A/N: I am so sorry for the long update. It's just not like me. I've been having some more family issues, and I was busy. I'm sorry, super sorry. Oh, by the way, its official! I wrote the ideas down for my sequel, it'll bs called "The Hate List" and I bet you guys will love the drama, the plot twists, and everything. I love you guys!

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Layla's POV

I slid slowly against my door and sighed heavily to myself. Butterflies and emotions flooded my whole being.

Could I be falling in love?

I ran my fingers through my kinked up hair. I hope Michael doesn't try to break my heart, like Gordy. I rolled my eyes at the thought. Fuck him.

Did I not mention Gordy to Michael?

Nope, I can't tell him just yet.

I got back up, and thought of the wonderful date me and Michael were about to have. I cant believe I'm going to an Olive Garden! That'll be fun! I make everything fun anyways so.

I got back up, and proceeded to my closet. Olive Garden sounds like it's for fancy folk, so I have to dress fancy, but casual.

I sighed heavily, making my lips clap together. I looked at the array of clothes that my mom recently bought. I slid each hanger examining each potential outfit.

Nope.

Nope.

Nope.

My eyes bulged at this cute outfit. It was a grey nit top, cropped of course, with a matching pencil skirt to match, how cute!

I squealed excitedly at this change. I'm so happy I don't have to wear my old raggedy clothes.

I squatted down to the array of shoes and picked these classy heels. They had a strap above the toes, and at the ankle. Also, they had this supporter for your heels.

I threw my shoes, and grey outfit carelessly on the floor, and looked for some jewelry.

I walked back in the closet and went to this shelf that had a vast amount of jewelry. I picked up gold watch. I caressed it gently, remembering last night's events.

This was Maria's watch. The one my mom stole.

I chuckled lightly to myself, and threw the watch with my other clothes.

I heard the bathroom door unclick, making my mother's presence known.

She was drying her long hair with the towel. "Hey baby, what's that?" She pointed at my small clump of clothes.

I chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of my neck. "Me and Michael are going to olive garden." I smiled at her.

Her nose shriveled, and she clasped her lips together. "Ew, I hate olives." She scoffed.

I scoffed with her. "That's what I thought too, but he says it's a place that serves pasta, and that sounds delicious." I told her while liking up my clothes.

She walked over to the bed turning on the tv. "Well, have fun, and don't do anything you'll regret okay? Go get ready." She told me, while she clicked through the channels.

"Okay mom." I giggled, as I picked up the last of my things.

I opened up my bathroom door, and set the clothes in the toilet seat neatly.

Once I exited, I walked over to the dresser to get my record player. I carried it lightly in my arm as I trotted to the bathroom. I locked the door shut and plopped on the floor.

I used my fingernails to file through my records. "Aha!" I said to myself.

I picked up the Legend Album by Bob Marley.

I absolutely adore reggae. I put the record on the top of the toilet, and let the lyrics play.

"I want to love you, and treat you right. I want to love you, every day and every night. We'll be together, with a roof right over our heads. We'll share the shelter, of my single bed. We'll share the same room, yeah. For jah provide the bread. Is this love, is this love, is this love, is this love that I'm feelin?" I sang along with Bob marley, as I de-robed myslef.

I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled, before hoping in the shower.

The warm droplets of water beaded on my skin. I grabbed my wash cloth and began to take my light make up off, leaving my natural caramel skin. I lathered my soap and watched as the dirt and grime sprialed into the drain.

I washed up a couple times more, before turning off my showever.

I grabbed a towel, and dried off my limbs and toes.

I stepped out and my feet were tickled by this plush rug. Something I'm not quite used to really.

I dried off completely in he mirror, and covered my whole body in lotion.

I put on some black underwear, and a black lace bra.

I turned around and looked at my bottom. The underwear says number one on them.

I giggled slightly to myself before putting on my grey pencil skirt, and grey shirt. It wasn't cropped rediculously, it showed about an inch of stomach, and the skirt met my knees.

My toes were already painted white from a couple days ago, so I just went with that. I slipped on my heels and began to wobble slightly.

Oh hell.

