A/N: Holy sh*t guys, I'm so sorry! It feels like it been ages I didn't update! I promise I'll try to update more often in the future.
Things are getting messier for June! Hope you'll love this chapter. I'm halfway done with the next one already :)
PS: the pic in the media is my favorite pic of Michael 👀

June's point of view

"You don't need a guy that thought it would be fun to ruin your relationship because his freaky former manager told him to."

His freaky former manager told him to.

His freaky former manager.

The sound of Prince shutting the door behind him had me coming back to reality in a split second. When those words came out of his mouth, I couldn't quite process. It's like the whole world stopped for a mere minute, leaving me the time to understand what the person I thought was genuinely a friend of mine said.

At that moment, I couldn't figure out what was the main emotion I was feeling. I was sad, anxious, tired, confused and angry. I hated him, but at the same time, I was sad for him. I wanted to talk to him, but at the same time, I wanted to rip his head off.

Of course, I knew exactly who he was talking about.

I never thought he'd be capable of doing such a thing; being an ally of the worst human being I got to meet in my life. A man that tried to ruin Michael's happiness while pretending to be his friend, a man who tried to ruin my and my friends' lives, a violent motherfucker who thought that beating women was okay...

I couldn't get why Prince was still willing to talk to Frank; and even worse, listen to him after he went straight to jail for his crimes.

To me, there had to be an explanation, a reason why Prince did that.

I couldn't let him go that way after the bomb he dropped. I needed him to tell me more about this. There was no way I hell that he tried to ruin my relationship with Michael "just for fun". He was better than that.

Maybe Frank threatened him? This sounds like something he'd do.

Maybe he made this up so that I can finally hate him for good?

I shook my head frantically from side to side, and looked around the empty room for couple of seconds and barged out of it before taking my purse which was on the floor. The people that crowded the hallways were still there, but it seemed like some of them were gone, as it was easier for me to walk—or shoud I say run—past them. I threw a few 'excuse me' here and there while making my way to the huge living  room of the house, and once I got there, I looked around, looking for a long, white coat.
But I couldn't find it.

My second option was to find Eddie and ask him if he knew where Prince was, and I got lucky enough to find him.

"Hey, beautiful! You enjoying yourself?" Eddie asked over the loud music, a huge smile plastered on his face while he was giving his best on the dancefloor.

"Uh, yeah, the party is amazing!" I faked a smile. "Tell me, did you see Prince? I need to talk to him."

"Too late, he just left a couple of seconds ago!"

"Damnit," I muttered under my breath, before turning around to run to the front door.

However, Eddie gently grabbed my arm, which stopped me from moving any further. I turned to look at him, and he gave me a look of disapproval.

"Let him go," he mouthed to me, with a serious face on.

"Why?" I asked with a frown, not understanding his reaction.

"He knew you'd go after him, and he doesn't want you to."

"I don't care what he wants," I said through gritted teeth, and got away from my friend's hold.

I ran to the front door, still pushing through people I didn't know, earning some mean stares in the process. I didn't give a flying fuck, all I wanted at that precise moment was to find Prince, and have my explanations.

When I reached the outside of the house, I scanned my surroundings, but still, I couldn't find Prince. I went to a group of people I didn't know, and asked a man who was smocking his cigarette if, by any chance, he saw him coming out.

"Oh, you're—"

"Yeah, I know who I am. Where's Prince?" I harshly asked. I didn't have time for this.

"Uh, I don't know, I didn't see him."

"Damnit," I muttered angrily before running around the house without saying another word to the man. "Prince!" I yelled, looking for him through the darkness. "Prince, show yourself, you motherfucker!"

At that point, I was really irritated with him. I couldn't believe he left like this after he dropped this bomb. If what he said was true, and if this was supposed to be the end of our friendship, then I needed to tell him my thoughts about what he did. I couldn't let him get away this easy. There was no chance in hell he wouldn't get a piece of my mind ablut this.

"Prince fucking Nelson, show yourself!" I yelled again like a mad woman.

People were starting to stare at me skeptically, but that was the least of my problems. There was no way Prince was gone that fast, for I only left the bathroom a coulpe of minutes after him.

After a few more minutes of looking for him, my anger reached its top, and I needed to calm my nerves. I got away from the house, walking on the sidewalks of Beverly Hills, my arms wrapped under my breats to warm up a little as the cold air hit my bare arms violently. I had no aim, I didn't know where I was walking, until I spotted my car in the distance.

