29 - terms & conditions

The ocean glistened on the beach outside of the window of the hotel suite as Michael's fan crowded around and chanted good morning to him since six o'clock this morning. Both of the girls had fallen asleep in Michael's arms the night before, spent and satisfied.

The daylight had poured inside of the room at that point, making him wince as his eyes adjusted to Alisha's nude body in full view as she went through Gia's suitcase, trying to find something to put on. Gia was at his side, breathing softly on his shoulder still in deep sleep.

"So... did I just have a very, very abstract dream or did that actually happen?" he asked lowly, needing confirmation.

"That actually happened."

"Well... did you like it?"

"Oh, I loved it. Eye opening. Reminded me of how lonely I am..." Her voice trailed off as she picked a shirt from the suitcase and walked over to the window to peek outside. The crowd with signs screamed at first, then realizing it wasn't Michael or Gia, became quiet instantly. "God, can those little fuckers ever shut up?!"

"Don't talk about them like that." Michael had been through it for so long it became white noise to him at this point. He stroked Gia's hand on his chest, reminiscing. "It was nice. Fucking you from behind while you ate out Giovanna... Killed me. No, that's not even the best part. Just seeing her with you. I wasn't even trying to interrupt. You two do that often?" he asked, referring to what he walked in on.

"Do you two do that often?"

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"Sit on my face baby. Make me come."

Gia happily obliged, swinging her leg to the other side of him and holding onto the bed frame for support. She turned around quickly, glancing at Michael pressing Alisha's face down on his length, making sure she swallows every inch. The quick flick of Michael's tongue on her bud made her legs unstable. Michael smacked her ass hard, groping her towards his mouth as she tried to run away.

Michael thrusted into Alisha, hearing her wet smacks as she arched her back at an angle giving him a full view. Pressing his thumb in her tight ass, feeling her throb around him. Soon it became too much and she couldn't even continue to eat Giovanna out. Gia rubbed herself off instead, building up the biggest orgasm she's felt in a long time. It was hot.

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"Once. In Dubai. Like in 91?" he remembered, keeping his voice low. "She will say she swears she doesn't remember only because she kept queefing and got really embarrassed but trust me, she remembers... You're on the pill, right?"

Alisha blinked at him. "No, I'm not on the pill. I had my tubes tied a long time ago."

"You don't want to have kids?"

"Oh god no," Alisha stressed in disgust, as if the word 'kids' sounded like the most repulsive thing she's ever heard. "My godson is more than enough satisfaction for me."

Alisha saw Michael lips form a very frustrated damnit in a silent whisper. "I wanted to ask you something... never mind."

She faced him and Michael could see he gained her undivided attention. "What did you want to ask me?"

"I forgot the question." He gently slid from under Gia's head and kissed her forehead 3 quick times trying not to wake her up. It looked like she was nearly smiling in her sleep as the afterglow of the night before radiated on her skin. "I have to go. I have sound check in an hour."

Alisha's slitted eyes never left Michael's as he brushed passed her to clean his teeth.

In the bathroom he squirted his toothpaste on the brush, grinning at her. "Why are you staring at me?! I give you enough orgasms to last for a year, put you to sleep, and now you're mad at me?"

"Hm. I don't know. Because you're keeping a secret."

"I think my problem is that I don't keep enough secrets. I say what I feel, when I feel, if i feel which is probably why Gia thinks I'm such a gaping asshole half of the time." He stopped and smiled innocently. "But it's okay because I love her completely. Did you get that baby monitor I asked for?"

"Yes. Despite that I don't work for you."

He nodded in appreciation, thinking of his master plan.

"You haven't told her about Brock." Alisha mentioned as he scrubbed his teeth away.

"I don't want to right now," he murmured, scrubbing his tongue. "It gives me an advantage over him."

"Like blackmail? Michael, let's not. He saved Gia's life. End it."

"Oh I will end it. Watch me."

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March 1997

The physical therapist looked at her stopwatch and back at her patient."Okay on my count I want you to walk until you get to the end of the line. One, two, three."

Brock gritted his teeth carrying his weight to place one foot over the other. Step by step required so much effort, a strength that he just couldn't seem to muster anymore. Before even making it, he began to lose his balance. His legs started to tremble and he steadied his grip the two bars on either side of him. He swore he was ready to move on from the wheelchair. He wasn't.

