*Marilyn's Point Of View*

After finally finishing up the last of the invitations, I moved on to my next project; A time and actual, final date. That's a bit of a problem. The chapel we have reserved, are filled with dates for other weddings. So this means since they are really booked, we will either have to find another chapel or decide on an earlier date than what we came up with. All of this is done with constant scrutiny of the media.

Brandon and David were literally hounded at Sweet Gina's as they were leaving. It is sickening. Therefore, I called Yuli over to talk about this. She returned from Israel not too long ago. She is much better and happier. I'm happy for her and her family. Since Michael couldn't get Jordyn to nap, Yuli is bringing Carson for a little play-date. It's great for Jordyn to socialize and even better for me to relax, when she's busy.

Just as I was finishing up my cleaning in Jordyn's play room, The doorbell rang. I set down the remainder of her toys and wait for Michael to answer. He is supposed to be in the kitchen feeding Jordyn. After three minutes, I finally hear Michael and another  person laughing and chatting about God knows what. I stand up and glance at my work. Pleased with my cleaning, I walk out and make my way down the stairs.

As I was descending down the stairs, Michael and Marcus are slowly walking up. Jordyn is latched onto Michael's hip as he pauses to make another joke. I shake my head and walk towards them. "Hey Marcus. How are you?", I ask interrupting them. Michael and Marcus pause before Marcus acknowledges me. "Oh hello Marilyn. I'm sorry but, is it okay if I steal Michael away? ", I glance at Michael and giggle.

"Just as long as you don't run away together. Now go on, talk about your business stuff.", I insist, stealing Jordyn away from Michael. Marcus chuckles and continues walking up the steps. Michael makes a Face at Jordyn. "Daddy will be right back...", I rock Jordyn, planting a few kisses on her forehead. "You hear that? Daddy will be right back peaches.", Michael chuckles and stops beside me.

"I was talking to mama. Be a good girl...", He says seductively. I push him away a little, giggling. "Don't you have a meeting?", He notes down on his bottom lip. "Yeah... But that will be later. ",-"What do you mean?", He glances at Jordyn. "You'll see...", He finally replies, his almond eyes meeting mine. "You'll see...", He repeats, continuing his route towards his office. I watch for him until he is no longer in sight.

"Your daddy... Is a crazy man.", I joke, switching Jordyn on my right hip. She giggles, clapping her hand's. I give her another quick peck on her forehead before stepping off the last step.  As soon as I walk into the living room, the door bell rings again. Jordyn squeals while clapping. I laugh lightly and exit the living room. I'm guessing this is Yuli; I sure hope so. Once I reach the door, I slowly open it, revealing a smiling Yuli and a slightly taller Carson.

He's actually walking. I gasp, watching him stumble inside. Yuli guides him inside as she blushes. "I know what You're going to say, he's walking. It took Ryan and I awhile but we finally accomplished that stage.", Yuli explains, taking Carson's hand before he ran into the coat rack. I let out another giggle. "This is wonderful! My little nephew is walking!", Yuli nods.

"Yes. I remember when we we're teaching Dylan to walk and he just looked like a big bobble head!", I shake my head, bursting into laughter. "Leave my baby boy out of this!", She doesn't reply just continues laughing. "Where's your famous husband? ", She asks after her laughter dies. "Famous? Michael is upstairs with Marcus. ", I answer, nonchalantly.

"Michael is well known. And after your eventful trip to Soho, he is definitely under the radar of many tabloids. ", Yuli stresses, walking into the living room. I place Jordyn in her Scoot-N-Go. Turning to Yuli, I furrow my eyebrows. "What are you saying? ", Yuli sighs then gestures Carson to play with the toys I stacked in the far corner of the living room. He stumbles over towards the toys and instantly finds Jordyn's rocking horse a likely subject for playtime. Turning my attention back on Yuli, who was making her way to the couch, I follow behind her.

We plop down on the couch and sit silently for a moment. After a few minutes of silence, Yuli removes her cellphone from her pocket. "This is everywhere... ", She sighs, handing me her cellphone. I hesitate before taking the phone. It was an online article; about Michael. It had the headlines: Mikey Not So Nicey! I scan over it until I scroll to the bottom of the page, where there is a clear view picture of Michael and 'Channing' arguing.