I took the keys Becks gave me earlier from my purse, I let out a loud sigh as soon as I got in the driver's seat. I locked the doors, and turned the car on only to put the heat on because it was freezing outside, and because I forgot my coat inside the house and don't want to go back to take it.

I needed to clear my mind, away from the party, away from everything. I needed to scream, to let out my anger, and that's exactly what I did. I let out a loud scream, hitting my fits violently on the innocent streering wheel that was in front of me.

"Why?" I asked, banging my head on the steering wheel. "Why does everybody I care about feels the need to betray me?"

Before I got a concussion from banging my head, someone knocked on the window, which caused me to look at the person outside the car. I wad blinded by the flashlight that was pointed in my direction, and couldn't see who the person was.

"Step out of the vehicle, please," the voice asked from outside, and I understood it was a policeman talking.

I frowned in confusion, and brushed my hands over my face before stepping out of the car. I took a better look at the officer in front of me, and my eyes widened at the presence of the one person I thought would leave me alone by now.

"Milo?"

"It's officer Milo, for starters," he corrected me, and I wanted to punch him in the face already. "Now, you are going to follow me to the police station."

Bitch, say what?

"Excuse me? Hell to the no, I didn't do anything wrong this time!"

"The engine of the car is on, you were about to leave while, if I remember well, I susepended you of your driving license. Don't be a smart ass again, Wellington, and follow me. Don't ask questions."

"I'm not following you anywhere! I didn't do anything, I was in my car because I needed to warm up a little because I forgot my coat at the party!"
"Turn around," he said in a cold tone, throwing daggers at me.

"You have no right to take me to the police station. I didn't do anything wrong, and we're not in the Santa Barbara county. You have no right to arrest me here with no valuable reason. Why are you even here? Are you spying upon me?"

"You're not one to ask question," he sternly said. "Now be cooperative and follow me. You wouldn't like me to handcuff you again, right?"

"She's not going anywhere," a feminine voice I recognized as Becks' said from behind me.

"Oh, the manager for the rescue!" he laughed sarcastially. "Who do you think you are?"

Wait, what?

"The wife of one of the most powerful lawyer of the state of California. Now let her go."

Milo's grip on my arm loosened a bit to my biggest pleasure, and I examined his demeanor closely. He looked down at my skeptical face, and I noticed his eyes were no longer confident. He didn't expect that.

I was confused because I could have sworn down that I never mentioned to him that Rebecca was my manager. To top it all, there was no reason for Milo to be there, which increased my confusion.

"Your hubby is a lawyer, then what?"

"What do you think?" Becks asked in return, giving him a challenging look with her arms crossed under her breats.

"I represent the law. I'm a symbol of honor and trust. You can't do anything against me," Milo tried to sound confident, releasing my arm.

"Oh, really?" Becks smirked, walking closer to the spot where the fucker and I were. "A cop that's not corrupted, like you are, represent what you just mentioned. What you represent, sir, is definitely not that. Actually, you represent shit."

Milo's cold eyes got bigger, just as mine, and his whole face changed into a furious one.

"That's it. You're following me to the police station as well, you little shit," Milo said through gritted teeth, taking Becks' arm harshly.

"Oh, and why?" My manager taunted, smirking a bit.

"Insulting behaviour towards a police officer."

"No! Let her go!" I protested, trying to take Becks away from him. "You don't have the right to arrest people in here, this ain't your fucking county!"

"June, it's okay, go get Jer, " Becks argued, looking at me straight in the eyes. She nodded, indicating me that I should trust her, "Go."

"You're not going to jail because of me," I refused, shaking my head.

"You're coming too, Wellington," Milo said, taking his handcuffs from his belt.

"June, go! I got this!" she shouted at me.

I looked at Milo, and then at Becks, as I stood there, completely helpless. Milo tried to take my arm back, but I finally listened to my manager and ran back to the house.

I studied the people outside, but Jer was visibly not there, so I came in, and the sound of the electro music that was too loud for me hit my ears, causing me to grimace. I went straight to the main room of the house where people were still danicng to the music, and scanned the room in order to find my friend so we could get ouf of here.

I needed to cool off, and most of all, I needed sleep. This day was too much to handle: Stephanie's drama in the afternoon, knowing that Michael was gone to New York for a couple of days, what happened with Prince, and finally, Milo who came out of the blue.
It was just too much stress for one person.

