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CHAPTER 7 THE REHEARSALS
Michael's Standpoint
The doctor sat next to me as he revised my arm. Pressing my lips, I showed how much it hurt just by his touch. I felt embarrassed for allowing this kind of abuse by the man who claims to love me.
Although the doctor did not know the truth behind these bruises, he was a smart guy, and it wasn't the first time that he treated my injuries. Therefore, he eyed me with concern.
"Michael, these bruises are concerning me. As a doctor, I am entitled to report it to the authorities. If something happens to you, and if an investigation is conducted, I'm going to hold responsibility for not reporting it to the police."
I pursed my lips as my eyes became watery.
"That's never going to happen!" Bill pointed out somehow annoyed about the doctor's opinion.
"Oh, Mark, don't say anything. I assure you that is not going to happen again." I tried to release the tension in the room.
"Whatever is happening, Mike, make it stop. I don't wish to find you in a worse condition next time I see you."
I had no words to say; I just felt so embarrassed. He prescribed me an anti-inflammatory cream. Bill sent Jacob to the pharmacy to get my prescription. Perhaps he wanted to make him feel guilty for what he did to me.
When I received the prescription, there was a note inside the bag. Luckily, Bill saw it before the doctor could.The doctor instructed Bill how to apply the anti-inflammatory cream and to put the gauze over my forearm.
Today was day one of rehearsals, and I couldn't show up with bruises on my arm; therefore, the doctor gave me an arm brace to cover it up. The other arm wasn't that bad; therefore, I could cover it with the long sleeve.
Bill handed me the note when the doctor left, and it said. 'Baby, please forgive me. Let's talk it over. I love you so much, and I miss you.' I showed the note to Kate.
"Don't take him back, Michael." I smiled as we headed towards the door.
"You're not, right?" She asked.
"Of course not."
"Come on, let's go; we don't want to be late." Bill pointed out.
As we stepped out of the apartment, the new guard was there. My heart skipped a beat... I didn't expect him to be there. I was clear when I said that I didn't want him near me. Tension grew instantly, yet I noticed how handsome he looked all dressed in black. Fitted shirt that
revealed all those muscles, fitted pants as well, interestingly different from the others. He's got style; there's no doubt about that.
Oh God, my eyes betrayed me as I scanned him from head to toes. Once I came to my senses and realized what I was doing, I clear my throat and turn my eyes away, feeling the uneasiness again.
How embarrassing! He must've captured my flirtatious gaze, for I noticed it in his eyes. I believe all of them saw it as well. Including Jacob, who's about to have a jealousy outrage at any moment.
The new guard, instead, reacted as if he didn't notice; therefore, he proceeded to act with professionalism.
"Isaac, you will drive; William, you will take the passenger seat; and Bill, you will accompany Mr. Jackson and his guest. I will follow behind on my motorcycle. It is not necessary for all of us to go. Therefore, Sean, Keith, and Jacob will stay here." Jacob complained right away.
"There's no way that I'm staying here!"
We all eyed him. Oh, my God, I ran my fingers through my forehead, feeling embarrassed. This time I am not going to intervene for him. The new guard stood his ground as he pointed out.
"I am not going to tolerate your behavior. Either you obey me, or you're out. Do I make myself clear?"
We all eyed Jacob while he faced me, asking for an intervention that didn't come. I looked away.
"Let us get going; I don't want to be late." I said, and Bill and Isaac guide us to the elevator.
"You guys go ahead; I will take the other elevator. I'm going to get my motorcycle and catch up with you.”
When he spoke, I tried hard not to look at him, but my eyes betrayed me. He did not notice, but my friend Kate did.
"Omg, Mike... he is hot." I widened my eyes at her, but she continued.
"Did you see his neck and his hands, Mike? Are those tattoos, or am I seeing wrong?" Of course I noticed that detail... and it threw me off. I have never seen anything like him before.
"Yes, those are tattoos. I hope that doesn't bother you, Mike." Bill pointed out, "It does; he's intimidating. Are you certain that he's an agent?"
"Michael, trust me, he is legit."
