Michael was set to travel to Las Vegas on business, he wanted August to go with him, but she had a quick project to work on in Newyork that prevented her from joining him. He didn't want her traveling alone while pregnant, but he had to trust that she would be ok.
"Please be safe and call me when you arrive in Newyork," he spoke gently while holding her face in his hands.
"Yes, I'll be ok, baby. I'll call you when I get settled into your condo."
"Our condo," he casually reminded her as he brushed away an unkempt lock of her hair.
Lifting his silk mask, she kissed him softly on the lips. "I miss you already," she said near tears.
August's emotions were in shambles. The pregnancy was already throwing her hormones out of wack. "Pull yourself together, girl," she thought to herself. "You'll see each other again in three days."
After saying their goodbye's, they reluctantly left each other to board their respective flights.
"Our condo." She giggled to herself as she entered the foyer, remembering Michael's rectification for her choice of words. After putting her luggage away, she decided to unwind with a long soak in the hot tub. When she entered the bathroom, she discovered a trail of rose petals that led to the hot tub, where a basket of indulgent spa luxuries sat.
Smiling brightly, she whispered, "I miss you, baby." August knew that both she and Michael were busy people, so she had to learn to accept that there would be times when they couldn't be together. It touched her heart, knowing that Michael took time out to comfort her, even when they were apart.
"Guess, I'll soak in the hot tub... All Alone!" She muttered sourly to herself. As much as she teased Michael about his unquenchable thirst for her, she craved making love to him. She needed to feel his body just as much as she needed air to breathe.
*Ring... Ring... Ring*
"Hello," August answered lazily.
"I asked you to call me when you got there?" He said disappointedly.
"Oh, Michael, I'm so sorry! I saw the beautiful rose petals and gift basket you left. I couldn't wait to hop into the hot-tub and got side-tracked."
"It's ok! I'm glad that you liked the gift. Are you still in the hot-tub?" He asked curiously.
"Yes, I am sweetheart, are you in your hotel room now?"
"Yeah. I just showered, and I'm relaxing on the bed," he spoke in a lowered pitch as a naughty thought entered his brain.
"I miss you, baby... I need you to do something for me, ok? But only do as I say," he commanded.
"Ok, Michael, I'm listening."
"I want you to close your eyes and imagine me kissing your lips slowly... Are you doing it"?
"Yes, Michael baby, but I wish I could kiss you for-real right now."
"I know, sweetheart, but right now, I need you to focus on my words. I want you to caress your breast and gently stroke your nipples for me."
"Mmm. Yes, baby, I'm stroking them for you."
"Good, now I want you to slide your fingers down there and stroke your... Umm."
"You want me to stroke my what Mr. Jackson? She said coyly."
"You know what I want you to do August, don't drop the phone in the tub," he teased.
"Mmm-hmm, yes, Micha... Michael".
"Baby, stop for a second, please!" He said while removing a towel from around his waist. Laying with his head pressed back against the headboard of the bed, he began to stroke his throbbing rod slowly.
"Sorry, baby. I just needed to 'ahhh' do something," he told her hastily.
"Sweetie, I know what you're doing. I know that ahhh better than the sound of my own voice," she said teasingly.
"Well, then you know (the way you make me feel)," he sang softly, letting out a small giggle.
"August... I want you to stroke your flower bud in slow circles for me. Does that feel good? Am I making you wet?" He asked seductively.
"Uh-huh. Yes, baby. You are," she replied breathlessly.
"Mm-hmm August...Ahh, ahhh, oooh!"
"Yes, Michael! Yes! It feels so good... Mm-hmm."
As they both climaxed together, neither spoke a word for a minute or two as they collected their breathing.
"Are you ok, Michael? That was hot."
"I'm fine, and yes, that was hot, so hot that I'm going to take another cold shower," he said, causing them both to laugh heartily.
The next morning August arrived at the recording studio only to find out that the music artist she was working with unexpectedly scrapped their project. Feeling like her time had been wasted, she became angry.
"Ouch!" she yelled as she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Realizing it was the baby's first kick, she became sad that she wasn't with Michael to experience it with.
After packing up her things, she headed back to the condo to call the pilot of the Private Jet that Michael rented for her.
"Captain Smith, is it possible that you could take me to 'Mccaren international airport in Las Vegas'? It's where Michael went yesterday. My project in NewYork was canceled, and I would like to fly back to the west coast early," she asked hopefully.
"Yes! of course, Ms.Williams, at what time would you like to fly back?" He chirped.
"Is noon ok?"
"We can make that happen, Ms. Williams. Just come to the airport an hour before, and we'll be ready to fly you out," He replied graciously.
"Oh! thank-you Captain Smith!" She exclaimed happily.
Tai was working a shift at the 'Aria' resort when he learned from a friend that Michael would be staying at the Skyloft. The Skyloft was an ultra-luxury boutique hotel that occupied the top two floors of the MGM Grand Hotel, overlooking the Las Vegas Strip.
The wheels started turning in Tai's head as he devised a plan that would tear August and Michael apart. After he got off work later that evening, he called Lisa to tell her about his idea.
"Hi Lisa, this is Tai, do you have a second to chat?"
"Sure, what's up?" She asked.
"I heard that Michael is staying at the 'Skyloft' hotel here in Vegas. I have a friend that works at the hotel officially confirm this. My plan will surely throw Michael and August off the little cloud they have been floating on, but I need your help.
"Sure! What do you need?" She replied in a hushed tone, as her husband just came home, and she didn't want him to hear her on the phone.
"My goodness Tai, you're not going to hurt him, are you?" She asked, feeling afraid. She just wanted to break Michael and August apart but not for anyone to get physically hurt.
"No, I'm not going to physically hurt him but emotionally... Yes!" He laughed menacingly.
"So what's your master plan, Tai?
"Since Michael is staying at the Skyloft alone, I have two female friends that will put him into a comprising situation.
"But, won't August be with him?" She questioned.
"My friend who runs reservations at the hotel has informed me that Michael only made a reservation for himself. If something goes wrong, we won't be caught."
"Alright, Tai. I'll wire you the money when we get off the phone."
"Thanks, Lisa. I'll be sure to let you know how everything unfolds."