I return Yuli's phone back into her hand. "I'm sorry Marilyn... ", She whispers running a empathetic hand over my shoulder. I shake my head, covering my face. I am trying not to cry but, I'm just so sick of this. "Honey, are you going to be okay?", Yuli asks, scooting closer to me. I exhale deeply and wipe the few tears that escaped.

"I'll be fine...", I croak, standing from the couch. "Marilyn I'm sorry. I thought you should know about that.",-"It's fine... I just need to talk to Michael...", She stands to protest but I shake my head and walk away.  I need to end this or at least put a stop to it.

*Michael's Point Of View*

I'm so pissed right now. I can't explain How peeved I am. First people are giving out information about Brandon's and David's wedding ceremony, now someone has leaked a picture of me and psycho arguing. I can't believe people are actually paid to make other's lives Hell. I can only imagine How Marilyn will feel when she finds out.

To prevent that, Marcus is pulling some strings for publisher's like People magazine, don't 'leak' the picture or pictures. "Umm Michael... We have a slightly problem... ", Marcus informs me, removing his phone from his ear. I sigh and rush over to him. "Slight problem? ", He nods and opens his mouth to explain. Suddenly the door opens and Marilyn enters, clearly bothered.

She also looks as if she had been crying. Marcus and I glance over at her. "Mama what's wrong?", I ask, walking over towards her. She glances at Marcus. "You have seen it, haven't you?", Marcus asks, sighing. She nods. "Seen what?! What is it?", Marcus passes me his cellphone. "I didn't think it would leak there...", I stare at the screen. Just when I thought I could fix thing's, It blows up in my face.

"Shit... What in the Hell am I going to do?!", I throw the cellphone in the far corner of my office. It violently crashes into my tin trash can. Marcus jogs over to the trash can. "Man what the Hell! This is my damn phone! Throw your own shit!", He screeches, retrieving his dismantled device. I roll my eyes, ignoring his scowls. Marilyn sighs. "Marcus I'm sorry... Can you leave Michael and I alone for a minute?", She salary softly.

Marcus nods then walks past me, still grumbling. Once he exits, Marilyn walks up to me. "I'm sorry about all of this trouble. All the trouble I caused. I really am mama. I know I have a problem. I-", She shakes her head, putting her index finger on my lips. "We will fix this. Just please calm down...", She whispers aloud. Her eye's were pleading and still glossy. I sigh and take her hand in mine.

"I'm sorry babygirl. I don't mean to make you cry or mean to hurt you. I'm sorry. I just hate what those monsters say. I really do. it hurts me, knowing there's not much I can do.", I admit, holding her hand to my cheek. I try not to cry in front of her but, I know she understands. I've reached a breaking point.

"I know Michael. I know... ", She removes her hand from my cheek and wraps both of her hands around my torso. I sigh and carefully wrap my arm's around her neck. If it wasn't for her and the kids, I don't know how i would keep sane.

After talking for a little while longer, Marilyn convinced me to calm down and apologize to Marcus. He's still pissed but accepted it. Then I talked with Yuli who sweetly gave her Best advice. She even offered to keep the kid's for the night so Marilyn and I could relax. She's such a sweet person. Before leaving, She invited Ryan over to bury the hatchet.

With a few choices word's then apologies, we buried it. I couldn't be more relaxed right now. Marilyn drew me a nice bubble bath. though I hate soaking alone, I guess it is something I need. I have been in the tub for a little over ten minutes and haven't seen Marilyn since she drew it for me. Becoming a little anxious to the whereabouts of Marilyn, I slowly stand from the tub.

Just as I was reaching for the towel, the bathroom door opens. Marilyn appears from behind it with a lavender fluffy robe tightly clung to her body. She has this smile that I recognize oh so well. It's a sweet, sexy, mischievous smile. "Is there enough room for me?", I blush, sliding back down into the bubble filled water. She walks over towards the tub. She stands in front of me for a few minutes before swiftly and silently, dropping her robe.