Bill clarified, and I just rolled my eyes. Minutes later, while we were in the car and going through the streets, a nice motorcycle came into view as it drove right next to my window.
I love motorcycles, and that motorcycle was eye-catching. Oh, I wanted to ride it, but I wanted to ride it with him.
"Omg, Mike, never mind the tattoos, the man is hot, and look at that bike!"
A smile formed on the corner of my lips. Indeed he was hot, and I kind of like him... Oh, for God's sake, what am I thinking? I just ended a relationship with a man; I cannot consider being with another. Apart from all, I cannot trust him.
Ivan's Standpoint.
Today I captured something different in his eyes when he scanned me from head to toes. Curiosity, perhaps, I hope, is something positive that he's willing to tolerate my presence. At least he didn't walk away as he did earlier.
I scanned the streets while we headed to the place he was supposed to be, and everything appeared normal.
When we arrived at the premises, I stayed behind the vehicle analyzing how they conducted themselves to protect Michael, and they did a fantastic job. They reported themselves to me by using their old hand radios.
Luckily, my technology interacted with their old radios. By installing a tiny microchip inside those old devices. As for myself, I was using a Bluetooth, visible wire-like that started in the center of my ear and went around my ear and stretched to the center of my cheek. Silvery-looking, I didn't need any type of phone or radio to interact with them.
They were amazed to see this technology, and I explained to them that as an FBI agent, we have advanced technology that the market is yet to see. They went with that. Everything was going well as we entered the building; he took center stage and did his thing. He interacted with his dancers and stage manager. I also noticed that when he had a chance, he would eye me.
"What happened to his arm, Bill?" Bill eyed me; we were away from everyone who was watching the rehearsals.
"It was Jacob." He said, and I arched an eyebrow, pissed about this issue. How in the world do they allow this to happen? There's no way that I'm allowing it, not under my watch.
"Listen, Bill, I am not going to allow this behavior anymore. If he hurts him again, I'm going to beat the shit out of him and fire his ass."
"This has happened many times before, and I, as well as the guys, have confronted him about it, and I've been trying hard to get rid of him, yet Michael has defended him every time." I shook my head in disbelief.
"How is this possible, Bill? Does he love this man so much, or is it about fear? You have mentioned that he's a smart guy; why would he allow this man to hurt him?”
"Indeed, Michael is a smart guy. However, every smart person has a weak side. Michael is quite vulnerable in his love life." I lifted my eyes; I couldn't accept this.
"Hasn't it occurred to you all that he might be doing it out of fear? Perhaps Jacob is blackmailing him."
"Yes, that possibility has gone through my mind. And I have asked Michael about it, and he denies it. Therefore we don't know what to do."
"Well, one thing I'm certain about, it is not love but fear. It is called blackmail. All in its time, Bill, you will see. I'm going to get this guy by the balls. Wait and see." I saw a small grin, almost as if not believing me. Something's up, I know it.
We stay at rehearsals all day. The guys took their breaks, and Bill brought me lunch when they all had taken their breaks. I was responsible for Michael's security; therefore, I was the last to take breaks or meals or even sleep. However, something kept me positive about this mission, and it was Michael being adorable with every glance at me.
He was doing his best to not let it show; nonetheless, his curiosity betrayed him. I wonder what was going through his mind. What was he thinking every time his eyes were on me? I wish I could ask him myself. Eventually, that day will come when I gain his trust.
After three days of rehearsals, he gave me the cold shoulder. He will not greet me or gesture to me at all; he will just eye me, and I am happy with that. I don't know why. It did something to me, especially when he would look away, timid, and hesitant.
Every three days I recharge, and on the third night, I didn't sleep in the same apartment with the rest of the crew. I went to my hotel room and stayed all night recharging.
How do I recharge? Well, I bought my chair, and when I'm not using it, it converts into a suitcase. I plug it in, and I sit and rest all night. The night of the MTV music awards arrived. We escorted the singer to the theater, and everything went well as usual. It was a wonderful performance; the crowd went wild.
I got to experience the legend at his best, and there is more to come. I love his vocals more than anything. Hearing him sing live was ****** remarkable.
After the show, it was time to go back to the apartment. Michael was invited to attend the after-awards party, yet he always avoided those events.