As Jer wasn't on the dancefloor, I went to the bar, and there he was, drunk as a skunk. He was with a couple of girls I didn't know, laughing his ass off while holding a glass of scotch in the air.

"To the best night of my life!" he slurred with a grin, before drinking his glass down in one.

I approched him and touched his arm slightly, and when his eyes fell on me, another wide grin appeared on his drunk face, "Oh look! This is my best friend!" he announced to the two girls, who looked at me with wide eyes, while he put his arm around my shoulders.

"Hi," I waved awkwardly. "Come on buddy, let's go home."

"Nah, have a drink with me first!" he joyfully exclaimed.

"I'm not in the mood, Jer. Please, come on. Becks is having issues," I explained, taking his hand that was hanging from my shoulders. "Say goodbye to your friends."

"Goodbye, friends! Momma wants me to go home," he laughed, and waved at the girls, barely standing on his own two feet.

First Prince, now Jer. Great.

I grabbed my coat from the hanger, and helped my friend all the way down to the car because he was barely able to walk straight ahead. In other circumstances, I would have found this hilarious, but at that moment, nothing seemed funny to me. Not even Jer's drunken speech.

When we got to the car, Becks and Milo were gone.

Of course.

"Come on buddy, let's go home," I whispered to Jer.

Of course, Becks was heavy on my mind because I was worried about her and angry at myself for what she had to do just to save my ass. I owed her big time on this.

Then, I realized that I couldn't drive, and Jer couldn't as well.

Funniest night of all time, right?

"Jer, come on! Be cooperative," I whined, as I try to help him stay on his own two feet.

"Oooo June, I think we forgot someone," Jer giggled, while I was opening the passenger's door of the vehicle for him.

No shit?

"No, everybody's here," Becks voice said behind us, and I turned around in a swift motion, letting go of Jer in the process, which caused him to fall on the ground.

"Ow," is the only thing Jer said before he passed out on the cold concrete.

Becks chuckled a bit, and helped me to put Jer on the back seat of the car.

"Isn't he supposed to be a doctor? He should know better than anyone else what are the effects of alcohol."

"Becks? I-I don't understand. What did you say to Milo so that he let you go?" I asked, utterly confused, as we were pushing Jer in the car, while he groaned in annoyance.

"What do you think? He's corrupted."

"You gave him money?"

"Yup."

"What a motherfucker," I rolled my eyes, slamming the door shut, which caused another groan from Jer.

"Come on, let's take you guys home."

"Wait, Becks," I stopped her in her tracks, taking her by the arm gently. "Thank you...You know, for defending me."

"This night was already shitty for you, I didn't want another motherfucker to make is messier," she explained, shrugging, a small smile on her face.

"What do you mean?" I frowned in confusion.

"Let's go home," she gently said, touching my arm slightly.

***

It was three in the morning when we arrived in front of my condo in Montecito, and Jer was fast asleep on the backseat, snoring like a pig. I slightly laughed at him, before letting a huge sigh out, letting my head fall lazily on the headrest. Becks stopped the engine, and turned her head to look at me.

"I should stay here too," she gently said, patting my knee.

"No, I'm good, Becks. Really, it's no big deal."

"Come on, that's a big bad lie and you know it," she pointed a finger at me.

"I'm fine, Becks," I smiled a bit.

"You just learned that Prince, the man you thought cared about you; the man you thought was your friend; betrayed you. To top it all, you almost got arrested by that freaky cop again. You can't be entirely fine."

"I still can't believe you heard me tell at Prince."

"A lot of people did," she declared, twisting her mouth.

"Oh God," I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "I hope nobody saw what happened with Milo."

"I don't think so. I didn't see anybody, and we were quite far away from Eddie's house."

"Don't you think something's weird?" I asked, skeptical.

"What do you mean?" my manager frowned, turning her body to face me. 
"Milo. There's something I don't get. I don't get how he knew who you were. I mean, he knows you because you're the one who paid my bail the other day, but he didn't know you were my manager. I never specified this to him," I declared, looking at my manager with a confused expression on.

"You visibly did or he read it in the press. How would he know that?"

"Maybe he's spying on me. I mean, Los Angeles is not his county. He works in the Santa Barbara county, he didn't have to be on duty here. How did he know I was going to Eddie's party? I didn't even know myself I'd be going there."

Becks thought about this for a few seconds, looking blanky into space. When she realized what I just said, she looked at me with concern in her eyes.

"So you think he's stalking you?"

