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....."

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