"Hey, Michael." 5 greeted me with a hug.
"How are you?" I asked.
"I've been great." She smiled and sat down in her seat.
"Are you pregnant?"
"No, Michael! It's only been a day!" She laughed.
"What's wrong? I asked, trying to cut to the chase.
"Can we talk first? I don't want to ruin the moment."
"Oh, sure." I shrugged, relaxing in my seat.
"How was your day?" She rested her head on her hands. A smile plastered on her face.
"It was alright. Same as every other day."
"And how is that?"
"I had to end rehearsal early again."
"What rehearsal and why did you have to end it so early?" Damn! This girl is not my wife. She asks too many questions. Remind me to take her off my list.
"For my tour. I had important business to take care of."
"Oh, I'm sorry, baby."
"Don't call me 'baby.'" I corrected her. "But it was no big deal." I shrugged.
"Well," she wiped her lap.
"How was your day?"
"Fabulous." She smiled.
"Fabulous? What happened?"
"I'm getting married, Michael."
"Congratulations." I nodded.
"You know what that means, right?"
"Michael, come on. You know exactly what this means."
"We get to have sex while your husband is at work?"
"No, Michael," she rolled her eyes. "We can't have sex at all." I acted surprised. It's not like I care. I have five other women, including my wife, who want me. "I'm sorry, Michael. The sex was great, trust me, but I'm not one to cheat."
"Liar." I laughed.
"You were with him when we had sex."
"Well...I mean, I'm not one to cheat on my spouse. Unlike you, Michael, I'm loyal."
"Really?" She made a face.
"Don't make that face at me. I'm loyal. Very loyal compared to all these other men out there."
"I'm not going to argue with you, Michael. I just wanted to tell you that I'm getting married and that we can no longer see each other."
"Alright," I stood up. "It was nice knowing you." I held my hand out. Instead she stood up and hugged me.
"Goodbye, Michael." 5 whispered and kissed me, giving me her tongue. She was a great kisser, but when it came to fucking, she was all off.
"Bye." I said and walked out. Maybe I should go back home to Victoria. Nah. She'd smell 1 all over me. I don't have the time to hear her bickering all night. I'll just sleep with 4 tonight.
I changed my mind. I'm coming over. Just sleeping tonight. Leave the door unlocked. I texted her.
You were always so wishy washy lol. The door has been unlocked. I knew you'd change your mind. She replied.
Thank you, baby.
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By the time I got to her house, her front door was open. 4 had only given me a key to her screen door, never to her front door. I can respect that. I unlocked the screen door and walked in her house, shutting and locking the door behind me.
"I'm in the shower. There's some food in the fridge if you want any." 4 shouted from the bathroom.
"Nah, I'm good." I replied. I went to her room and took off my shirt and shoes and crawled into her bed. 4 was just like Victoria when we first met. She reminded me of her a lot when we were younger. But I'd never tell 4 that. She'd eat me alive. As I closed my eyes, 4 crawled into bed naked.
"I'm glad you came." She kissed my neck.
"Me too." I whispered. She never knew about the other women in my life. I only told her about Victoria.
"You never answered my question."
"What did your wife say?"
"Let's not talk about her. I'm with you tonight and that's all that matters. Get some sleep. You and I have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."
She smiled and kissed my lip, "Goodnight, Michael." 4 lay beside me, cuddling herself close to me.
~ ~ ~
Just as I started to drift off to sleep, my phone rang. All I want is sleep. Is that too much to ask for? 4 took the phone out of my pocket, silenced it and put it on the nightstand. That didn't work, because all it did was vibrate. I picked it up and looked at the I.D. Victoria was calling.
"I've got to take this." I sat up and answered the phone. "What's up, babe?"
"Michael Joe Jackson, where the fuck are you?" She shouted.
"What do you mean, where am I? I told you I was at the office, V."
"Really?" She asked sarcastically.
"Yes, where else would I be?"
"Michael, I'm at the office. You're not here."
"What are you doing at my office, V?"
"You know what? I couldn't care less where you are. I just want you to know that Prince is on his way to the hospital."
"What? What hospital?" I shouted.
"It's not like you care, Michael. You lied to me about where you were. For all I know, you're getting a lap dance right now."
"Victoria, what hospital is he heading to?"
"Good Samaritan." She said and hung up. I put my phone in my pocket and put my shirt back on.
"What's wrong, baby?" 4 asked.
"My son is in the hospital. I have to go." I rushed out and started my car. Prince will be perfectly fine...