4 - boy toy

I know what you're thinking, that I need to be slapped. That I should shut up and be grateful I'm even lucky enough to be Michael Jackson's choice of maternity for his unborn child. That this is an oppurtunity millions of women around the world could only dream of and that I'm being completely unreasonable.. but that's my point. It's always me being the lucky one. It's always me being the one who needs to be grateful. What about him? Why am I the disposable one?

And when you're friends with a man, often times you see the real side of him when it comes to his relationships. I will know about what he really thinks about you that he won't tell you himself, like how you are a nagging cunt, or how you actually have a really weird looking vagina. Or on the other hand, like how he does have real feelings for you and he wishes you would see it. I know Michael, and he is the sweetest, most kind, nicest, loving man in the world but sometimes he can be a real, real asshole.

Michael is the type of man who if you unite when you are together you have to stand behind him, not beside him. You automatically become a shadow and accessory to the public. Nah, that's not going to be me. Not after all the hard work I've put into my career.

One of our closest friends have always told us the reason we clash is that we're too alike.

"You both are too egotistic," our mutual friend Austin Green told me. 

"I.. guess," I said slowly, not really sure if that was an insult or not.

"Michael doesn't like compromise and you don't either."

"I know. We're too stubborn," I admitted. We both want what we want, no ifs ands or buts about it.

"The difference between you and him, though, is that he's open to other women in his life. That's why the cards are dealt in his favor."

"So you're saying.."

"I'm saying you need to date! Explore the single men in the world, Gia. You're not getting any younger."

I grimaced. "Don't remind me." Ever since I turned 25 I've been dreading the doomsday of 30. And now 28 in a few months, my anxiety was increasing.

"He's never been jealous because you've never made the oppurtunity for it. Honestly, treat yourself and get you a man. A boy toy," Austin suggested.

"Men are evil."

"Don't be so cynical. I can set you up on some dates. You can trust my judgement."

I sighed over the phone. "Alright. I'm free next Friday. Don't screw me over."

And so over the next two months I did go on a few dates and I had never been more suicidal than in that moment in time.

Date #1: A radiologist. The nerdy type but I liked it and he was sweet.. until I noticed his horrible habit of spitting when he chews. Disgusting turn off. I pretended to I have a stomach ache and left early.

Date #2: An extremely sexy Arab man from Dubai. CEO of some major oil company and he smelled like money. But that was all it was. Finance, finance, finance. Was this a date or a business meeting?

Date #3: Not even worth a description.

Date #4: A complete and total heartthrob with the most gorgeous, kindest grey eyes you have ever seen. His name was Lucas and he was Australian and I had heart eyes just hearing him talk. His long hair was pushed back behind his ears as he stroked his goatee and told me about how he moved to America to start a new life for himself. It was late and I asked him if he wanted to stay over at my place afterwards and he agreed.

As I drove my car through my gates, I noticed the SUV parked in my driveway. "No way," I whispered to myself. "No he didn't." It was no one else but Michael.

I guided Lucas past the car for Michael to see and went up to the blacked out tinted window. Michael rolled down the window of the backseat a little so Lucas couldn't see his face.

"What the hell are you doing in my driveway at midnight?!" I hissed in a whisper.

"I've been calling you for weeks," he said, narrowing his dark eyes at me.

"How did you even get through the gates?"

He jingled the pair of keys in his hands. "I still have the keys here, you know. I could have went inside but I didn't want to freak you out, given the terms that I couldn't call you first."

"I changed my number."

"I see that now. May I.." his sentence trailed off as his eyes darted towards my front door and noticed Lucas waiting for me. "Who in the world is that?"

"My boyfriend," I lied, all too quickly without thinking about it.

His eyebrows shot up. "Y-your boyfriend?" he stuttered.

I did an evil laugh inside of my head, extremely pleased with his reaction. "Yeah."

He glared at Lucas who was sitting on my steps. "Well I guess I'll get going," he said, forcing a smile. There was a hint of hurt in his eyes and I felt a little bad. "Can I at least have your new number?"

I hesitated. He reached for a pen somewhere in the backseat and waited for me to say the numbers to write on his hand. I sighed. "213.."

He wrote the numbers on his cream colored hand. "Mhm."

"493"

".. Mhm."

"6923."

"I'll be sure to keep in touch," he said, rolling the window back up in my face. Before I could say anything, the car went into reverse and sped out of my property.

"Typical." He always had to have the last word.

"Okay,"I unlocked my front door. "The guest room is all the way down the hall to your right, has it's own bathroom and toiletries needed," I said to Lucas. His expression looked a bit dissappointed, as if he was expecting to come into my bedroom instead. Ha.

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There was this one night, Michael showed up at my apartment I used to have in east Hollywood, wide-eyed and sleepless, back in 1986. This is the time he had his own keys, and the first time he let himself in without knocking or notice. He came in in the middle of the night, made his way into my bedroom, and just laid with me. Didn't say a word at all and I wasn't asleep. We laid that way for a while, staring at the ceiling. I never questioned why he decided to come over and what was hurting him. I just accepted him.

Overtime, the visits became more frequent, and our bodies inched a little closer towards eachother, eventually our legs crossed over eachother, then our arms, then me laying on his chest and vice versa, until our entire bodies were intertwined with eachother. It wasn't sexual at all, it was just.. I can't explain it. We just didn't like sleeping alone, I guess. I couldn't help but wonder if he showed up at my house tonight for that same reason. I shook the thought out of my mind. No, those days were long gone.

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The sun beamed down on the tennis court as Michael threw the neon yellow ball up in the air and served. "So then she tells me.. she has a boyfriend."

"She has a boyfriend?" Austin asked, stunned that his plan actually worked. He wasn't expecting her to choose one so soon but he was glad she did. Maybe she can actually smile for a change.

"Yes," Michael replied.

"And you have a wife, so I'm not sure what's the issue here."

"It's not," Michael hit the ball so fast it zoomed right by Austin. "..an issue. It's just since when did Giovanna date? It's bizarre. I think she's losing her mind."

Austin chuckled as he went to retrieve the ball. "Losing her mind."

"I'm not laughing. Her mental health is important."

"So because she has a boyfriend.. you know, something everyday women do, you think she's losing her mind?"

"I know Gia, okay?" he said, running to make a back hand with the racket, making Austin miss again.

"Since when did you get so good at tennis? Do you even play tennis?"

"No but I'm looking into new hobbies. To ease my mind."

"You're whooping my ass."

Michael wiped the sweat off of his forehead with his shirt, his abs glistening in the sun, and smiled in satisfaction.

"The only time I was sure she was losing her mind was when she found out you were married via FOX news. I couldn't believe you let her find out like that."

He sighed.

"I remember it," Austin served the ball. "She called me screaming and crying asking if I heard the announcement. I said yeah, Michael told me weeks ago, assuming that you told her as well. That's when she cried even harder saying you hadn't told her. That's cold."

"Don't make me feel bad again."

"You.. you felt bad in the first place? I'm shocked."

Michael gave Austin a look.

"Really, I am. I feel like I've been electricuted a little just now. My shock level is high."

Michael missed the ball. "So corny."

"How are you and Lisa?"

Michael reddened at the mention of her name. "We're good. She's an angel." Despite the topic of children, which they dropped, his marriage was smooth. She was the love of his life.

"She's hot."

"Hey!" Michael yelled, throwing the ball towards Austin's face. "Watch yourself."

Austin laughed. "I'm just calling a spade a spade. So when is Gia going to meet her?"

Michael contemplated about it. "That's actually a good idea."

"Have her boyfriend come too. Make it a double date sort of deal."

"I'll call her tomorrow."

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