Bill explained that nasty shit happens at those parties and that Michael hated it.
Tonight, Keith, Isaac, and Bill were on duty. The others were off. They took turns being off, and Jacob was behaving like a pro. He was not giving anyone trouble, yet he was still sending love notes, candy, and flowers to Michael.
Certainly, Michael ate the candy and accepted the flowers, but he didn't read the notes. Well, according to Bill.
Tonight, after the show, something unexpected happened while we were heading back to his apartment: the car pulled over to the side of the road. Bill called me, and by using my Bluetooth, I responded.
"Mr. Miller, Michael told me to ask you if he can go on the bike with you." It caught me off guard; I wasn't expecting to hear this after days of having the cold shoulder treatment.
"Umm..." I said.
"You don't have to agree; I think it's a terrible idea. The paparazzi may still be lingering."
"No, no, it's okay, Bill. I see that there's no press following us." I scanned all around me, and we left them behind miles away.
"How do you know?"
"I know, Bill, trust me."
"Just make sure that he's wearing his cloak, and I will give him my helmet."
"Okay... take care of him, alright? If something bad happens, you'll be responsible."
"Of course, Bill." I got off my bike and approached the vehicle to open the door for him. When he stepped out, we came so close to each other that we almost touched nose to nose; that made me so nervous.
"Don't take me back to the apartment." He spoke in a soft tone and stared at my lips. My heart skipped a beat, and I cleared my throat.
"Umm... where do you want to go, sir?"
"I don't know... surprise me, take me wherever you want."
The way he said it, and with that cute little twitch of his, so flirtatiously, made me assume that he was teasing me. Oh, come on, Ivan, perhaps that's the way he normally talks and the way he looks at people.
Dammit, he looked so beautiful that I was afraid to lose my will and disrespect him. Come on, Ivan, you are stronger than this; do not fall for it. Perhaps it's a trap to get me fired.
Stay tuned for more. Let me know what are your thoughts. Do you think it's a trap? Happy New Year, my lovely readers!
Michael's StandpointThe doctor sat next to me as he revised my arm. Pressing my lips, I showed how much it hurt just by his touch. I felt embarrassed for allowing this kind of abuse by the man who claims to love me.
Although the doctor did not know the truth behind these bruises, he was a smart guy, and it wasn't the first time that he treated my injuries. Therefore, he eyed me with concern.
"Michael, these bruises are concerning me. As a doctor, I am entitled to report it to the authorities. If something happens to you, and if an investigation is conducted, I'm going to hold responsibility for not reporting it to the police."
I pursed my lips as my eyes became watery.
"That's never going to happen!" Bill pointed out somehow annoyed about the doctor's opinion.
"Oh, Mark, don't say anything. I assure you that is not going to happen again." I tried to release the tension in the room.
"Whatever is happening, Mike, make it stop. I don't wish to find you in a worse condition next time I see you."
I had no words to say; I just felt so embarrassed. He prescribed me an anti-inflammatory cream. Bill sent Jacob to the pharmacy to get my prescription. Perhaps he wanted to make him feel guilty for what he did to me.
When I received the prescription, there was a note inside the bag. Luckily, Bill saw it before the doctor could.The doctor instructed Bill how to apply the anti-inflammatory cream and to put the gauze over my forearm.
Today was day one of rehearsals, and I couldn't show up with bruises on my arm; therefore, the doctor gave me an arm brace to cover it up. The other arm wasn't that bad; therefore, I could cover it with the long sleeve.
Bill handed me the note when the doctor left, and it said. 'Baby, please forgive me. Let's talk it over. I love you so much, and I miss you.' I showed the note to Kate.
"Don't take him back, Michael." I smiled as we headed towards the door.
"You're not, right?" She asked.
"Of course not."
"Come on, let's go; we don't want to be late." Bill pointed out.
As we stepped out of the apartment, the new guard was there. My heart skipped a beat... I didn't expect him to be there. I was clear when I said that I didn't want him near me. Tension grew instantly, yet I noticed how handsome he looked all dressed in black. Fitted shirt that
revealed all those muscles, fitted pants as well, interestingly different from the others. He's got style; there's no doubt about that.
