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The Way He Loves Me(PART20) by Candice

The next day, I woke up to the endless banging on the door. Michael and I were still 
on the floor and we were both surprised. I stood up, got my clothes and ran into the 
room to put them on. Michael simply folded the blankets and dressed up. "Who's 
there?" he asked as he was about to open the door. "I need to talk to you." It was his 
manager. I didn't go out of the room but I was still able to hear what was going on. 
He let him in and there was silence. I leaned on the door and carefully listened. 
Gradually, I was able to pick up words until it became completely audible.

"What is wrong with you Mike? You already got your wedding and your honeymoon. 
Now you suddenly want to cancel our plans for the next tour. What is up? I thought 
you said you were ready for another tour? What the hell is going on?" His manager 
spoke as if he was a father trying to lecture his son. Michael wasn't answering. "Hey. 
You gotta tell me. We gotta work on this. You need this Mike. Your fans will be 
looking for you." His manager added. "I don't want to push through with it anymore. 
I can always do another tour but not now. I just need a break." Michael answered. 
He was calm, he didn't seem affected by the hostility his manager was showing him. 
"Is this all about your wife?" His voice was louder now. "Don't you ever involve her in 
this." Michael said. It sounded like a warning but his manager went on "Ever since 
you married that woman, you've gone out of your head! Where are you Michael? 
Wake up, you need to work! We call you everyday but all we get is nothing. What do 
you want us to do? Do you want us to quit?" I felt Michael getting angry now. "You 
don't need to quit. You're fired." He said. His voice was low but it was sharp. His 
manager stood up and made his way out of the door. Michael stopped him and said 
"Don't you dare show your face here again and don't you ever talk that way again. 
That woman in there is not just any other woman, that woman in there is my wife." 
He closed the door and locked it.

I felt scared to come out. I didn't know what to say. Upon hearing the words of that 
wretched ex-manager, I couldn't help but feel such a hindrance. Was I really 
hindering Michael from working? I felt guilty. I slowly opened the door to see what 
Michael was doing. He was so quiet. He was seated on the couch near the fireplace. 
I walked towards him, and as I was about to say a word "Don't. Don't say anything." 
He said. He took my hand and asked me to sit beside him. He hugged me for so 
long and suddenly he was already crying on my shoulder. He wasn't saying a word. I 
looked at him and held my gaze. I wiped his tears away and kissed him on the 
cheek. "I know it's none of my business, but I just want to know what I can do to 
lighten you up. I don't want to see you like this Michael. I love you and I want you to 
be happy." I was whispering and my voice was trembling. "Having you here is 
already enough to make me happy." Upon hearing this, I kissed him and held his 
hand. "Look, I actually feel guilty, Michael. I feel selfish. I'm sorry." I said. He shook 
his head and replied "You shouldn't be sorry. It was my decision." He forced out a 
smile. "But honestly, I think you need to get back to work. You're a famous man and 
everyone's going to be looking for you. I may sound wrong but I know I'm right. 
Remember? We vowed to be together for all time and so even if you're working, I'm 
still gonna be there." I was trying my best to sound as reasonable as possible. 
Michael thought for awhile and hugged me. "Okay. I'll do what you say but you have 
to be with me always." He was making a deal. "Of course I will be." I answered. At 
this point there was no more tension in the room and he was already smiling. "I love 
you." I said. I kissed his nose and smiled. "No. I love you more." He replied.

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