With Michael being in Vegas with that slime ball Martin Bashir, I had to go deal with the other man in my life. I sat at home waiting for him to bring Angel back. I heard his keys jingle as Angel's little feet thumped across the floor, screaming "mommy" all throughout the house. I run downstairs to meet with them. "Hi baby!" I smile at my little girl picking her up and kissing her all over. The smile on her face is priceless. I look over and see Brian, a small smile tracing his lips. "She's been talking about you all day." He says. "Daddy can't do it like mommy can." I smile. "How have you been?" I ask. "Pretty good, kind of busy. How about you. You look good." He nods. "Thank you." I say politely "I've been really busy... Mike had another kid." I tell him. His face unreadable, "How? I know you weren't pregnant.." He frowns. "No, I wasn't. He used a surrogate..." My annoying thoughts still intrude my mind. "Oh. You guys are still together?" Brian asked, his eyes wide with hope. "Yeah... I can't get too mad. This happened before he and I were together..." "But while you guys were still having sex..." He scoffs almost angrily. "You know Jay. If that was me having a surrogate baby, you'd leave in a heartbeat..but because it's Michael..." He scoffs again with a slight giggle. "What the hell does Michael have that I don't? Other than money, I just wanna know." I couldn't answer that. The truth was I still loved Brian and at times I missed him. But, he and I just don't connect with each other like Michael and I do. I loved Michael more. I sigh deeply as I let Angel out of my arms to run around. "It's not what you have or what he has... its how I feel. I led myself to Michael. My feelings are stronger for him than you. I'm sorry Brian.." "You just gave up on us. When you know truthfully you never gave us a real chance. I tried... I tried my best to be understanding with you and his relationship, I let a lot of things slide with you that I would never tolerate from any other girlfriend. I was sharing you with him our entire relationship. That's why I could never get close to you. I could never love you like I wanted to because you had this wall blocking your emotions with a small door that says 'Michael only.' I mean, we're not even friends, you don't even try to talk to me.. You just left me. I tried to work out you cheating on me... You just spit in my face.." He sits on the sofa. I stand there feeling like trash. My eyes watering from pent up emotions. I didn't know me leaving him hurt him so bad. "Brian I am sincerely sorry that I hurt you so bad. I didn't know that Michael and I we're going to have sex that day... I just thought you were so pissed at me you didn't want anything to do with me. So I left. I felt like I was stringing you along. You're right, I did have a wall up, and Michael was the only one who understood because I've known him since I was 13. he knows every piece of my life...you didn't." "you never cared to share it with me... Did you? I just want you to know, I really tried with you." He ends his statement with his hands in his pocket walking to the door to leave. "Angel! Come give daddy a hug and kiss" he calls to her. She runs out, bouncing her big soft curly hair, and kisses him. "Bye daddy." She gurgles out. "Bye Brian." I wave weakly. He gives me a serious look. "See you around, Jay." He closes the door behind him and it feels like my homes gone cold. I sit on the couch to think of what just happened, with my head in my hands. I felt so bad.

Michael was so busy in Vegas he never even called me. No matter, Angel and I were flying to Vegas with his kids and nanny this weekend. We walk down the hotel hallway trying to find which room Michael was staying in. Although, he had the entire floor to himself. Prince runs down the hallway spotting Michael and Martin, calling his name to stop. Paris and Angel held hands and walked in front of me slowly. They were like best friends and Paris was very careful with Angel, knowing she was smaller than her. We turn the corner to Michael, Martin, and a camera man. Martin talking to Prince about his mask again. I walk to Michael planting a small kiss on his lips, while Paris grabs his hand. I thought her relationship with Michael was beautiful, she really loved her dad. "Daddy can I run?" Prince asked in mid run. "If you want... Paris you wanna run?" He enthuses. "No I wanna hold your hand." She clutches his fingers tightly. "Ok." He responds. Paris had everyone wrapped around her sweet little fingers, but not as much as Michael.

