..  that'll be great" she said excitedly.  Michael wanted to say ' Baby, I love you, I miss you please let me- but instead he kept his voice even and unconcerned.  "Remember what I said. I have a tight schedulule. if you're late- this meeting is over before it begins!"

Diana breathed hard, he could tell she was shocked by his attitude ( or what she THOUGHT ) was his attitude.  " I... I'll be there mike.... Please don't leave, I'll be there as soon as I can -ok?

"Good night Diana" He said as formally as he possibly could.  Diana sucked in her breath.
What was going on with her baby? Why was he being so cold? And why the hell was it turning her on so much?  His voice sounded so sexy and authoritive. So ....cold!  And the colder he sounded the hotter she got!  'My God!'  she thought huskily. ' Lucky for me he's not here cuz I'd be groveling on the ground and begging for mercy!'

"Good night baby" She said softly.  "I miss you Michael!" Michael fought his lips not to smile at her calling him baby, and saying she missed him,  but he lost.

He broke into the world's biggest smile, but luckily, she could not see it. So even though he wanted to talk to her all night, tell her how much he loved and missed her, too, but he knew better now.  He said, good night as fast as possible. And quickly hung up. Then turning, he grabbed Chris Tecker up bodily off his feet,  and into a bear hug so tight, Chris thought his ribs would crack!....

Chris's eyebrows shot up. "It's working?"  Mike was doing a victory dance behind him, swinging his arms triumphantly in the air. "Oh man is it ever working!!!" He screamed.

Chris You're the motherf*cking man!!....

Big John pulled the stretch Lex up to the compound at exactly 8pm He saw MJ coming toward him with Mark in towe.  Michael was wearing a dark expensive Piedmont suit, and moving like a man on a mission. As he neared the car John could smell the impeccable scent of 1000.00 cologne. Michael looked smooth and determined.  Gone was the whimpering boy, and the trademark downcast uncertainty he'd worn for years. Actually ever since he'd been dealing with her and trying to be her man, he'd worn that uncertainty like a badge. Tonight it was missing in action, and In it's place was a strong, upright handsome, debonair young man.  John was shocked. What the hell was going on? Did someone already give him so ass? Cause last he checked MJ had been waiting on that special someone ( cough that damn Diana!)  to lose it to. John couldn't stop staring.  He turned questioning eyes toward Mark, but Mark just shrugged, and spread his hands wide to show he had no idea what was going on either. He opened the back door for Mike, and joined John in the front...

They pulled up to the penthouse at exactly 8:45. They were both shocked to see Diana's Limo waiting curbside. Her door was immediately opened the minute Michael's Lex pulled up.

Mark opened MJ's door, and Mike slid smoothly out, looking like a million bucks. Both John and Mark stared in disbelief as Diana rushed over to a very cool and aloof  Michael.  "You said 8:30."  She murmured, looking up at him like an adoring fan. "Traffic" Michael told her shortly. He turned and pivoted on his heels and headed for the penthouse entrance.  The doorman rushed to open the door for them both, Diana rushed up beside Michael and grabbed his arm. He turned his head ever so slightly and acknowledged her but did not break his stride. But watching in shock from the Lex both John and Mark could see the self assured smile playing about his lips. They looked at each other in utter shock. "Who the fuck gave his ass GQ lessons? " Mark finally broke the silence. John shook his head in bewilderment. " I have no idea" He answered. - "But they did a hellava damn good JOB!!!... "

Michael pulled Diana into the private elevator and pressed the big  P button. Diana struggling to break the ice, and still her beating heart, tried to make light conversation. "Is that P for Penthouse? she quipped.   Michael looked at her, his face cool and unflappable.   "Nah Baby" he told her casually, cocking his head to the side to watch her face.
" That's P for Pussy!" He had to laugh at the shock on her face. " I'm just playin Di. " he chuckled. "Yeah, it's the penthouse"  Diana was staring at him like she'd never seen him before, but her eyes were sparkling.  ' My God, when was he ever this... sexy, this. suave, this.. self assured? She felt his eyes traveling up her body, subtle, and slow. The heat he was igniting in her was making her feel faint. She wanted to fan herself but she couldn't let him know he was having that effect on her, so she quietly followed him into the luxurious Penthouse suite cursing this newfound confidence of his, that made her so weak at the knees...

