Chapter 34

James takes me to the private jet after I quickly throw random things into my suitcase. I settle in one of the seats and sigh, crying again.

There's one question I can't answer: How could I have been so stupid?

James put the jet on auto-pilot and comes to sit next to me.

"Hey, it's alright. You shouldn't beat yourself up about it," He advices.

"I can't help it. Michael is always so perfect and I can't stop screwing things up with him."

James hands me a napkin and I wipe my tears and clean my nose.

Not only am I crying about Michael, but Luis too. What am I gonna do?

"Everything will work out. Even though this flight is over five hours, I'll get you there in less than three."

That gets a smile out of me. "Thank you James," I say.

"It's nothing." He gives me a smile before going back to pilot the plane.

I decide to close my eyes and sleep, and of course my mind drifts to Michael.

--

I open and rub my eyes and see James come to wake me.

"Oh, you're already up, good. We're in Mexico City," He says.

I get up and thank him, and he helps me down the jet.

"Where's Michael?" I ask.

I feel big hands come behind me and snake around my hips.

I turn around and Michael is wearing an uncertain smile.

"Hey," he whispers.

I break down into tears and he picks me up, hugging me tight. I drop my luggage and wrap my legs around his waist.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. You must hate me, I know. I would hate me too.."

Michael shushes me and I burry my head in his chest.

"I know I always tell you nothing's impossible, but hating you is." He says while stroking my hair.

"Stop it."

He immediately stops stroking my hair, and pulls back to look at me.

"What?"

"Stop being so good to me. It makes me feel like crap." I wipe my tears.

"Uhh, I have to show you something though."

He carries me toward the hotel through the back way and the kitchen. His bodyguards make sure that nobody's going up or down either of the elevators before we go up to our rooms. James brings my luggage up.

"Michael, I'm really sorry," I sigh when he sets me on the bed in a sitting position.

He kisses me very softly, more of brushing his lips against mine.

"Quit apologizing, and listen to this."

He pulls a guitar from behind the bed and sits next to me. He smiles and starts strumming the guitar, humming before singing.

"Como la brisa

Tu voz me acaricia

Y pregunto por ti

Cuando amanece

"Tu amor aparece

Y me hace feliz

Me conoces bien

Y sabes tambien

"Que nadie te querra

Como yo

Tu me haces sentir

Deseos de vivir,

Junto a ti por siempre

"Tu amor es mi suerte

Tu voz me llama

Tu eres quien gana

En mi corazon

Porque me has dado

"Algo sagrado

Con tu pasion

Me conoces bien

Y sabas tambien

"Que no puedo vivir sin tu amor

Y cuando no estas

No hay felicidad

Mi vida no es vida

"Si tu te vas

Todo mi amor eres tu

Todo mi amor eres tu

Cuando no estas

"No hay quien me de lo

Que das tu

Pues todo mi amor eres tu

Noche de estrellas

"Haz que me quiera

Como a ella yo

De madrugada

Ven que te espera

"Todo mi amor

Soy joven, lo se

Pero siento que

Te quiero y sola

Viva por ti

Me conoces bien

Y sabes tambien

"Que yo no puedo

Vivir sin tu amor

Todo mi amor eres tu

Ooh

Todo mi amor eres tu

"Cuando no estas

No hay quien me de

Lo que das tu

Pues todo mi amor eres tu

"Cambiaremos al mundo manana

Cantaremos sobre lo que fue

Y diremos adios a la tristeza

Es mi vida y

Quiero estar junto a ti

"Todo mi amor eres tu

Todo mi amor eres tu

"Cuando no estas

No hay quien me de lo que das tu

Todo mi amor eres tu

Todo mi amor eres tu..."

He strums the guitar a little while more and ends on a beautiful chord left ringing in my ears.

"I didn't know you could speak Spanish Mr. Jackson," I tease.

"Oh yeah, fluently," He giggles.

"Say something else then."

"Umm... rojo?"

I laugh. "Basic, but I'll give you that. Tú eres el mejor novio del mundo," I smile.

"Remind me what that means again?" He says.

"You are the best boyfriend ever," I translate.

"Oh right! Of course. Just had a little brain freeze."

"I'm sure you did," I smirk and take the guitar from him, strumming random strings.

"I could teach you how to play." Michael suggests.

"And I could give you Spanish lessons to 'refresh your memory' in exchange."

"Deal," We seal it with a kiss.

Michael takes the guitar from me and returns it to where he got it before laying down.

"Get some sleep, I've got this whole week planned."

I change into some comfy clothes I brought along and lay next to him while he shuts off the lights.

"Te amo," I whisper while closing my eyes.

"I love you too."

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Chapter 34!

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