I used my key to walk in and as soon as I walked in, I heard my song 'Get On The Floor' blasting throughout her entire house. I chuckled to myself walking down the foyer to the kitchen. The closer I got, I heard her singing along at the top of her lungs.

I walked in the kitchen and saw Ashley dancing on top of her kitchen island dressed in nothing but my red button up and white socks. The music was so loud, she didn't even hear me come in as she continued to dance, swaying her hips to the disco beat singing to her spatula as if it was a real microphone.

I chuckled watching her sing her little heart out. When she twirled around, she screamed at the sight of me, not in fear, but in excitement. She jumped off the island and ran straight into me, jumping in my arms.

I chuckled even more, holding her tight. "Hi baby," she said in my ear because the music was so loud. "Hi," I whispered back, putting her down. "Are these for me?" she asked, referring to the red roses in my hand. "Yeah," I said, handing them to her.

I grinned watching her take them, "Thank you," she yelled loudly over the music, yet it still sounded sincere. She quickly put them in some water as I took my jacket off, throwing it over the chair.

Ashley slid over to me in her socks and grabbed my hands as 'Get On The Floor' still played, "Dance with me," she said leaning into me. She leaned back, still holding my hands, waiting for my response. I nodded and she cheered, starting to dance again.

We danced, her grinding on me, swaying her hips to the beat perfectly, as her and I both sang along. The lyrics, "I love the way you shake your thing, especially," was so fitting in this perfect moment. Her smile never left her face and I don't think mine did either.

As the song hit the final verse, she pressed her forehead to mine and the expression in her eyes were so full of love and happiness. In this moment, nothing mattered but us and the music.

Softly the tip of her nose grazed mine and she slowly brought her lips to mine. I pressed my lips tenderly into hers, savoring the soft feel of them. She smiled in the kiss before she placed hers firm against mine again.

The song ended and I could tell she wanted this moment to last forever and so did I. She reluctantly pulled away from this kiss and leaned her forehead back against mine. I saw her smile making me smile.

"I love you," she whispered looking in my eyes as they danced with love and light. "I love you more."

I sighed, throwing down the pen, knowing I got caught up in another flashback.

I just couldn't get her out of my head. Every single thing reminded me of her. I found myself trying to avoid things that reminded me of her. I couldn't even sleep in my bed upstairs because the sheets still smelled like her. It brought back memories of when she and I used to lay awake in bed all night, just talking about life and our plans for the future. Traveling together, doing philanthropy work together, collabing on a fashion line, and even the nights when we didn't sleep or talk but when we made love to each other, whispering "i love yous" in between each kiss.

They say with time things get easier, but it's been the opposite for me. It's getting worse. I keep trying to call her but no luck. Wes always says she's not available and Alisha tells me the same. It was like by the snap of her fingers, I was exiled out of her world.

When things used to get tough, I turned to music. Music has always been my savior where I can go to escape reality, but she's taken over that. I was frustrated that I can't write anything but love songs. Love songs about her. And even though I do love her, that's not the mood I'm going for on this album. I already received one from R. Kelly and that's all I wanted for love songs as far as this new album. I write, but it's all about her. Hopes of getting her back. The girl of my dreams.

"Mike, you alright?" Teddy asked, looking over at me. I looked at him and nodded, "Uh, yeah. Sorry, my mind has been all over the place lately." That was an understatement. It's been two weeks without her and I'm lost.

"I can tell. You haven't been yourself. Everything all right?" he asked, looking concerned. I looked at him and gave a small smile, "No," I chuckled, "but I'm managing." He rolled over in his chair and patted my back, "I'm sorry to hear that man. I'm here if you need anything," he said sincerely.

I nodded, "Thanks." He sighed and looked back at the soundboard, "Let's call it a night. You go back to your hotel, get some rest, and we'll try again tomorrow."

"Yeah, okay. Sounds good," I said watching him gather his things to leave. "Take care of yourself, Mike," he said looking at me before he left.

I stayed in the studio I was renting at Hit Factory for a few more hours trying to write. It wasn't for my new album, but to her. I wasn't sure what I planned to do with it after I finished, but I just needed to write.

I jumped up at the sound of hard knocking on the studio door. I looked at the door and then to the clock rubbing my eyes. It was almost midnight, I guess I must've fallen asleep.

I got up stretching as I walked to the door. I opened it and Janet was standing there. "You're still here?" she asked, walking in and giving me a hug. "Yeah, I guess so. I dozed off."

"How's the album coming along?" she asked, grabbing my notepad sitting on the couch. "Not so great," I mumbled, slumping back down in the chair. Janet looked up at me and gave me a sad smile. I looked away, tapping my foot to a beat that was in my head.

"How are you?" Janet asked. "How does it look like I am?" I chuckled lightly. It went silent as I looked down at the letter I wrote Ashley.

I heard Janet clear her throat and I looked at her. She was inspecting her nails, something she did when she was nervous. "I, um. I talked to her," she said, avoiding eye contact with me. I got up quickly and sat on the couch next to her.

"What did she say?! Where is she?!" I asked, fast and out of breath. Janet still avoided eye contact with me and my heart started racing. "She told me not to tell you anything, but you're my brother and I love you, so I'm going to tell you that she's alive and she's doing okay."