I stood up as straight as I could, and I looked in the mirror. I tried to step back and look at most of my body, but I stepped on my lip gloss with my heels, and fell on my bottom.

"Owie." I rubbed my backside.

I heard foot steps stampeding to were I was. Someone was knocking on the door lightly. I tried to get up again, but I fell.

Again.

I grasped the door knob on the floor, as I laid on my stomach. I'm so pathetic.

Once the door opeened. I saw my mother with a confused expression.

I looked a little closer and saw Michael looking just as confused as my mom did.

He looks absolutely dashing.

He had a black button up, with some black slacks, and gorgeous dress shoes. Not quite loafers, but there the ones you usually wear to churh.

His hair looks manually curled, and his hair was slightly fluffed up, like at the award show that he attended with Eddie Murphy. It was headlined in Kenya. His carmel skin glistened from the bright lights in my hotel.

He walked closer to me and waved his hands in my face. "You okay Layla?" He asked me softly.

I shook my head rapidly. "Yeah. I was trying to walk in heels, and I fell on the floor." I confessed.

I heard my mom snicker at me. "Pathetic."

Funny, That's what I thought.

I stuck my tongue at her. "At least I have a date." I winked at her.

She rolled her eyes playfully and walked to the bed.

"Come in Michael, I was just getting ready to do my hair." I rekoned him inside.

He raised his brows. "Where am I supposed to sit?"

I pointed at the toilet. "You're house right there." I snickered.

He scoffed at me, as he walked in. "My house is fine as wine."

I rolled my eyes at him, while looking in the mirror. "Yeah sure, and it smells like poop too."

"It must've been yours then." He retorted.

I gasped slightly, and pushed his arm playfully. "That wasn't me. My poop smells like flowers." I giggled.

"If that's the case, Donald trumps breath smells like candy canes." He sarcastically said.

I giggled at his comment. "That's you're best friend, hush. You guys took pictures together."

He scoffed irratably. "Whateber, not untill I found out what he was about. Racist bastard. A wall?" He rolled his eyes.

I sighed in annoyance. "Yeah I know, he can't send us immagrants out. I am not going no where." I told him.

He sighed loudly, purposely. "Girls take forever in the bathroom. I'm going to be in here for ages."

I waved my hand at him disregarding what he said. "Maybe these snobbish Americans do, but I do not. I'm almost don't actually." I told him, while laying my edges.

I pulled out some hair dryer that the hotel provided for us. I put some of my homemade aloe jell I got from Africa, that I made of course; and put it on my hair. I did not want heat damage.

I heard that it isn't pretty.

I put the dryer on hi, and began to blow dry my hair. To pass time, I had a conversation with Michael, who was watching me with great intesity.

"What?" I smiled inncoently.

"You look breath taking Layla, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. You were too busy falling in here." He giggled; looking down at his shoes.

"Well," I started, blow drying the back of my head. "You look amazing yourself. You look dashing." I smiled.

He looked up at me and blushed slightly, turning a small shade of crimson red. "Thank you Lays."

I smiled brightly at him. "No problem Mike and ike."

He laughed slightly at my nickname. "Why are our nick names the name of food?" He asked me, twiddling his thumbs.

"Well, all you do is eat chips, so there's my nickname." I breathed, smiling.

I turned off my blow dyer and faced him. "And you're sweet like candy so you're name is Mike and ike." I inched closer to him.

He put a finger on my lips, right before I was about to kiss him. "Not uh madusa, take those snakes out of your hair." He laughed loudly.

I pulled back and pouted in the mirror; taking down my rods. "That's why you have a flat butt."

He got up, and put his warm hands around my waste, looking in the mirror at me. "That's not what my fans said." He winked at him.

I laughed loudly at the mention of his fans. I'm one of them.

He really doesn't have a flat butt, I'm just making fun of him.

I took the flexi rods outs of my head, one by one. My hair layed down perfectly surpassing my shoulders. I was happy with the way it turned out.

I twisted the sides of my hair, and pinned them down with Bobby pins. "I'm ready Michael." I turned around to face him. "Can I have my kiss."

He grabbed my face, and the meet of my neck softly, taking charge. "Certainly." He whispered, tickling my lips.