He heard soft applause from behind him and turned to look at Giovanna's beaming smile. She was wearing yoga pants that showed off her assets and a tank top that showed off all of her cleavage. Her hair was slicked back in a pony tail, showing off her bone structure. Even with a makeup-free fresh face her looks were ethereal. "Keep going!"

Brock shook his head even more disappointed in himself at this point. "I can't. I'm not ready."

The therapist turned the treadmill built into the floor on and soon Brock reversed from the place he started from. The wheelchair.

"Well, you're improving," the therapist added, trying to encourage him. "We've done enough for today, anyway. Good work, Brock."

Giovanna shook hands with the doctor and waited to speak until she exited the recovery gym.

He noticed her optimism. "What are you so happy about? You haven't smiled this much in a while. It's scaring me. Stop smiling like that."

"Just seeing you on your feet made my day. Would you like dinner at my place?"

Without question, they arrived at her house with just the two of them. Gia cut off her Audi and rushed to help him on the other side. She unfolded his wheelchair and watched him carefully step out of the car. "Thank you," he said once in the chair almost ashamed. Her eyes told him not to be.

Giovanna already removed the chair from the table so he could wheel himself in. Brock sat across from her at the dinner table and watched her wedding ring and band shimmer and sparkle with millions and millions worth of diamonds on her finger. You couldn't not see it the way the diamonds danced in the light. She beamed at him a bit, showing her blinding white teeth that were paid for as well. She was too wealthy, too perfect, and too manufactured for the public eye. Your employer, Michael's humbling words echoed through his mind.

"You see how much of my stuff is gone, right? It's at Neverland. I agreed to stay there if Michael renovated some parts. We have two opposite styles of interior design."

His smile dissolved."So you're actually moving to Neverland?"

"Maybe. Aiden's getting bigger and a lot more curious. He'd have a better home there... so many things to do."

"Well, yeah. Michael is childish."

"Only I can call my husband childish," she corrected him, sipping her drink. Her tone was light hearted but he knew she wasn't playing. She looked at the window suddenly in surprise. "Unless you want to say that to his face? Because I think I see his headlights right now..."

"Huh?!" Brock was failing to hide his surprise at Michael's unexpected arrival. He hadn't even seen him since the incident, let alone speak to him. There was a sharp pain in his chest as he watched Gia approach the door.

"Hey, you" he heard Michael greet her as he came through the door. Brock gulped back his entire glass.

"Hey yourself." She accepted his kisses and locked the door. Brock turned his head to face him. He was dressed sharp as always, in black button up shirt with fitted black slacks. His curly hair tied in a ponytail to the back showing off his porcelain skin and prominent cheekbones.

"Oh, Brock. I didn't expect you here."

"Sure you didn't," Brock said, suspicious at his all-too-convenient timing. He wouldn't be surprised if there were hidden cameras in here as paranoid and pressed Michael was.

Michael walked to him with an extended hand. Brock shook it, feeling Michael's tight squeeze. He returned an even harder one, seeing Michael's eyes wince in pain. He must've forgot it was Brock's leg muscles in question, not his upper half.

"How was your day honey? You look cute," Gia asked as he sat down as well. And he was more than cute. He was fine. No matter how many times she has seen his face over the years, he never ceased to make her yearn for him by his presence alone. She crossed her thighs underneath the table attempting to control her walls for a moment.

"God, so busy. I've been on my feet all day," Michael commented sarcastically towards Brock. "But it was Aiden's first time in the pool today. He was floating and splashing and laughing! That baby giggle is music to me."

Michael's voice droned out as Brock studied Giovanna. Even the way she looked at Michael made him sick. Her eyes never not twinkled when she gazed at him and whenever he spoke she was totally engrossed. She never seemed so smitten before. Between her shameless PDA kisses and Michael basking in it, knowing Brock was fuming in the inside, made him start to lose his appetite.

"I'll show you the video later. How about yours baby?"

She looked as if she was hesitated to tell him. "I'm trying to get back into song writing again. There's this new girl group, Destiny's Child. They're beautiful girls. I want to get them a single."

"With your name on the record I'm sure it will be easy," Brock complimented making her blush. Michael's eyes went from Brock to Gia and back to Brock.