"Where is she?" I asked sadly. Janet sighed, "I can't really say." I looked at Janet sadly, "I'm your brother Dunk. Your blood and you're not telling me anything. I'm miserable, don't you see that?"

"I know and I hate that I'm in the middle of this as your sister and one of her best friends but she gave me her trust. She made me promise to not even tell you when you asked but I broke it for you. But...." she sighed, "she's in California if that'll keep you sane. That's all I can say."

"When I asked?" I asked, smiling. "Yeah," Janet said, looking at me weirdly and laughing, "why are you smiling?"

I put my hand on my forehead, "I'm smiling to keep from crying."

"Aw, Mike," Janet said, pulling me into a hug, "It'll be alright. She'll come around."

"She..." my eyes filled with tears as I continued to try and smile, turning my head away from Dunk. I started shaking my head, trying to finish my sentence, but it was too hard. The lump in my throat wouldn't allow me to.

I put my head in my hands and I felt Janet scoot closer to me on the couch, grabbing me and patting my back trying to assure me that everything would be alright but at this point I was starting to believe everything wouldn't be alright. I ruined the one relationship with the girl who I knew I was made to love.

Janet consoled me for a few minutes before I found some sort of strength again to compose myself.

"Why don't we go back to your hotel and order some room service. You need to eat. You look like you've lost so much weight Michael," Janet said observing me and I turned away from her gaze.

I was losing weight because I didn't have an appetite anymore. I was too stressed out to eat. Food didn't even come to my mind at this moment in time.

Janet and I got to my room after leaving the studio. "Dunk, I'm going to take a shower," I said pointing to the bedroom. She nodded and I walked off, closing the door, going into the bathroom to turn on the shower.

I walked in, submerging myself under the hot, steamy water stream attempting to wash away all my troubles. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes letting the water cascade on my face.

The water was cascading on my face as I closed my eyes in relaxation. I smiled when I felt two soft arms wrap around my stomach from behind. Seconds after I felt her head lay gently against my back.

I grabbed her arms, unwrapping them from around me so I could turn around and face her. I smiled when I saw her face causing her to smile back at me. I wrapped her arms back around me before I wrapped mine around her waist, gently pulling her into me.

"Oh, how nice of you to join me," I said, still smiling at her. She chuckled, gripping me tighter, leaning into my chest as she laughed. I laughed with her, watching her.

She looked back up at me and kissed me on my lips. Her lips were warm and soft as clouds. Everything about this felt so right, so second nature.

Our mouths moved in sync. Her mouth finding mine with passion and desire. Her tongue fought for entrance that I gladly gave her. She moaned softly in my mouth and I moved one hand around her neck, holding her to me tighter as her knees became weak.

We stood there kissing under the water stream stealing each other's breath for what seemed like forever. She pulled away, gently biting my bottom lip to catch her breath. I smiled as she opened her eyes to look at me.

She smiled leaning into my neck, trailing soft kisses up to my ear. I chuckled as she nibbled on my ear. "Wanna make love to me?" she whispered in my ear. She pulled back to look at my face and I nodded eagerly. She chuckled, biting her lip.

I moved my hands up from her waist to her face, kissing her, and pushing us more under the water. We kissed passionately before I slowly entered her, rotating my hips down and up, giving her long and deep strokes. I placed my lips back on hers as I continued to pleasure her.

She softly moaned in my ear, whispering my name, turning me on even more. As I gave all of me to her, she whispered those three words I loved to hear come out of her mouth. Each time she told me she loved me, it seemed like she meant it more and more.

I could relate because with every passing day, I found myself falling in love with her all over again but each day even more than the day before. Loving her is what I was made to do. I realize that now.

Ashley and I ended up taking an hour-long shower, giving ourselves to each other. Our souls binding together as one with every kiss and with every whisper of "I love you."

I bit my lip as I watched Ashley leave the shower first wrapping a towel around her body. She bent down, throwing all of her wet curly hair forward before she messily tied it up in a bun. She came back up and looked at me in the mirror as I still stared at her, enamored by her presence.

She caught me staring and smirked as I tried to play it off and wrapped my towel around my waist. "See something you like, Mr. Jackson," she asked seductively, still looking at me through the mirror. I looked at her and smiled, "Very much so."

She shook her head smiling as she turned to walk out of my bathroom. I still watched her attentively. I stared at her backside with pure lust. Her toned, hourglass figure with a nice round ass fit her perfectly. When she reached the door, she looked at me over her shoulder and I wished I had a camera to capture her. She looked beautiful and I was so glad she was mine.

"Come get me," she challenged, raising her eyebrow at me, standing in the doorway. I smiled running after her as she ran into my room, going up the stairs. I chased after her and as we reached the top stair, I picked her up and she screamed in laughter.

I softly threw her on the bed and crawled on top of her. I smiled down at her as she still laughed. I ran my hand down her towel, lingering around where it was tucked to stay up. "Let's take this off shall we?" I asked and she nodded, biting her lip.