Diana moved immediately to the huge bay window that overlooked the whole City. The scene was breathtaking. She gratefully took the glass of wine MJ handed her hoping to quell her nervousness. Since when did he make her nervous?  Since when did her heart do all these strange flip-flops at his nearness? And when he brushed past her, she had to ball her hands into fists to keep them from being thrown around his  beautiful neck!  She had to get it together! After all, she was 'the boss' She never let men control her, or get her like this! She lifted her head defiantly, determined to regain her composure.  "ah... Michael I ..uh... can we talk about the concert?  Michael nodded, as he moved near. Near enough for her to smell the very expensive cologne he wore, and feel the woven silk of his dark suit. She moved her hand toward her mouth nervously. MJ reached up and pulled that pretty brown hand toward his mouth, and kissed it gently. Diana involuntarily closed her eyes, and shuddered.   Her balance seemed to be out of kilter, and she felt like she would faint. Michael moved smoothly across the room and eased himself into a overstuffed leather chair, then beckoned to her. "Come tell me why I should still do this concert for you" He commanded. His voice was rich and deep.  Diana bit her lip, wondering what the hell to say. 'He really does look like a king sitting there so regally.'  She thought quietly. She took a deep breath. "Mike please! - So many ppl will be there and- " she stopped.  "And What?" he dug deeper. "And I ... well I... already kind of told everyone you would be there!" She finished in a whimper. Michael nodded, looking amused.  Diana turned toward the view of city. It was so incredibly beautiful. She stared at it in awe, scared to turn around and feeling like if she did, she'd burst out crying. She was feeling so out of sorts and topsy turvy. Everything felt so strange, and unreal. He was suddenly so sensual, and sexy, and she didn't know how to deal with it!  God, he looked so good in that suit, she didn't even trust herself anymore... She wanted to-  "I'll do the concert Diana,"  He said finally, interrupting her thoughts. "and the movie -ok" So you don't have to feel like you need to 'fuck' your baby to get your projects done."   Diana gasped.  "Michael!" I... I can't believe you said that! What's gotten into you? "

"You know I don't like that kind of talk! I can't believe! -"  She was cut off by MJ reaching out, and grabbing her arm. He pulled her to his chest, lowered his head and gently kissed her. Diana felt like bolts of lightning were hitting her! Her body betrayed her, and instantly responded to his touch. MJ lifted his hand toward the knot of her hair,  released it. It fell over her shoulders in dark waves and ringlets. Grabbing a handful of it, he tilted her head back, while bringing his lips down hungrily on hers. The heat that filled her, threatened to consume her, Diana struggled to pull away, the sensations were too strong! Michael held her firmly, and backed her into a wall. His mouth was exploring hers gently at first and then with more ardor. Diana struggled against the all consuming heat that was taking ahold of her.  MJ moved to her neck and kissed a trail of fire from her lips to her throat. She Shuddered as she felt the expensive black evening dress being pulled down her body. She tried to stop it, to gain some sense of control, but then his hands were cupping her breasts and she couldn't think straight. Lifting one large breast up, he tongued it until Diana was begging him to stop.  Michael  ignored her, Slowly, he pulled her down onto the large round leather couch and lay her down. Then,  grasping her ankles, he pulled her protesting wiggling body  to the edge. He reached up and ripped the 200.00 panties off her shivering body. Then, lifting her legs up, and apart he moved his head in between and began to let his tongue work it's magic. Diana writhed in unbridled ecstasy, torn between making him stop, and begging him to go deeper. Soon, she was near her peak, But every time she reached it, Michael would pull away and come back and take her to greater heights.. He was working her body like a well oiled instrument. Diana didn't think she could take much more when he finally moved back in and slid his tongue into her womanly folds, and began to work that nerve until her world exploded. She screamed so loud, she was afraid the people outside heard it, 30 stories down!  But moments later, she  didn't care because Michael was  moving on top of her, and pushing his largeness inside of her. He slid his hands under her voluptuous ass so he could lift her up to meet his long hard strokes. "No no no!"  She moaned. Her body felt like jelly, with no kind of control, and sensation coming at her from every angle.  "No Michael please! " she moaned. She couldn't let this happen! But it was already too late! Her body was lurching back and forth in ecstasy! shuddering, moaning, and jerking. "Miiiccchhaaeeellll!!!"  she screamed, unable to control the orgasm racking her body for the 2nd time that night. Michael wrapped his strong arms around her, and gently stroked her back down to earth, hugging and kissing her gently as they both drifted back on the wings of love.... "I love you baby... He breathed softly in her ear. " You're more than the love of my life, You're... my ...everything!"  He kissed her lips softly. " You're everything, you're everything, you're everything to me!  He sang gently. Di giggled. " I love you too Mikey" she murmured as he kissed her all over her pretty brown face. "I'll never let you get away! He promised, solemnly.   "Don't worry she breathed happily. "I'm not going anywhere....."