"I'll get your plate," she said trying not to let them see her blush.

Michael glanced at his shoulder, watching Giovanna walk away until she was out of earshot."I don't know why in the hell I see you in my house. Hopefully I'm hallucinating."

"This is not your house, it's Giovanna's and you know what? She invited me here. And you also know what? There wouldn't be a Giovanna if it wasn't for me--"

"Oh miss me with that guilt trick I would've done the same. It should've been me, actually, so I could avoid this conversation with you now."

Brock's eyebrows arched. "Why are you so insecure? I doubt she's even told you how she has visited me nearly every day since the attack and you're still worried. Does that hurt your incredible ego?"

Michael ignored. "You know what I can admire? Your persistence to get my wife. It's next level stamina to me. Every time I talk to her it's Brock this Brock that..."

"Maybe it's her stamina and not mine. Think about it."

Michael struggled trying to look for any clever come back to recover. "I'm unbothered. She visits you out of pity nearly every day, I have my mouth on her clit nearly every day. Who wins here?"

"That's your problem. You value sex over substance. She's not a sex toy at your disposal. I listen to her, let her cry to me, let her cry with me. You want to fix everything with fucking. Or another baby."

His mouth gaped. "She told you that?!"

"She tells me everything."

Gia came back balancing a hot place on each hand. She set one in front of Brock, revealing a steamy glazed salmon with sautéed spinach on the side. Michael waited, unsatisfied."What about me?"

She scoffed as she walked back to her seat again. "You have two functioning legs. You can make your own plate."

Brock snickered, rubbing his hands together as the scent of his food triggered his taste buds. "This looks so good. I know you've been practicing."

He slid his chair away from the table and stood up. "And I know I've lost my appetite. Enjoy your date... Evelyn."

Gia forked the salmon and chewed a piece as her eyes followed her departing husband in confusion. "Michael... where are you going?"

"To our son. Back at our home. Where you sleep with me. Remember?" Brock watched him slam the front door. Gia followed him, as usual.

Michael walked quickly through the driveway back to the car trying to control his emotions until he felt Gia's hand grab his arm to stop him. "I wanted to have a nice dinner with you."

"You didn't even invite me."

"Now that you're here I want to have a nice dinner with you. Come back inside."

"Gia I know you're an intelligent woman, it's why I married you in the first place, so nothing is more insulting than you playing stupid with me."

"I have no clue what you're talking about?"

Michael continued to walk back to the car, growing more and more pissed hearing her voice follow behind him.

"I've been enjoying each and every day with you before you go back to work trying not to argue anymore. Can you at least listen? There's nothing more honoring than being your wife and if this is jealousy--"

He closed his ears with his fingers and sung in a falsetto. "I'm not jealooous."

"You can't admit to your jealousy? I can admit to mine. I'm jealous of your work. I'm jealous of how much it sucks up your attention. I'm still jealous of Lisa, truthfully, being your first wife. I'm jealous of many reasonable things..."

"Being jealous of Lisa is ridiculous. She looks forty already. Aging like a banana."

"Not as ridiculous as being jealous of Brock. He is my former employee and friend. We owe a lot to this man."

"He's going to hold that over your head each and every day for as long as he doesn't have you. It's been 8 months, we have paid him, gave him a loft damn near better than mine, made sure he'd recove---"

"Which he hasn't."

Michael covered his forehead, taking a deep breath. "Okay Gia, here's the deal. I caught him watching us have sex. Jacking it. In his car through the window by the dinner table. He had just watched Aiden not even 10 minutes before that."

"... What?" she said, immediately puzzled by this new information.

"Remember when the police came for you after that Tiffany or Brittany whoever incident? You think I shouldn't feel some type of way when that pervert is in your house? He's seeing you nearly every day."

Gia shook her head no as Michael shook his head yes.

"Why decide now to tell me this? I finally find someone I can trust, someone who doesn't want me for my money, and you ruin him for me."

Michael noticed how quickly she turned the tables back to him and got fed up. "When you're ready to choose, then you come home to me. Until then... do what you have to do to handle it but if you do choose me afterwards..." He held on to both of her shoulders, looking close in her eyes with a voice that she rarely heard. The voice that let her know he was the last person to fuck with. "I don't want to ever see his face again and if I see his face again, I don't want to see your face ever again. You're catching my drift?"