I teasingly removed her towel and ran my hand down the side of her body, staring at her body in awe. I looked back up at her and she tilted her head smiling at me. "You better kiss me," she demanded softly. I smiled, leaning down to kiss her.

I placed my lips against hers and we spent hours wrapped up in the sheets, our bodies twisted in a knot.

I knew I'd never get enough of her.

"Mike? Are you okay in there? You've been in there for a while. The food is here," Janet yelled through the door, knocking me out of yet another flashback of Ashley and I.

"Uh yeah. I'm-I'm fine. I'll be out in a sec!" I yelled back to her stepping from under the water stream. "Okay!" Janet yelled and I heard her footsteps go down the hall.

I sighed, turning off the water and drying myself off. I met Janet at the kitchen table where she had my sushi out. I ate a few rolls only because Janet begged me. At the table, Janet cheered me up by reminiscing on stories of us as little kids running around, spending all day together. For once, my mind wasn't on her and I was grateful Janet took my mind off things for awhile.

Janet left about an hour and a half after dinner and I was met with loneliness and all the feelings of heartache hit me again. I decided to go to bed, so I could at least try and get a few hours of sleep to be somewhat rested for another studio session so I could record "You Are Not Alone" tomorrow. How ironic was that?

I went over to turn off the lights in the kitchen and as I walked into the living room to turn off the TV, something caught my attention.

"Up next, we have another celebrity outting exclusive live in Los Angeles. To Ethan," the dirty blonde haired woman, TV host of Entertainment, said as the cameras switched.

I continued to watch, curious of who it was.

"That's right Leeza, there are many celebrities out tonight, but some of the biggest names are about to come out of Mr. Chows any second now ," the cameraman said.

"Oh! There they are! As you can all see, Mariah Carey is exiting the restaurant with her dark shades. Mariah! Mariah!" The cameraman called as they tried to get her attention, "You are looking lovely tonight!" he added.

Mariah smiled at the cameras, "Thank you," she said getting in the car as other reporters tried asking questions.

"Well, we just got a glimpse of Mariah Carey and there is one more person we're waiting on that we got word of who had dinner with Ms. Carey."

I chuckled to myself. Ashley and Mariah were great friends. They always had the best of times together. I felt bad for her, because Ashley told me some things Mariah told her about Tommy. I truly did feel for her. That's why I didn't mind when Ashley and her hung out or when she'd come over because she needed it. I wonder if Ashley told her we broke up because she was one of the few stars who knew about us.

My mind went back to Ashley when I saw flashing lights and the screaming of a very familiar name, trying to get attention.

"And there she is! The top supermodel in the world, Ashley Richmond!" the cameraman exclaimed as reporters screamed Ashley's name trying to get her attention.

I stared in awe at the television seeing her. My heart was racing and I didn't know if it was because I loved her or out of fear she didn't feel the same about me anymore. She looked beautiful. Who am I kidding? When didn't she look beautiful is the actual question.

"Ashley! Ashley! Who are you wearing tonight?! Where is Michael!?" reporters asked.

I paid attention to the TV, watching her as she smiled at the cameras trying to walk to the car where Mariah was. I desperately wanted to see how she'd answer the questions about me that were being thrown at her.

"Hi!" she squeaked waving before she tried blocking the flashes from her eyes as Wes made a pathway for her to walk moving people out of the way. "I'm wearing Michael Kors," she answered, flashing her smile.

She continued to make her way to her car and my heart dropped once again realizing she wasn't going to answer any questions about me. She couldn't be done with me. I refuse to believe that. She told me I was the love of her life. There's no way she could just turn off her feelings so fast for me. Right?

"Ashley, do you believe Michael sexually abused Jordan Chandler!?" A reporter asked.

I groaned. The allegations were something I knew that was going to be held over my head for the rest of my life. Part of me believed that part of my reputation was ruined forever. I just wish people would try to get the truth before jumping to conclusions. I would never, ever hurt a child.

Ashley's head snapped in the direction of the reporter, "No! Michael would never, ever harm a child. That's not in his heart. That's not him. That wouldn't even dare cross his mind. The media needs to stop with these lies and the public needs to stop believing them. Michael is innocent and will always be innocent," she snapped.

I smiled watching her still defend me. I guess that was a good sign. Even though we were broken up, it felt good to still have her on my side. She didn't turn her back on me. At least in that sense.

I watched as Ashley made it to the car. Wes opened the door and you could see Mariah sitting in the car talking to someone, but I didn't know who. Ashley turned around, looking for someone.

"Where's Ryan?" Ashley asked loudly as her personal assistant came up to her. Her assistant looked around too in search of this person too. "Oh! There he is!" her assistant said pointing as a tall, slim white man with dark brown curly hair came out of the restaurant heading over to Ashley.

My heart dropped when I heard Ashley ask for a man by the name of Ryan. "Who the hell is Ryan?" I gritted feeling anger, hurt, and confusion arise in me. I stared at the guy who came up to Ashley and watched as she grabbed his hand as Alisha climbed into the car.

I watched as he leaned in her ear, whispering something to her causing her to giggle. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Seeing her with another man felt like my heart was being ripped to pieces. If only she knew how much it still hurt that she had even said she was done with me.