Oh God, my eyes betrayed me as I scanned him from head to toes. Once I came to my senses and realized what I was doing, I clear my throat and turn my eyes away, feeling the uneasiness again.
How embarrassing! He must've captured my flirtatious gaze, for I noticed it in his eyes. I believe all of them saw it as well. Including Jacob, who's about to have a jealousy outrage at any moment.
The new guard, instead, reacted as if he didn't notice; therefore, he proceeded to act with professionalism.
"Isaac, you will drive; William, you will take the passenger seat; and Bill, you will accompany Mr. Jackson and his guest. I will follow behind on my motorcycle. It is not necessary for all of us to go. Therefore, Sean, Keith, and Jacob will stay here." Jacob complained right away.
"There's no way that I'm staying here!"
We all eyed him. Oh, my God, I ran my fingers through my forehead, feeling embarrassed. This time I am not going to intervene for him. The new guard stood his ground as he pointed out.
"I am not going to tolerate your behavior. Either you obey me, or you're out. Do I make myself clear?"
We all eyed Jacob while he faced me, asking for an intervention that didn't come. I looked away.
"Let us get going; I don't want to be late." I said, and Bill and Isaac guide us to the elevator.
"You guys go ahead; I will take the other elevator. I'm going to get my motorcycle and catch up with you.”
When he spoke, I tried hard not to look at him, but my eyes betrayed me. He did not notice, but my friend Kate did.
"Omg, Mike... he is hot." I widened my eyes at her, but she continued.
"Did you see his neck and his hands, Mike? Are those tattoos, or am I seeing wrong?" Of course I noticed that detail... and it threw me off. I have never seen anything like him before.
"Yes, those are tattoos. I hope that doesn't bother you, Mike." Bill pointed out, "It does; he's intimidating. Are you certain that he's an agent?"
"Michael, trust me, he is legit."
Bill clarified, and I just rolled my eyes. Minutes later, while we were in the car and going through the streets, a nice motorcycle came into view as it drove right next to my window.
I love motorcycles, and that motorcycle was eye-catching. Oh, I wanted to ride it, but I wanted to ride it with him.
"Omg, Mike, never mind the tattoos, the man is hot, and look at that bike!"
A smile formed on the corner of my lips. Indeed he was hot, and I kind of like him... Oh, for God's sake, what am I thinking? I just ended a relationship with a man; I cannot consider being with another. Apart from all, I cannot trust him.
Ivan's Standpoint.Today I captured something different in his eyes when he scanned me from head to toes. Curiosity, perhaps, I hope, is something positive that he's willing to tolerate my presence. At least he didn't walk away as he did earlier.
I scanned the streets while we headed to the place he was supposed to be, and everything appeared normal.
When we arrived at the premises, I stayed behind the vehicle analyzing how they conducted themselves to protect Michael, and they did a fantastic job. They reported themselves to me by using their old hand radios.
Luckily, my technology interacted with their old radios. By installing a tiny microchip inside those old devices. As for myself, I was using a Bluetooth, visible wire-like that started in the center of my ear and went around my ear and stretched to the center of my cheek. Silvery-looking, I didn't need any type of phone or radio to interact with them.
They were amazed to see this technology, and I explained to them that as an FBI agent, we have advanced technology that the market is yet to see. They went with that. Everything was going well as we entered the building; he took center stage and did his thing. He interacted with his dancers and stage manager. I also noticed that when he had a chance, he would eye me.
"What happened to his arm, Bill?" Bill eyed me; we were away from everyone who was watching the rehearsals.
"It was Jacob." He said, and I arched an eyebrow, pissed about this issue. How in the world do they allow this to happen? There's no way that I'm allowing it, not under my watch.
"Listen, Bill, I am not going to allow this behavior anymore. If he hurts him again, I'm going to beat the shit out of him and fire his ass."
"This has happened many times before, and I, as well as the guys, have confronted him about it, and I've been trying hard to get rid of him, yet Michael has defended him every time." I shook my head in disbelief.