Michael's usual soft brown eyes were so much darker than usual. She looked at him as if she was talking to a stranger, feeling a chill run through her veins. "Michael... I'm the mother of your child. Why are you being this way?"

"I'll have some security over here in 30 minutes waiting outside. You'll finish him off by then?"

Gia grabbed Michael's hands feeling him tense up immediately, attempting to recoil. "What are you trying to make me do? Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Do what you have to do. Let him have you." He climbed in the back seat and nodded at Brian to start the car. "We owe him a lot, remember?"

She tried to catch the door before it was slammed in her face. She jerked the car door handle but it was locked and the motor roared.

He heard the thumping of Gia's fists behind the vehicle, running to try to keep up. Her muffled voice calling out his name began to fade away as the car went to fast through the trail towards her gates. "I love you! I'm in love with you only, Michael! Come on, what the fuck?!" Gia pleaded with streaming hot tears.

He stared at her through the read window stomping and screaming having a temper tantrum in the drive way as the headlights faded farther away from her. Once she was no longer visible in the darkness he rested his head on the window and closed his eyes for the trip to Neverland.

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She approached her front door with her heart in her throat. She couldn't believe Michael had to tell her what happened months ago.

"He's lying. Trying to make me upset," she attempted to convince herself, dabbing her sleeve under her eyes to dry the wetness from her face without messing up her under eye concealer. But she remembered that night very well. The sex changed at some point and his mood shifted left in seconds. He couldn't even finish. Assuring it was himself, not her that made him want to stop.

She got herself under control and opened the door, feeling herself get very nauseous.

"Hey," she half smiled, returning to her friend. "He's gone now."

He felt her fingers on her shoulder and glanced up at her wet eyes rimmed with redness. "What's wrong? What did he say to you?" He was panicking on the inside. All of the minutes they spent outside he had wondered if Michael finally told her what happened. But when he felt her rub his shoulder he nearly melted when she started to massage his tension away.

She leaned down to him from behind, whispering in his ear. "He said a lot. A whole lot of nothing. But he's gone now so that's all that matters."

Her lips brushed along his neck as he saw one hand reach to his belt. "... Gia?"

"Is this what you want?" she asked in her best sultry tone, pressing her fingers along his print. She moved to his lap, sitting on him.

"Gia, wait wait wait. I'm not going to make our first time something that happened out of a reaction to him."

"What?!" she leaned back, appalled at a man rejecting her advances. No, really. This was a once in a lifetime experience. She stroked his cheek feeling him stiffen underneath her ass and knew it's what he wanted. Why resist? "You're misunderstanding. I've been thinking about this for a long time."

"You're doing this out of spite of Michael. You love him. It's all over your body language when he's around."

If only he'd see that, she screamed in her head becoming annoyed as she unbuttoned her blouse.

Brock continued, "He must've gotten you very upset and you're about to make a stupid mistake to fix a temporary frustration. I'm not worth it."

Her lips brushed over his neck kissing in spots he hadn't been kissed on for a long, long time. "Of course you are," she lied, feeling him through the fabric of his pants and zipping him down. She was too shy to even glance at it. This was her first time with a man besides Michael in her entire life.

She made her attempt to look confident, staring into his piercing emerald eyes as their noses brushed together. Her body started to give in once he slid his tip back and forth, making her nearly dripping for him. "No more protesting. Fill me up."

"Turn around."

Gia turned and gripped her hands on the tables edge, gasping as he entered her, pushing him deeper inside. She tried to adjust to the new size and the foreign feeling. He was hitting entirely new places. His intimidating hands wrapped around the small of her waist, lifting her up and down around him.

Gia's teeth sunk into her bottom lip trying to control her sobs. Balling her hair up in his fist, he pushed her head down the table, making her back arch even more. She shut her eyes and imagined her husband was inside her instead, until he made her turn to face him.

She balanced her knees on the outside of his thighs feeling her lower half already giving out. Before she could even catch her breath he grabbed his shaft to the slit of her entrance.

"Gorgeous Gia," he sighed and wrapped his fingers at the back of her neck and held her chin up with his thumb, squeezing as he went inside of her again, silencing her moans up with his lips.

