"I'll tell them to get the plane ready for you to go back to New York to tie up any loose ends." he says picking up the phone.
Oh yes. I did agree to stay here with him in California.
I've got to face reality again and deal with Jake back in New York
He hangs up the phone and turns back over to me.
"The plane will be ready in two hours." he says
"Ok. That gives me time to get ready and pack." I say

"Well..I was thinking that gives us time for one more round." he says to me turning me over on my back and pinning my arms up above my head. He gives my lips a quick lick and I moan.
I surrender myself to him.

Hours later I find myself back on Michael's private jet heading towards New York. I'm still sore from Michael's punishment of my pu*** earlier. He did hurt me a little but I didn't mind, it felt so good.

We land and I get into the limo and head towards my house. The driver helps me up the steps with my bags and sets them in front of my door.
"Thanks for everything Darryl." I say to him
"No problem Ms.Smith. Mr.Jackson is sending me back to get you in two days." he says to me.
"Ok. Take care. Have a safe trip back."
"Thanks Ms.Smith. See you soon."

I watch as the limo pulls away. I put my key in the lock and open the door. To my surprise Jake is standing there waiting for me with his hands behind his back.
"Hey baby. I've been trying to call you. Where have you been?" I ask him
He then pulls his hands from behind his back and my jaw drops.

"What the fu** is this?!" he asks holding up my signed copy of Moonwalker open to the page where Michael has written his phone number. He looks angry, really angry.
Oh sh**!

I stand there staring in silence.
"Answer me Sable!!" he yells at me.
"Where did you get that?" I ask him
"I found it under the bed. What the fu** is going on Sable? What does this mean? Why is his phone number written on here?" he asks still angry.

"Umm...it was a joke. I don't think thats his real number Jake." I say back to him.
"Well...why did you hide the book then?" he asks
"Because I know how you are. You might not have found the humor in it." I say back.

"This is bullsh** Sable! I don't believe you. Where the fu** were you this weekend? Were you with him?"
"Huh? Don't be ridiculous Jake. You think he would want me? He could have any girl he wants. I was with my sister, like I told you."

Just then he throws the book at my head and I duck just in time. It hits the wall.
"Jake! What the fu** is wrong with you!" I yell

"I just don't trust you Sable! If this is a fake number, then let me try and call it." he says as he runs past me and grabs the book off the floor

I run after him into the bedroom.
"Wait a minute Jake! Don't be stupid!" I yell
"Oh..I'm stupid now huh?" he says to me
"I didn't mean it like that. You're doing stupid things!" I say

"You know what. Now that I think about it...that's what that limo was doing here last week. You were in that limo with him weren't you?" he asks

"What! What limo?" I ask playing dumb

"The night you were supposed to have dinner with the boss. That explains why you were so dressed up! You bitch!" He yells then slaps me across the face. I fall back onto the bed.
I hold my face in shock

"I'm still gonna call this number. Don't even try and stop me." he growls at me.
He picks up the phone and dials. I pray Michael doesn't pick up the phone.
"I'm gonna put it on speaker so you can hear." he glares at me.

Please don't pick up Michael..please..I silently pray

"Hello" Michael answers. Damn...
"Hello! Who is this!?" Jake asks
"You're calling me. Who is this?" Michael responds.
"Its Jake! Sable's boyfriend." Jake says

There's a silent pause...I'm sorry Michael..

"Hello? You still there?" Jake turns to me. "See you f***** bitch I knew it!" He says. I'm still rubbing my freshly slapped cheek.
"Yes I'm still here...I think you have the wrong number. I don't know any Sable." Michael says with hurt in his voice.

"Is this Michael Jackson?" Jake asks angrily
"Nope. Wrong number." Michael says and hangs up.
Jake turns around and looks at me crying on the bed.

"I think he's covering up for you. It sure sounds like his wimpy ass! Get your sh** and get the fu** out! I don't even want to see your face!" Jake says to me
"I'm sorry Jake." I say.
"Just get out before I really make you hurt." He says to me.
I get up and grab my luggage, which is still at the front door, and walk out.

I drag my luggage down the steps and sit down at the bottom of the stairs outside.
What am I gonna do now? Where am I gonna go? I start to cry.
I fu**** up everyone's life....