"How is this possible, Bill? Does he love this man so much, or is it about fear? You have mentioned that he's a smart guy; why would he allow this man to hurt him?”
"Indeed, Michael is a smart guy. However, every smart person has a weak side. Michael is quite vulnerable in his love life." I lifted my eyes; I couldn't accept this.
"Hasn't it occurred to you all that he might be doing it out of fear? Perhaps Jacob is blackmailing him."
"Yes, that possibility has gone through my mind. And I have asked Michael about it, and he denies it. Therefore we don't know what to do."
"Well, one thing I'm certain about, it is not love but fear. It is called blackmail. All in its time, Bill, you will see. I'm going to get this guy by the balls. Wait and see." I saw a small grin, almost as if not believing me. Something's up, I know it.
We stay at rehearsals all day. The guys took their breaks, and Bill brought me lunch when they all had taken their breaks. I was responsible for Michael's security; therefore, I was the last to take breaks or meals or even sleep. However, something kept me positive about this mission, and it was Michael being adorable with every glance at me.
He was doing his best to not let it show; nonetheless, his curiosity betrayed him. I wonder what was going through his mind. What was he thinking every time his eyes were on me? I wish I could ask him myself. Eventually, that day will come when I gain his trust.
After three days of rehearsals, he gave me the cold shoulder. He will not greet me or gesture to me at all; he will just eye me, and I am happy with that. I don't know why. It did something to me, especially when he would look away, timid, and hesitant.
Every three days I recharge, and on the third night, I didn't sleep in the same apartment with the rest of the crew. I went to my hotel room and stayed all night recharging.
How do I recharge? Well, I bought my chair, and when I'm not using it, it converts into a suitcase. I plug it in, and I sit and rest all night. The night of the MTV music awards arrived. We escorted the singer to the theater, and everything went well as usual. It was a wonderful performance; the crowd went wild.
I got to experience the legend at his best, and there is more to come. I love his vocals more than anything. Hearing him sing live was ****** remarkable.
After the show, it was time to go back to the apartment. Michael was invited to attend the after-awards party, yet he always avoided those events.
Bill explained that nasty shit happens at those parties and that Michael hated it.
Tonight, Keith, Isaac, and Bill were on duty. The others were off. They took turns being off, and Jacob was behaving like a pro. He was not giving anyone trouble, yet he was still sending love notes, candy, and flowers to Michael.
Certainly, Michael ate the candy and accepted the flowers, but he didn't read the notes. Well, according to Bill.
Tonight, after the show, something unexpected happened while we were heading back to his apartment: the car pulled over to the side of the road. Bill called me, and by using my Bluetooth, I responded.
"Mr. Miller, Michael told me to ask you if he can go on the bike with you." It caught me off guard; I wasn't expecting to hear this after days of having the cold shoulder treatment.
"Umm..." I said.
"You don't have to agree; I think it's a terrible idea. The paparazzi may still be lingering."
"No, no, it's okay, Bill. I see that there's no press following us." I scanned all around me, and we left them behind miles away.
"How do you know?"
"I know, Bill, trust me."
"Just make sure that he's wearing his cloak, and I will give him my helmet."
"Okay... take care of him, alright? If something bad happens, you'll be responsible."
"Of course, Bill." I got off my bike and approached the vehicle to open the door for him. When he stepped out, we came so close to each other that we almost touched nose to nose; that made me so nervous.
"Don't take me back to the apartment." He spoke in a soft tone and stared at my lips. My heart skipped a beat, and I cleared my throat.
"Umm... where do you want to go, sir?"
"I don't know... surprise me, take me wherever you want."
The way he said it, and with that cute little twitch of his, so flirtatiously, made me assume that he was teasing me. Oh, come on, Ivan, perhaps that's the way he normally talks and the way he looks at people.
Dammit, he looked so beautiful that I was afraid to lose my will and disrespect him. Come on, Ivan, you are stronger than this; do not fall for it. Perhaps it's a trap to get me fired.
Stay tuned for more. Let me know what are your thoughts. Do you think it's a trap? Happy New Year, my lovely readers!
WARNING!! THIS CHAPTER WILL HAVE TWO MEN KISSING. DON’T READ IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE IT.