"Have I told you How beautiful you are?", I ask as she climbs into the tub. She giggles. "Maybe...", I chuckle and wait for her to sit down. She sits between my leg's and leans back against my chest. "Well you are beautiful. Very. Inside and out...", I whisper, pecking her shoulder. She closes her eyes. "papa... Remember what I told you earlier? ", I paused before answering, trying to jog my memory.

A smirk quickly spreads across my face. "Babygirl you are a freak... My little vixen...", I gently bite down on her shoulder. She wants something new and exciting. I'm willing to try it. "First... We bathe...",-"But I'm horny now mama...", I growl lowly, licking her earlobe. She shivers but maintains her position. "You'll have to wait papa. Mama's in charge.", I reluctantly nod.

For the next fifteen minutes we soaked, bathed, and flirted. Now we are both dressed for bed. I don't know what this woman has up her sleeves, yet that is the exciting part for me. "I'm in control. Let me do as I please okay papa?", Marilyn asks, strolling over to me. I am leaning against the wall that separates our bathroom from our bedroom. I nod accepting her rule.

"Papa you have no idea How sexy you are do you? But this anger kills that. But I'll bring it back...", She expresses, stopping in front of me. "How will you do that?", I ask with a mischievous grin spread on my face. She snatches me by the collar of my shirt, bringing me into a steam kiss. "I want you lay it on me papa. Let it out...", She's whispers against my lips. I nods deepening the kiss.

Soon her hand's find their way in my shirt. Snatching my shirt from my body, she continues her rough kisses elsewhere, traveling around my chest and down to my navel. She reclaims her standing position, pushing me away from the wall. I will admit, her roughness is a definite turn on. Pushing me on to the bed, She takes no time disrobing herself, standing before me in her Lacey maroon boy shorts and matching bra.

I eye her, taking in her small frame. Three kids and can still maintain a nice body, I'm a lucky man. "Don't just stare papa... ", She purrs climbing on top of me. I grab for her waist, gliding my hand's up the lines of her stomach. God this woman is beautiful. She leans down, her chest noe on mine. "I want you to take me like a grown ass man, okay papa?", If her beautiful body isn't the cause of the hardening forming in my pants than her words are definitely taking the cake.

I Lean us up, holding her in my lap by her hips. "Tell papa what you want...", She bites down on her bottom lip, rocking her hips into my pelvis. "I want papa to fuck me...", My jaw drops. Marilyn has been bluntly before during our intimate times but I recall it being this way. I grab her jaw and lift it up. If rough is what wants, then rough is what she'll get. I hungrily lick her neck.

"Mmm...", She moans, tossing her head back, still grinding her hips. I take my free hand and slowly slide it into the depths of her lacey panties. Marilyn hisses in pleasure as my hand's find Their way to her centre. "Oooh God....", She moans again, grinding harder into my finger. "You like that mama...", I grunt, pumping faster. She nods, her eyes squeezed shut. I take my other free hand and tug at her hair.

"Tell me mama, speak to daddy...", I groan, biting down in her left shoulder. She let's out a pitch filled whine. "Yes...Daddy...Oh God... yesss... ", She whines, putting her gave into my neck. Reaching euphoria, she throws her head back again. "God!!", She screeches, releasing herself. I smirk at my work and turn her head towards me to meet me in another game of tongue-tango.

Silencing her from her dying moans, I remove my hand from her panties. "You taste delicious babygirl...", I tease, licking my fingers. She climbs off of me after finally calming down. "Lay down straight papa... ",  She order's, through staggered breaths. I follow her order's and change my vertical position to horizontal. Once I was in the position she wanted, she slowly climbs back into the bed.

"I taste good but you tastes better... ", She purrs, reaching for the hem of my pants. I want to stop her but I want her lips there so bad. It is my guilty pleasure. Allowing her to undress me, I watch as she teases me. Nibbling at my navel only to travel up to the nape of my neck. I'm at full attention yet she continues to tease me. "Want me to touch you there? Hmm daddy?", I bite down on my lip and nod.