copyright 2017  Taylor-Sara

Going crazy with love....over you Part 1.

Michael leaned back into the softness of the expensive material of the limo seat, and gazed at the beautiful woman across from him. Her soft brown skin was as smooth as silk and the soft seductive scent of her perfume was driving him crazy. She glanced at him quickly, and he hurriedly turned his face away, but not before he saw her big doe eyes crinkle in smug satisfaction. Dammit! she'd caught him staring. He hated  the knowing look she had a tendency to wear, whenever she caught him staring. She knew how he felt about her, she'd known for years he was in love with her. Probably ever since he was so young, people never would have believed he thought of such things. He'd been wanting her, dreaming of her, longing for her. She was in his heart, his soul, and now, she was in his blood...

He took stock of the situation. He'd fought for years and years to the tune of hundreds of thousands of dollars to get this woman! He'd been wining and dining her for damn near a year. Just tonight, he'd flown them out to see a show at L'vaseurs where dinner and a show had cost a cool 5000, not incl the tip to the server and the Maître d. She had been very impressed by the show and positively enamored  by the  expensive entrees, so afterwards, to top it off,  he had his pilot PJ (private jet) them to L'Mason for a very expensive yet delicious desert. She enjoyed the soufflés very much and had smiled appreciatively at him throughout. He was so excited. He had worked so long and hard to get to this point! Tonight HAD to be the night. He was finally going to pluck her sweet fruit! Just the thought of it had his mouth watering. He glanced quickly at her, and gulped. The sheer silkiness of her strapless, white sheaf evening gown was making him dizzy. The gown was a St Laur'eurnt exclusive. And man was she ever wearing it! Her dark hair tousled over her slim elegant shoulders as she pulled off her white fox fur and turned her lovely face up to look at him. He caught his breath at the full sight of her. He took in the flawless skin, her large doe like eyes, and soft sensuous lips. God, she was breathtaking!  He'd been in love with her so long, It felt like a life time! She had known how he felt but always treated it like it was just a mere crush, (the same way his mother always did) This drove him mad, because he knew even way back then that she was 'the one'..

 'You're my everything!'   he thought desperately. Watching her lean over to  adjust the air flow, her full breasts straining against the silk of her dress and causing the expensive material of Michael's custom made suit to tighten painfully around his package. 'Please God, he prayed, silently. 'Please let tonight be the night_ I can't wait any longer!'

He moved closer to her, and tried to maintain his composure, as she turned that beautiful face toward him and smiled as he moved in to kiss her. He meant to keep it soft and sweet but, the moment he touched those lips, he began to lose control. Heat swept over him as he leaned further down and kissed her more deeply. He could feel her heartbeat begin to speed up but it could never catch his. Because his was racing out of control! He wanted to drink this woman like a fine wine! His large hand slipped up and tentatively touched her breast. He felt her gasp, but she didn't jerk away so he gently kneaded, and squeezed it. Then grasped the protruding nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and rolled it so it was rock hard. Diana whimpered softly,  and tried to pull away. The heat was engulfing him now, and he none-to-gently yanked her pretty ass back to him. Then grasping her around the middle, so she couldn't get away.  He leaned in and resumed kissing her, moving from her mouth to her throat, and leaving a trail of fire in his wake. He pulled her closer to him, refusing to give her a chance to get scared. It was weird because she was the older one, but she always acted like a scared school girl when things began to get hot between them. Tonight she WON'T get away! He thought to himself. Remembering exactly why he'd written that song just for her. He felt her squirm, then watched her bite her lip, as she pulled away. She put her hand to her mouth uncomfortably. It was something she always did, when she was feeling scared or distressed.