He glanced at her hand and snatched her wedding ring off of her tiny finger, tossing it on the table in front of them. "You're mine right now." He held on tightly to her small waist, ramming inside of her harder and harder making her scream his name as he groped his palm into her ass.

"I love you. I love you so fucking much, Gia. you know that?"

The words caught her so off guard it messed up her rhythm. She tried to act like she didn't hear until he repeated them again. Those three poisonous words.

I love you, G--

She shut him up with a kiss, riding him until she felt him pulse inside. She lifted herself up for him to pull out but he only forced her right back down. He had her right where he wanted her to be. The ecstasy shot through his core and he couldn't hold it in any longer. He craned his head back and prepared for the release.

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In the car, Michael and Brian sat in the dark deserted parking lot twenty miles away and listened to the tiny speaker.

"Brock!"

"What?! Why are you getting dressed? Please don't tell me you're upset now."

"Yes!"

"But you told me you were on birth control..."

"So?!"

Michael stared at the "baby monitor" speaker, wondering if what he just heard was really what he just heard. "Birth control," Michael scoffed, shaking his head as his heart crushed at the words. "Gia, Gia, Gia. You really do tell him everything."

"Why are you doing this to yourself? Are you a machoschist?" Brian questioned, snapping his attention away from the new information he just heard.

Michael's eyes raised to the front view mirror where Brian stared at him in curiosity... and pity. "I'm letting him get even. He's not even able to walk right now."

"You're letting a man do your wife, and listening to it too."

"I'm listening for her safety," he defended. "He's about to get really upset."

"... He's disabled."

Michael motioned him to shut up, hearing Giovanna's voice come in again. "Just listen to this next part."

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Gia stepped her right leg in her yoga pants, pulling them up."I- I'm sorry," she whispered, almost choking as she smoothed her clothes out.

"Sorry for what?" Brock slid his belt together again. "The sex was great."

"No, I'm sorry. You've been so good to me... but I can't leave him... Ever. I'm sorry."

"Gia I can wait for you--"

"Get out!" she screamed loud enough for the guards to hear outside. They door swung open as the three guards poured in.

Feeling one of them push his chair out, he raised his hand. "I can escort myself out." He glared at Gia who was already crying. "I've been doing it for 135 days." Before he was out of the door he turned to her. "I don't know what this is Giovanna but you're making the wrong decision. I know you don't want to do this. I saw it in your eyes."

"She said leave."

Gia saw her wedding ring glisten on the table and hurried to put it back on her shaking finger, trying to make sense of what just happened. The door slammed with one of her security personnel staring at her like a deer in headlights.

"Can I be alone for a moment?"

"Michael requests your arrival."

"Michael can request my entire foot up his ass."

Awkward silence. The security batted at her, unsure of how to respond to that. Gia did a facepalm. "I'll leave," she droned out and grabbed her purse, brushing past them out of the door. "Don't tell him I said that."

"Yes ma'am."

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Michael awaited for her car to meet his in the empty parking lot of a shopping mall. No one was around. Seeing her car approach he threw the baby monitor in the trunk. The SUV slid open revealing his weary wife, looking more pissed than he's seen her in a long time.

"Did you do it?" 

She ignored him as she entered the car, sitting on the other side horizontally from him.

"He didn't want to do it, you know."

Michael chuckled as if she said a dry joke. "BS. He's only saying that to seem different. I used be the same way. Works every time."

"True. That reverse psychology shit," Brian cosigned from the driver's seat.

"And besides, who doesn't want to have sex with you, Gia?"

"...That's true too," Brian said from the front. Michael slit his eyes and rolled the privacy window up between them. He turned to Gia, watching her tremble as she stared out of the window at nothing. The guilt was already starting to set in. He offered his arms. "Come here. Lay on my shoulder."

She gave him a side eye but reluctantly slid into his arms. "You know it's always you. Why doubt me?"

It took him a while to answer. He caressed her shoulder, lost in thought. "To ease my own guilty conscious... and to ease yours."

I love you, Gia. Brock's words echoed through her head the entire ride home. Do you know that? How precious you are to me?

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MESSYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!! 

 I hope you guys are happy right now. The winter is really triggering my depression but I feel ok. Please remember you can always talk to me about anything!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS!! - v