He crashed his lips on to mine. Electricity curcuited through my whole entire body. His tongue brushed against my lips softly, tasting of mint. I smiled lightly against his lips as he forced me on the wall. He took his hands off of my face and let his hands roam other parts of my body.

I sighed heavily as he grasped my breast. I could feel myself getting hot and heated. He pulled away, and planted soft kisses on my neck, making me gasp. He found my sweet spot right away. I used my free hand to rub my hands slowly down his back.

He bit my neck softly, making me moan slightly. He planted more slobby wet kisses on my jaw line before meeting my lips again. He smiled against my lips, and I giggled in response.

"Michael." I moaned softly, as he kissed my neck once more. "We have to go. We can finish this another time."

He came up, and looked into my soul with his beautiful, almond shaped eyes. "Okay. Bet." He told me, in a deep voice.

That's it. Time to change panties.

Right before I was about to respond, my mom banged on the door. "Alright you little hoes. Your ride is outside. Bill let me know, and he said he will escort you or some fancy stuff like that." I heard her muffle through the door.

Me and Michael busted out laughing. "We aren't hoes." I said, as I opened the door.

"Michael, wipe her lip gloss off your lips honey." She said, teasing.

Michael gasped and covered his lips. "Sorry Ms. Nancy." He told her sincerly.

She shrugged lightly, taking a bite out of the sandwich in her hand. "It's not my fault I have fine children." She giggled, pushing Michael softly.

I looked at Michael, and he didn't blush a lot this time. He's getting comfortable, and that's great. "Ready to go?" I held out my arm.

"Let's dosie doe partner." He goofily said, in in a Southern accent.

Bill was waiting paciently at the door, for me and Michael.

My mother giggled at our sense of humour. She pulled me to the side before me and Michael walked out. "Next time, be more quiet. I can hear you and Michael you know?" She scolded, wagging her finger at me.

I guess Michael heard and he turned beet red. He covered his face with his hands, and began to sigh nervously.

I chuckled nervously at my mom and kissed her on the cheek. "Okay, bye!" I smiled.

Me and Michael were about to go arm in arm, until he pulled out his signature paper bag disguise. He placed it softly on my head. "Now i'm Ready." He said through the bag.

Michael put his head back slightly, raising his eyebrows. "Good job Mike." He patted his head.

I laughed at bill, and closed the door.

"Michael, you ready to go back to tour next month?" Bill asked, walking casualy with us.

Michael turned to face us. The paper bag on his face made things a thousand times funnier. "Well, I hate to tour. I hate waking up early, and sleeping late. I don't like to fly, and I hate being mobbed. But it's a labour of love, I miss my fans." He nodded through his bag.

Me and bill looked at each other before laughing hysterically.

"I just," I wheezed, clutching my stomach.

"We can't take you serious." Me and bill said simotaneuosly.

Michael crossed his arms over his chest. "Well thanks." He sarcastically said.

We all giggled with each other, as we walked down the stairs, entering the lobby.

We got a few stares because of Michael, and his paper bag.

I pressed my small hands against the glass, and attempted to open the door for Michael and bill. However, Michael stopped me.

"Let me. " He opened the door.

I laughed at him, as he tried to be professional. The bag just ruined it all.

"I got you two, dark seats at this booth in the back of the restaurant. They're late night reservations as well so they're will be little to no people. So Michael, you can take the bag off after you order." Bill imformed.

"He's going to scare the lady with that bag on his face." I teased, poking him.

"No, my real face would tho." He giggled sharply. But deep down inside, I could hear pain in his voice.

I didn't have any immediate words so I embraced him tightly. "You're no ugly okay, you're handsom." I muffled into his shirt.

He smelled heavenly.

"And your butt isn't that flat!" Bill chimed in.

I relinquished him, and I could feel him smiling, I didn't have to see it.

"You guys are the best!" He cheered. "Let's go eat!"

He walked in front of us and sat inside the car. Bill sat in the passengers side, and I sat in the back with michael. The cold leathery seats chilled my skin.

Michael finally took the bag off, showing his beautiful face. "You cold?" He asked sincerly.

I nodded in affirmation. "Yeah."

"Okay." He started. "Just use your hot dragon breath to warm yourself up."

