This dinner was not what I expected it to be. I thought they were supposed to be getting along but instead they were just throwing passive aggressive insults at each other. Prince was starting to get irritated on the count of his eye twitching. Not bad enough for you to notice but I've seen that eye twitch before and I knew nothing good would come of it. I remember being slapped after that eye twitch. Ms. Sunshine over there, who I was surprised he was dating, was throwing in her loopy two cents. Michael was cuddling and kissing me in an sad attempt to make Prince jealous ,but I don't know why. Prince doesn't see me that way. At least not anymore.

"I fucked her." I dropped my fork. I couldn't believe my ears. I shot my eyes at Prince. Who was looking at Michael satisfied look on his face. I looked over at Michael and he had frozen mid bite.

"Who?" Michael asked, setting down his fork and from the tone of his voice he knew exactly what the answer was.

Prince nodded his head towards me. I gave him a shutup look. He only shrugged at me, and went back to eating his salmon. I put my hands over my mouth, to hold back any screaming or crying I would do. I didn't wanna cause a scene in this restaurant. The media would be all over it. Michael looked at me, threw his napkin on the table, and stormed out. I watched him walk all the way outside before turning my attention back to Prince.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I kicked him again.

"Snugglepuff what's going on?"

"Shutup bitch." I put my hand up in her face. "Why the hell would you say something like that?!" I turned my attention back to Prince.

"That self righteous asshole had it coming. He has the audacity to come in here thinking that he's better than me. Come on Jasmyn. Me?!? I can perform circles around his stale ass act. We get it Michael you can moonwalk. Do it in heels bitch." He took a bite of his food. I palmed my face, all I could think about was how much Michael is going to yell at me when we gets home and no amount of pouting will get me out of this one. Maybe sex? Nah that won't work either. I'll be lucky if he doesn't take this ring.

"You just ruined my relationship." I said kicking him again. He threw his utensils in frustration, the loud clang made a few people turn to look at us.

"Well maybe it wasn't that strong to begin with?" He said harshly. No sense or remorse in his eyes. I gasped at him and threw my napkin down.

"I'm leaving."

"Fine." he said dryly.

"Fine!" I shot back.

"Fine!!"

"Fine!!!"

"Fine." he said. We both squinted at each other.

"FINE" we yelled simultaneously.

"Maybe if you guys just -"

"NOT NOW!!" we both yelled at her and she put her arms up in surrender. Crossing our arms and we watched each other across the table. I pursed my lips and started pouting. He started mimicking me.

"Your a child."

"Your a child." he mocked me in a high voice.

"I don't sound like that..."

"I don't sound like that." He rolled his eyes at me, as if he had the right to be irritated. I groaned.

"I love you." he smiled. I scoffed and left the table.

I got in the limo and saw Michael sitting on the other side of me, looking out the window.

"Hey Michael.."

He didn't respond.

"Baby I-"

"Not right now." He put his hand up silencing me. I stayed quiet the entire ride home. He walked over to my side and opened my door. I tried to speak to him but he gave me a gesture to the door. I knew I was in a ton of trouble. But he couldn't be that mad he was still being a gentleman.

As soon as I heard the door close behind me. I bolted up the stairs and ran into my bedroom. Making sure I locked the door behind me, I pressed my ear to the door and with every step he took up the stairs, my heart beat further and further out of my chest.

"Jasmyn..open this door right now." he knocked on the door. His voice was gentle for some reason, but I still didn't trust him.

"No!"

"Jasmyn open this door. I just wanna talk."

"No your gonna yell at me."

"That may be a possibility."

"Michaaeell!" I whined. He started laughing which scared me even further, because only crazy people laugh when they are angry. That usually leads to murder.

"Baby girl open the door." he sighed. "Honestly I just wanna talk."

"You promise?" I had my hand on the handle, ready to turn it.

"I promise."

I opened the door with my dumb ass, he ran in and tackled me sending up flying over the railing and back onto the bed, where he pinned my arms down.

"Ok." Michael said trying to catch his breathe. "Now I want you to tell me the truth."

"MICHAEL GET THE FUCK OFF ME!!" I yelled, fighting to get out but I couldn't.

"No because I know you'll start pouting and you can't pout if you can't cross your arms. I wanna have an adult conversation with you about this." I looked at him like he was insane, so you run in my room and pin me down on the bed and you want to have an adult conversation.

"Michael I won't pout get off me." He sighed and picked me up, sitting me up on his lap, straddling him. We sat there in silence for a bit and as I was looking into Michael's eyes a wave of disappointment glazed over them. He didn't look angry he just looked hurt. My nose started to tingle and I felt tears threatening to fall.

"Michael I'm sorry I-" He shushed me because my voice started cracking horribly.

"It's fine it's fine. I'm not mad at you. I can't be mad at you baby." He rubbed the the tears off my cheeks.. "I can't be mad at you." he whispered lowly.

"Yes you can Michael. I did it I knew exactly what I was doing and I-I did it because I was mad at you and I-"

"Shhhhhh" He pulled my head close to his so our foreheads touched and stroked my hair. Which calmed me down and my breathing started to slow.

"Look, I can't blame you for what you did. This is what I get huh?" he let out a tired chuckle and kissed my forehead.

"I'm so sorry Michael. I should've told you. You should've heard this from me. Not at some dinner I forced you to go to."

"Well you were very convincing, if you know what I mean." I hit him on the chest and pulled away from him.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry." He pulled me back close to him. I was still on top of him with my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close so that there was no room in between us. "When I was little and my brothers and I would fight my mom would always say, 'and eye for an eye'. Meaning the punishment must for the crime equally. So yes, it hurts that you slept with him but babydoll. I deserve it and honestly I can't blame you."

"Yes you can Michael stop being so sweet." He kissed me, very slowly, very deeply. So passionate that it took my breath away.

"Nope." he said simply. "But I do have one question."

"What's that?" I asked still in a daze from the kiss.

"How was he?" My eyes shot open and I pulled my head back from him.

"What??"

"Was he better than me?"

"Michael you can't be serious." He stared at me with a blank face, proving that he was in fact dead serious.

"I don't know. It was like 2 years ago. What do you want me to do fuck him again for comparison." He shrugged at me at me, staring off in space for thought.

"Jas?"

"Yeah?"

"Front or Back?"

"What are you ta-"

"Front. or. Back." he grabbed my wrist. He still hasn't looked up from his thoughts and his tone sounded stern. Which scares me a bit.

"Uhmmmm front" He bit his lip and looked up at me. I knew that look anywhere. And it made me want to drop my panties right here. He nodded his head towards the bathroom and raised his eyebrows. My eyes went wide and I felt myself throbbing at the thought of what we could do in there. In a nice hot bubble bath. He gave me a slap on the ass and that sent me into high gear and scrambled off the bed.