"Tell me papa...",  I inhale deeply. "Please just please touch him. Talk to him. Just do it mama...", I whimper. She smirks, slowly ending her rounds of my navel. "Mama please... ", I beg, reaching for 'him' myself. She smacks my hand away. "Patience papa... ", She scolds seductively. She's playing a dangerous game of desire right now. Finally, She kisses her way down into my region of love, Kissing around the barrier before finally acknowledging my swollen member.

I hiss once her lips touch it. Maybe it's the way she takes it?, Maybe it's the warmth of her lips? Whatever it is, it drives me crazy. "Damn... babygirl what are you doing to me...", I groan, tilting my head back. She pauses to inhale before continuing to send me to the heavens. My night hand wanders around until it finds it's place on top of her bobbing head, guiding her. "Yesss mama.... like that...", I hiss in pleasure.

After awhile of working with her mouth, she gives her hand a try to finish the job. It isn't long before I'm twitching. Not wanting to release on her, I remove her hand and finish the job myself. Marilyn watches seductively, biting down her bottom lip hungrily. After releasing, I reach for a random rag on the night stand. Wiping myself off, I lick my lips at her. I toss the rag in the trash bin that wasn't too far from our bed.

I turn my attention to her. "Come here...", She crawls over to me. "I want to ride papa...", She says, climbing on top of me. Allowing her to fulfill her wish, I guide her down on me. "Ooh papa...I love...", She pauses her sentence to grind on me. I love the feeling of being inside her. Allowing our bodies to plug into each other and connect. Pressing down on my chest, she starts a rhythm that I graciously follow.

Guiding Her with my hand's on her hips. Going from simple grindstone to deep thrusts within seconds. "Ooh papa...", She moans, grinding harder. I thrust upward allowing her to feel everything I can give to her. When her soft moans reach falsetto whimpers, I decide to change positions. "Lift up Babygirl.", I command, retrieving myself. She does as I ask. "All fours mama...", She stares at me for a long minute then obeys. "I'll be gentle mama mama, I promise.", She nods.

I carefully position myself behind her and slowly enter her. She winces in pain. "I'm sorry mama.... ", I peck the small of her back. This isn't our usual position but, it is okay to switch thing's up. "I'm okay papa...Just go slow. ", I inhale and follow suit, trying to start a rhythm when your instinct has something else in mind is a difficult task. But it takes to make love. Therefore I'm willing to do whatever to conform to both of our desires. As soon as her winces become moans, I speed up my pace.

"Deeper papa...", She whines, throwing her head back. I thrust harder, tugging at her hair the harder I go. "You like this babygirl?", I demand, tugging at her hair harder. "Yesss daddy....Yess ", She whimpers. Before allowing her to come to the point of climax, I retrieve myself. Marilyn turns over on her back. "I need you inside me now papa.", She purrs impatiently. I smirk and take night time delivering. "Mmm yeah... mmm", She exhales, digging her nails into my back.

Thank God for her flexibility. I dig my nails into her thighs as I continue my thrusts, feeling the vibrations of her leg's messaging my back. Covered in sweat and I could care less. "God you feel so good mama... So good...", I grunt, feeling myself twitching again. She soon begins to whimper as well as our journey comes to a love spewing end. "Uhh...mmm!", She whines, finally releasing her tension. "Sss oh mama...", I groan, finally reaching my peak as well.

Slowly sliding her leg's off my shoulder's, She pulls me down to hug me. "I love so much Michael Joseph. I really do. Promise me you'll make thing's right. Please. I hate seeing you hurting. ", She pleads, wrapping her arms around my neck tightly. I peck her forehead. "I will mama. ", She sniffles, burying her face into my neck. I sigh and lean up. "Let's lay down mama. ", She reluctantly leans up to climb under the covers.

"Stop crying babygirl please... ", I gently pull her into my chest and hold her tightly. We lay silently all that is heard is our calming breaths and the patters of rain against our window pane. "I love you mama. Don't ever forget that. I love all of you guys. I promise I'll make thing's right....", I whisper pecking her forehead. She snuggles into my chest. Listening to her slow breaths, I slowly follow suit with a new objection on my mind. Fixing my broken home...

To Be Continued....

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