My mouth went agape as I fought the smile creeping on my face. Michael wriggled his eyebrows at me. "You're a bum." I laughed.

"I'm an adorable bum." He crossed his arms, smirking.

"Whateber helps you sleep at night." I shrugged my shoulders.

We laughed slightly as bill made the engine revv up.

We were on our way.

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Michaels POV

I watched as Layla laid down on my shoulder. I held her hand in mine and she smiled at me.

We sat in comftarable silence as bill pulled into the Olive Garden parking lot.

I have to say, I've quite enjoyed living like a normal person with layla. I haven't been mobbed since the day I met her. Bill came to a stop rught I front of the double doors.

Layla sat up lighly, and smiled at me. "You ready to go?"

I smiled back. "Sure am lays."

Bill got out and opened the door for Layla. I scooted on her side and slid out.

"Be careful Mike. Its 9pm, Call me when you're ready to go." He informed.

Me and Layla nodded at him. Bill waved at us before getting back into his car. We waved back and headed to the restaurant.

I put my paper bag on my head. I looked out of the small hole to see the olive gardens bright grapes illuminating the parkway. The dark night sky had stars scattered across it. "It's beautiful." I gasped in disbelief.

Layla gave my hand a squeeze. "It is. Okay I'm hungry can we go?" She rushed.

"You're not an outside person are you?" I faced her, ad we walked to the doors.

"I am." She nodded. "But I love to eat, and read even more."

I laughed at her honest repose and held the door open for her.

"Thanks FBM." She winked.

The cold air conditioning chilled my skin. The air seeped through my thin dress shirt and it affected Layla as well. "Who's FBM?" I smiled at her through my bag.

She ripped her gaze from the scenery and faced me. "Flat boots mike." She laughed.

"Should've known." I shrugged, laughing with her.

We walked further into the olive garden, passing a lot of empty tables. There were maybe 3 or 4 customers. And they were on the verge of leaving.

All the dark booths in the back were vacant, and I took we took a seat in one of them. I took the bag off of my face and placed it into my pocket for later.

Once I sat down, I grabbed the menue. Besides it was a bell that says Ring For Service. I tapped the bell a couple times before having a waiter accompany us, almost immediatley.

"Hello, welcome to olive garden would you ike our shrimp scampi special." She asked politely, getting her pencil and pen ready.

I shook my head softy. "No thank you ma'am, but I would like the ladies to order first." I smiled at her.

"No problem." She winked at me.

Strange.

Layla's POV

I know that this 3 shilling hooker is not winking at my man.

No ma'am.

She rolled her eyes slightly before asking me what I wanted.

"Okay, sir, I mean ma'am." I slipped up on purpose.

"I'll order for us. Me and him will have the steak, the chicken stir fry, and a tall glass of lemonade with a shot of vodka in each." I said bluntly.

She wrote everything down angrily. I ordered for both of us so that she has no reason to talk to him.

"Anything else miss?"

"Yeah, make sure my steak is well, done and Michael what about you?" I kissed his cheek, looking at the waitress.

"I don't have time for this ma'am." She aggravatedly said.

I scoffed. "Your a waiter, and your job is to wait."

"I'll have a well done steak was well Lays." Michael blushed, as I silently made my traitor over him.

He's so clueless, its adorable.

"Have that down?" I taunted.

She nodded at me. She was about to walk away before I halted her.

"Make sure my man isn't on the menu." I winked at her before she walked away angrily.

Michael's POV

I watched as the lady walked away quite angry. I wonder what happened to her. Maybe it was Layla's last comment that got to her.

I turned my attention to Layla who was sitting bedsides me, with a smug look on her face.

"What?" I asked politely.

She sighed slightly. "You're too fine. That lady stared at you, and flirted at you and you didn't even know." She huffed.

I nudged her slightly. "I'm flattered, but not too flattered. I don't care about that lady Lays, she's all bones, where's her booty." I tried to cheer her up.

She giggled at my comment and loosened up. "Yeah I know. It's not your fault."

"Lets enjoy our night okay?" I caressed her face.

She nodded back and kissed the tip of my nose. I was about to go in and kiss her but the waiter cleared her throat. "Here's your stuff." She angrily set our stuff down.