What the hell is the hold up?  He thought- growing irritated, watching her.   Don't you want me baby? And if no, why not!? How long is it fair to make a man wait? Especially when he's spent the kind of money I've spent in the past year?  She seemed to sense his irritation because the next moment, she moved back into his arms, and slowly accepted his kisses. Michael's spirits' began to climb. Yes, yes,  Thank you God! he thought excitedly. I knew tonight would be the night. He mentally willed his driver to hurry up and get them back to the house...

Big John and Mark, his body guards, were in front. Mark was driving. He often doubled as a guard and driver when MJ wanted the back seat empty except for he and his   'Goddess'  as he always called Diana. Big John glanced at him, and Mark knew what he was thinking. that Mike thought tonight would be the night,  and this heifer was going to play him once again. All the guards knew it hadn't happened yet by MJ's demeanor. He would always go in so hopeful and come out looking pissed and dejected. No matter how much money he spent or where he took her, or how many times, she said she loved him, she seemed to love to play games much more.
They all had bets on what he would do, go off, scream at her, break up with her or whatever..  Mark even believed he would try to take it, but Big John knew he'd never do that. He didn't have that kind of ....temperament.. But Anyway, they were pulling up to her overdone estate, and he was wondering why he didn't bet the guys more money. Hell this was a sure thing!  Big John had bet he would 'lose it'  and finally tell her off. He was looking forward to it. The bitch played too many games with the boy's heart. Over and over he'd seen her do that.  For the life of him he could not figure out why MJ was so crazy about this woman. Yes, she was pretty as hell,  But who gave a damn! for men like Michael, pretty women were a dime a dozen, but MJ always acted like he couldn't live without her! Almost  like she had some kind of spell  on him!  He'd been in love with her since he was a little kid when he used to get his ass tore up for trying to peak at her in the shower at the pool house. Big John had been there and noticed even then, that no matter how many times Joe tore his ass up, he'd still go back and try to peak at that woman again! When it came to her, MJ  was like a moth drawn irresistibly to a flame..

His thoughts were interrupted, by Mark, as he pulled the limo up to the entrance of the house, John could almost feel MJ's excitement through the sound proof, darkened partition. He braced himself for MJ to go in excited, and come out in tears. He already knew he was going to tell them to go on and he would call them later (hoping that later meant tomorrow. They already knew not to leave. Big John was out of the car in a flash opening the door for them. They emerged looking flushed and Michael had his arm around Diana's waist. He looked so happy and in love it almost broke John's heart to look at him. He turned his head away and ended up meeting Mark's gaze. His buddy's gaze was dark, and somber, yet expectant at the same time.

Mike's happy face turned toward his men and jerked his head to the side. They knew he wanted them to leave and come and get him in the morning. They both nodded, but neither moved...