We walk inside a hotel that holds one of Michael's favorite stores in it. As Grace, takes our children to another store. Surprisingly, only being stopped by one fan, our entrance went pretty smooth. Welcomed by the store owner, he shows the camera crew the store while Michael shows Bashir the items he's already purchased. "Jayla picked those... We have two of those in the dining room and one of those in the kitchen." He says pointing around the store. Bashir simply watched, commenting on the price tags. "...tacky..." I heard him say under his breath. "Excuse me?" I inquire. He turns around and sees me staring at him. He clears his throat, shifting his eyes "Nothing..." He says. I raise my eyebrow giving him a small smirk and nod my head. I think he knows, I don't trust him. I walk next to Michael as he admires a tall vase. "What do you think of this Jay? Isn't it beautiful?" He gazes. I could feel the camera on our figures behind us, recording our conversation. Staying true to my word of no talking on camera, I simply nod my head. He giggles turning his head to the side. "Really? Still?" I nod my head again, gesturing a zipper across my lips. He laughs, softly pecking my lips three times and grabbing my hands to wrap around his back. I hear Martin whisper "get this shot, get the shot!" Instantly ruining our mood.

"Is it over yet?" I groan, covering my eyes from the morning sun. I cover my exposed chest with my blanket and feel Michael squeeze me closer, with a light moan in his sleep. His lips lay against my bare shoulder showing off my feather tattoo. I lay there removing his loose curls and stroking his face. His legs wrapped in mine as I try to wiggle out his grasp. His eyes flutter open as he feels me move. "Where are you going??" He whines sleepily, planting soft kisses from my shoulder to my neck. "Mm" I moan lightly. I place my hand on his arm that lays across my lap, giggling at every kiss. "Well good morning my love." I smile. "Hi beautiful." He says sleepily, his hands still rubbing my body. I don't know if it was because it was pretty early in the morning or just because it's him, but my skin was so sensitive to his touch. "Mmm... Are you ready for this next interview?" I manage to ask in between moans. He laughs "I'm always ready, but you could help me get mentally prepared" giving me a slick smile, his eyes focused on my breast. I turn to my side to face him, running my finger nail softly down his chest to his belly button. He inhales sharply as I touch his sensitive spot. He lays on top of me, placing his body in between my legs. His hands hold both of my arms over my head as he kisses me deeply. I could feel his groin against mine, pushing through his boxers. He slides himself into me causing me to gasp. My arms still locked in his hands, my body lifts to meet his as we both moan into each other's mouths. I can't get enough of him, he's like a drug and I'm addicted. He leans down into my ear, releasing my arms. "Wrap yourself around me..." He breathes out gruffly, passion speaking through his voice. I place my legs around his back giving out a louder moan as he goes deeper inside me. "Oh my God...Mike...Michael.." I breathe, biting my lip. I wrap my arms around his neck as he stands up, still pushing in and out. I feel my back against the cold wall, as he continues to go deeper and deeper into my body. A let out a squeak of ecstasy, grazing my nails onto his back. He giggles into my ear. "That was cute." He says in between kisses. "Mike..I'm gonna...I'm gonna...oh my God Michael." I could feel my euphoria coming as I screamed his name. He pushes his lips against mine as my back stayed on the wall. Biting my bottom lip, he tugged away at it. His tongue explored my mouth, as mine explored his. He carries my limp body back the bed and lays me down softly. My heart rate began slowing down after a beautiful morning with Michael. "Well done Mr. Jackson." I giggle. He gives me another long kiss and buries himself in my chest. "I wish I could be here all day. This is heaven." He muffled. I lift his head and smile "As much as I'd like to stay here too. We've got to get up before your camera friends get here. We don't want them to see us like this." "Let them see..that'll dispel that no sex rumor." He grins. "No Mike. Get up." I giggle. He whines as he gets up and walks into the bathroom. I watch him shaking my head.