"I remember him telling me that 'this' between the both of us wasn't over before we both left the police station the other day. So yeah, I think he may stalk me and try to get me back to jail."

"Aren't you just being paranoid about all of this? I mean, maybe it was only a coincidence."

"That'd be a a huge coincidence, don't you think? Milo being in Beverly Hills late at night? Just a few meters away from Eddie's? This ain't a coincidence. I'm telling you this."

"I didn't see things like this," Becks sighed, and looked at me with a new emotion on her face: concern. "Why would he do that? Why does he hate you this much? And most importantly... W—What are you gonna do?"

"I really have no idea," I admitted, rubbing my forehead. "I guess I can't do much."

"But we need to do something. This guy is going to stalk you for the rest of your life, and you don't want this motherfucker to ruin your wedding now, do you?"

"What do you suggest?"

"We should stalk him to see if he stalks you. We need to know why he hates you."

"He probably hates me for being famous or I don't know... He said that he didn't like Michael, so maybe thats the reason. Anyways, I don't have time to run after him. I have too much on my plate already."

"I could do it," my friend shrugged nonchalantly.

"He knows who you are, and-- wait, don't you have a job?"

"I can do it, June. Seriously. Who else?"

I thought about the question for a long minute, just staying quiet there in the car. Becks did the same, and try to think about it as well, while the only sound we could hear was Jer's snoring.

"I guess you're probably right," I gave up, and let out a huge sigh. "I'm so tired of this."

"You'll get through this, you know you always do," she soothed, giving me a reassuring bright smile. "I'm sure the Jackson army is going to help you get better. More precisely Soldier Michael," she winked at me to lighten the mood, and I chuckled.

"You know it," I smiled. "Makes me think I gotta call Katherine and Joseph about the--," I stopped in the middle of my sentence when I remembered something Joseph told me a few days earlier. "Wait.'

"What?"

"I remember my father-in-law said something to me."

"Who, Joseph?" Becks asked, raising both of her eyebrows.

"Duh? Who else, Becks?" I answered in a matter-of-factly tone. "Of course, Joseph."

"I didn't know he was the kind of man to talk," she shrugged, and I gave her a look. "But nevermind. What did he say? You zoned out, now you got me curious."

"He offered me a private detective. For Paulina."

"A private detective, really?" She snorted.

"Yes."

"For Paulina? But Milo isn't Paulina," she pointed out, and I rolled my eyes.

"But Milo has a problem with me, and I have to discover why he's so obssessed in making my life a living hell. Maybe he could stalk the two of them. You know, two birds, one stone."

"Ask him to stalk Prince too, while you're at it," my manager snorted, and once again, I gave her a look. "I mean, do you realize how freaky this sounds? Asking a professional to stalk people?"

"They're the freaky ones, and I don't need anybody to stalk Prince. He's not my number one preoccupation," I said, not believing my own words. "Right now, I just wanna go to sleep, and I'll give a call to Joseph after my meeting with the wedding planner."

"And don't forget to go at Caleb's. You need to get your newbies back together. With all that happened, you don't need anymore bad publicity," she explained, switching into manager mode.

"I'll make it, and bring my kiddos back together. I promise you this," I sincerely said with a small smile, flashes from the good moments I had with all of them invading my mind.

"Good," she smiled back before looking at the back seat. "Now would you take your friend out of my car? He's drooling everywhere," Becks said in a disgusted tone.

"Sure, but I might need some help to do that."

"Nah! Me can walk!" Jer exclaimed joyfully, suddenly waking up. "We're here? Great!"

Becks and I looked at each other, the same confused and amused expression on our faces. We laughed at Jer when he got out of the car and struggled to ride the stairs before we said our goodbyes.

***

While Jer was in the bathroom because he "needed to pee before he wet his pants", I took my coat off, set my purse on the kitchen table, and took a bottle of apple juice out of the fridge. As I was about to sit down at the kitchen island, I noticed I had a message on my voicemail from afar, so I went into the living room to check it out.

"Hey baby girl," Michael's voice echoed through the appartment. "If you're listening to this, that means you're home and safe, and that's just great. I was just calling to tell you I landed safely here. The house is so empty without you, it's weird to be here by myself," he announced, and I pouted, wishing I could be there with him. In our house. "So um, I have a meeting tomorrow morning at eight, another one at one in the afternoon, and then I have another kind of meeting with a certain Timmy. Does this name ring a bell?" Michael asked, and I could hear the smile he had on through his words. "I'll call you tomorrow so that you can tell me all about the movie and the premiere. Oh, and also so you can tell me what's the wedding planner like! I'm so excited about this," he chuckled to himself, and a grin slowly appeared on my face at my fiancé's sweet voice and words. "I miss you already, and I can't wait to hear your voice tomorrow. Good night, sweetheart. I love you very much," he finished by making a kissing noise at the very end of his vocal message, and I was sent on cloud nine just because of this little attention Michael had towards me.