MJ didn't notice, he was hurriedly ushering Diana toward the door. He couldn't wait to hold her in his arms, couldn't wait to rip that white dress off of her. He really didn't give a damn how much it cost. He couldn't wait to feel himself inside of her, kissing, stroking, driving her wild... He was almost at the door when he suddenly felt the pull back. Not just hesitation, but full on, pull back. NO!  his mind screamed. She better not even think about it!  He turned slowly,  and looked at her. She looked anxious and unsure, and was biting her lip hard.  " Michael.. I...I. can't..." she began.  " I'm .. just not ready- " A flash of red raced before his eyes, as he stared at her.  Oh, yes the hell you are!  he thought darkly. And yes the hell you will! He fell back, for exactly 3 seconds, as his eyes flashed angrily.  Diana shook her loose curls. "I....I'm sorry I just-" Michael didn't give her a chance to finish. His muscles were taunt with determination.  Stepping forward, he grasped her slim arm and roughly yanked her toward the door. He didn't say a word,   he was done talking!  She's  gonna give this ass up tonight! He thought angrily. He was so enraged, and focused,  he didn't notice she was starting to cry, and trying to pull away. He over powered her, and came back to wrap his powerful arms around her tiny waist and lift her bodily up off the ground intending to carry her inside, whether she wanted to go or not! Diana's arms began to flail out, and she started to beg. "Michael please stop!  I can't..." Michael was beyond listening to her bullshit. Obviously, if he waited on her it would never happen. It was going to happen tonight -dammit! He had waited patiently for damn near a year!! He was NOT going to wait any longer. Damn her!  He yanked the keys from her tiny hand while still holding her close with his left arm, slightly off the ground so she couldn't run away. He turned and stabbed the key roughly into the lock with his right.

Diana shrieked loudly, and suddenly he could hear both Big John and Mark running toward them. He slid Diana back to the ground and whipped around to face them, still keeping a strong arm around her middle. His face wore a don't fuck with me -look. John looked from him to Diana's disheveled clothes, fresh tears, and fear filled face,  back to him.  John was so stunned at the scene, that he had to take a step back, blink, and look again! He turned, and  gaped at Mark in astonished confusion.  Mark didn't seem surprised at all, only resigned as if  he'd been expecting this.  He held his hands out in front of him, gesturing toward Michael. Obviously to calm the situation.   "Sir listen, I know how you feel ok, but it can't go down this way"  Big John found his voice and joined in.
"Right - C'mon Mike,  you know you can't take no pussy! You gotta wait it out no matter what!"

Michael swung his darkened eyes toward John and almost growled. " Get the fuck outta my way  Big John!"  He was  looking John up and down the way ppl do in the street before they jump on you and try to kick your ass. John was amazed. Yeah, ok  he knew MJ was a 2nd degree black belt but  he was twice his size, and trained in 3 different types of martial arts!!  Yet he could tell by the look on his face, MJ fully intended to try to beat him down over the right to take this woman away! He shook his head, feeling like he was in the twilight zone, and not really seeing what he thought he was seeing.  He tried again.  "Sir, listen, I know how much- 
" You didn't hear me" Michael snarled in a low and dangerous tone.  "I said get the fuck out of my way!"   John looked incredulously at Mark. His eyes wide like saucers.  Even Mark was stunned into silence- and he was the one who predicted this! Was this really soft spoken, almost never angry Mike?? He'd never seen him display this much testosterone.. But leave it to this woman to bring it out him.   He stepped in, and tried again.  Then glancing at Diana's tear stained, and frightened face, he knew exactly what to say.

"Sir,"   he said more softly.  "Look at the woman you love. Look at her face,  Is this the way you want her to look at you?"  Michael slowly swung his hardened brown eyes toward Diana, and saw the frightened tears on her soft brown cheeks. She looked up at him like he'd destroyed every bit of trust she'd ever had in him. Michael felt all the blood drain from his face at that look. He shook his head trying to blot it out. He released her arm as the reality of what he tried to do washed over him like acid rain.  "Baby... I.. I'm so sor-" She backed away, and shook her head like she didn't want to hear it. She turned toward her door just as her burly white body guard opened it. He'd obviously heard the commotion, because he turned and motioned to a shorter Latino looking guard behind him. They both moved forward, and  loomed in the doorway like twin tanks, silently summing up the scene.  Once they saw Diana's teary face, and MJ's repentant one, they stepped angrily outside. Their faces contorted in anger as they motioned to a maid to grab Diana protectively, and usher her inside >as if Mike might try to grab her and steal her away.   The minute she was out of earshot, they turned back angrily to big John and Mark. Gary, the white guard pointed his meaty finger toward Michael who was walking dejectedly back to the car trying to hold in his tears, but not succeeding. " You best control your  animal! " he shouted.  "Cuz we know how to deal with fools who git outta line round heah! ""Yeah!"  Jose, the Latino guard brought up his rear, and came up beside him.
"Who the hell does he think he is, trying to get some! His ass wouldn't know what to do with it anyway!" " Didn't his momma teach him NO means NO!  if he tries that shit again, he'll get stomped out!