"Okay bye." I shooed her away.

Layla snickered at her, making her walk away.

When she was gone, we both laughed hysterically!

"She looks like a lost cause." She laughed.

I laughed rocking back and fourth. "Tell me about it!"

Our laughed died down, and we turned our attention to our food.

I was about to dig into my steak but Layla smacked my hand. "We have to pray silly."

I cursed slightly to myself. "I'm sorry, I forgot. I hope god forgives me." I smiled slightly.

We went hand and hand and Kayla led us in prayer.

"Jesus wept." She said, as she let go of my hand.

I scoffed at her, and laughed. "Thats it?" I smiled.

"Oh hush, you're glad I didnt do a long prayer, you can eat now." She pointed at my food.

I looked at my plate and began to dig in. The steaks vast amount of seasoning danced on my tongue. And the noodle stir fry wasn't that bad either. I looked over to Layla, who seems to be enjoying her experience.

"This is good."she said, as she swallowed her food.

I nudged her lightly. "See, it's good right?"

She wiped her mouth and pulled my ear to her mouth. "Yes, but I can think of a million things that could be better." She whispered.

As she talked with her beautiful accent, it sent shivers down my spine. "Enlighten me."

She pulled back and bit her lip. "Hot chips, ice cream, fried chicken, blue berries, French fries." She listed.

I scoffed. "You sure do like to give wrong signals don't you Lays." I kissed her forehead.

I have to admit, it's cute.

She sighed heavily. "Yeah. But its because I have a secret."

I put all my attention to her. "What is it baby?" I asked, rubbing her arm.

She hesitated and sweated profusely under my stare. "Well I'm." She started.

Spit it out woman.

"I'm a virgin." She confessed.

I laughed loudly. "Oh shut up." I clutched my stomach.

I let my laughing die down before staring at her. She had a serious expression on her face, letting me know she was serious. "Oh, I'm sorry. You always play with me in serious moments." I defended, crossing my arms.

She sighed heavily, again. "Yeah, I'm an old virgin, a 28 year old one. "

I giggled slightly. "You sure don't dance and kiss like one."

She giggled with me. "I know, but I just want to share that moment with someone special to my heart." She confessed to me.

"Let me be that person." I quickly covered my mouth.

She looked up at me, giggling at my cowardness. "Are you suggesting we finish what we started." She winked.

I took my hands off my mouth, and nodded slowly, anticipating for her answer.

"Well." She dragged. "You killed for me, protected me, and you're mighty cute. Plus I kinda need to get laid soon." She contemplated her answers aloud.

They made me giggle, but I was quite embarrassed at the same time.

I took both her hands into mine. "You don't have to, if you don't want to." I smiled lightly, caressing the top of her hand with my thumbs.

"Yes." She smiled.

I raised my eyebrows. "Yes what?"

She leaned in and kissed my lips softly. "I want to spend one of the most important moments of my life with you. So yes, I'll give you my virginity." She smiled lightly, looking down at her legs.

I lifted her face up with my index finger. "Baby, you won't regret this. I will be with you forever. I'm make you a promise. I won't break your heart. If anything, people have broke mine. And if it makes you feel any better, I'm giving you my virginty too." Confessed to her, smiling lightly.

She Grabbed my face, and forced her lips on to mine. My mouth moved in sync with hers. She pulled back, making me gasp for air. She was my air.

"Come on," I reckoned. "Let's go finish what we started." I winked at her.

I combined 2 chapters into one. I copied and pasted, because, well I wanted this chapter to be long. I'm sorry for the prolonged update. Oh, also, thank you so much for being here for me, leaving your kind comments, and votes, and inboxes. You guys are like my world, and you're awesome! Also, I got one inbox asking me "why my book isn't professional, or why I reply to every comment." Well, its because you mean alot to me. And this book wasn't meant to be professional. It's entertainment. And I interact in this book, it's just another thing that makes this book special, so there's the answer to that chick. Well I hope you enjoyed. I'm starting chapter 23, and it'll be a heated chapter.

Well, I love you guys! I hope this update was good. Bye!

Kenny 💖