I looked at the clock on the wall, and it indicated three thirty in the morning, meaning it was six thirty in New York, and meaning that Michael was certainly up. I picked up the phone and dialed the number of our house in The Hamptons, taking a quick look at the bathroom's door where Jer was visibly still in.

At the same time, I was excited to hear Michael's voice, but I didn't know if I should tell him everything that happened during the night. Sadly, I didn't have much time to think about it, because Michael picked up the phone at the second ringtone.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, handsome," I greeted him, a smile instantly appearing on my face.

"Baby girl? What are you doing up at uh... three thirty in the morning?" Michael asked, concerned.

Okay, if he worries about my sleep, then I shouldn't tell him about Milo and Prince just now, and ruin his day, I thought to myself.

"I just got home, actually," I declared, taking the hook of the phone and sat on the couch. "Eddie invited us over at his house because he threw an after party there."

"Oh, how was it? Did you have fun? Did you see people you know?"

Of course, yes! I saw Prince, and guess what? He was wasted as fuck and we argued. Oh, and apparently, he came into my life to ruin our relationship because Frank DiLeo asked him to!

"Uh yeah, it was a great party. And I saw Sylvester Stallone there, that's pretty much all," I said, and changed topic quickly. "Did I wake you? I just listened to your vocal message."

"No, I've been up since six. I just got out of the shower."

"I'm glad I didn't wake you. You need sleep, honey."

"Then stop keeping me up at night," he joked, and I smiled at this.

"God knows how hard it is for me to keep my hands for myself when you're next to me," I pouted, playing with the phone cord.

"And only God knows why."

"Michael Joe Jackson," I warned, as I knew what he meant by that.

"I didn't say anything!"

"But I know what you're thinking, and this is all wrong. You're more handsome than words could tell, inside and out. You're the sexiest man on this planet, so stop thinking otherwise."

"Are you going to repeat that forever?"

"Until the day I die, and until you start believing it. So yes, forever."

"I really can't wait to get married to you," he said, and my heart fluttered.

"Me neither. I am really excited about meeting the wedding planner tomorrow. I have so much ideas in mind!" I excitedly said with a grin. "I wish you could be there, though."

"Me too. But you know what I want, right? I just want it to be at Neverland, you can do whatever you want then. I know it'll be perfect anyhow because I'm marrying you."

"Oh, baby. Stop making me miss you even more," I whined.

"Sorry," he chuckled softly. "Oh, did I mention that I was picking up Tim from school later today? And I'm invited for dinner at the Grey's tonight!"

"My mother invited you for dinner  and you're spending time with my godson. Okay, I'm jealous now," I joked. I was actually so happy and a little moved to see that Michael was getting along with my family so well.  "You're excited?"

"I'm really nervous," he laughed at himself. "I mean, I still feel like I need to show them that I'm the right man for you."

"You don't. They love you, bab--"

"Juuuuuuuune! I'm gonna puke!" Jer cut me off by his whines coming from the bathroom.

"Who's that?" Michael asked right away.

"This is my best drunk-ass friend," I explained, standing up from the couch. "I gotta go. This stupid ass is gonna ruin my bathroom with his vomit."

"Don't say that. You love him to pieces."

"I know," I smiled, as Jer called my name once again. "I'm coming!" I yelled back at my best friend. "I'll call tonight when you're home from your dinner with my mom and Damon, alright?"

"Okay. Have a good day, honey."

Oh, I'm sure this day is going to start well, but I'm not sure how it'll end, I thought, thinking about the visit I had to give Caleb after my meeting with the wedding planner.

"You too. I love you," I truthfully said.

"I love you more, baby girl. Bye now."

As soon as I hung up, I made my way to the bathroom where Jer had his head in the toilets, as he was throwing up.

What a great way to start a day!

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A/N: I have a question for native English speakers here. Do you walk past someone, or passed someone? This may sound like a silly question, but I'm sure I make the mistake all the time. Can someone enlighten me about it?

Thanks for reading, I love you all!