" Who the hell are you calling an animal " big John snapped.  "Yall fools will be the ones gettin stomped out fool!  And tell that bitch to stop playin virgin Mary and leading mother fuckers on!"
"Bitch!" Gary repeated enraged. " Yall tryin t' get jacked up round these parts! keep poppin off at the mouth! "  Both he and the shorter guard were moving menacingly close to big John.

 John began to take off his chain as Mark came over and grabbed his arm.
He half pulled and half pushed a very angry John toward the waiting car. " Let's go man!"   He hissed quietly. "No!"  John started to yank away. " Did you hear what them fools is sayin?" Mark wrenched his arm, and looked him dead in the eye.
" Do you want them to call the police? You KNOW what Mike was trying to do!"

John had forgotten about that. He shut up, and moved grudgingly toward the car. When he got there, he leaned inside, and lowered the partition so he could check on Mike. (ignoring the fact that guards were NEVER allowed to touch it.
Mike was sitting with his head n in his hands sobbing profusely.  John put a steadying hand on his shoulder. "Hey man, It's gonna be ok" Michael shook his head dismally.
"  No, it won't!  Oh God, I messed it up forever!" he sobbed, hopelessly
"I know I lost her for good!"  His wide shoulders heaved with his sobs.

John squeezed his shoulder,  disregarding the formalities. John swung his full sized frame into the car, and turned back to MJ.
" Mike man, what were you thinking?"  He asked softly.  Michael shook his head hopelessly. " I ... I don't know.. I just lost it! God what am I going to do without my baby!" with that he burst into a fresh round of tears

John sighed as he got in and glanced at Mark. Mark looked almost guilty as if he had brought the situation on by predicting it. He looked back at Michael, who was a mass of tears and heart ache.

" Mike listen, man," he said in a stern yet compassionate voice. His tone was so understanding , yet commanding that Michael lifted his tear drenched face and listened to him"

"She'll forgive you and you WILL get her back"     He said quietly but with a strong authority.   " what ...what makes you think so? "   Michael near whispered, struggling to regain his composure..   "Because she loves you"   Mark told him simply.  He nodded, knowingly.   " I promise you, she'll come back  just give it some time.."   John watched the flicker of  hope as it came into Michael's eyes. He sure as hell hoped Mark was right, but who knew with women They were so temperamental, and hard to please.  

He swung around as Mark started the car, the energy was at low ebb now, all the liveliness of the evening seemed to have evaporated..  They pulled out of the private estate and headed toward Encino...   
I can't believe I acted like that! Michael silently yelled within himself  How can I get her back?  God please let her come back to me!  He yanked his body away from the right side because he could still smell Diana's perfume on the seat, and it was driving him crazy. Instantly, he remembered her soft succulent lips and big doe eyes. The feel of her soft breasts under his hands, and how it felt to wrap his arms around that tiny waist. Michael sighed in agony, and leaned back closing his eyes, and trying to blot out the next image. The one where the love of his life is looking at him like he's a monster. The love in his heart rose up like thick bile and almost choked him. Would he ever see his baby again? Would she ever forgive him ? Would he ever be able to hold her in his arms again? He sank back in the seat, and inhaled her lingering scent, as a fresh torrent of tears made a sad, slow unrelenting path down his face..   Baby...PLEASE!   He thought desperately.  Please come back,  I swear I'll control it,  just give me one more chance,  please baby....

The sky grew ominously dark, and menacing as they neared home.  The heavens seemed ready to pour out enough water to replenish an oceans  The clouds grew so thick, and dark it looked like someone had thrown a curtain over the sun. Mark was moving fast, and swerving the car, obviously trying to beat the impending rain.  But Michael's world was already so dark and dismal, he didn't even notice.  He didn't give a damn about the rain or anything else. Only one sad thought permeated the recesses of his inconsolable mind.... Diana....He thought over and over again. Oh..God, ..Diana!...
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