Michael Porter Jr Girlfriend Novels & Stories

4th May 2017; a Thursday like any other. From local newspapers to the world’s top newspapers, social media, local radio stations, TV shows - they were all buzzing with Logan Parker’s engagement and the sudden wedding. MJ stood at the balcony outside Jorge's beach house in Cape Town. She was wearing Jorge's oversized black sweatpants and a T-shirt. The cool breeze blew her brown hair as she leaned over the railing with a faraway look. Jorge walked in quietly with two mugs in his hands. “Tea?” He asked and handed her one of the mugs.

I bit gently on my bottom lip as I followed James through an array of people towards a back hallway lined with red velvet seating and white beds with curtains. People were lingering around smiling and laughing with one another as they drank. Others participated in full-on make-out sessions with breasts exposed and evident hard-ons with the men. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before, and when James walked up to a group of people, I was shocked by the women in front of them. I recognized two of them. One was the wife of the current mayor of Miami. I instantly knew who she was from the local news. The other person was a supermodel, Allegra Joel. She was one of the hottest people around

Her hands trembled out of Michael's sight who breathed down sizzling air on her face. "Ok, calm down son" she answered back when unexpectedly she catches sight of a heavily pregnant woman with Jessica moving toward them. Christina gently hauls Michael by his hand and shifts him to the side, "Michael, that's no way to talk to your mother. Excuse me." She gently shoved Michael out of his mother's face. "I'm sorry ma'am, please don't mind him. I believe this is our first time meeting. My name is Christina walker, Michael's girlfriend it's nice to finally meet you." She summed up while she stretched out her arms for a hug.

I ask. "It's nothing." She lies once again. "Nina!" I say raising my voice a little. "Okay. Okay fine. Here." She says and hands me her phone. A website was open and so was a article. It read: New couple alert? Supermodel Sarah Jones was seen spending time with American Billionaire Karter Allan. The two were photographed at a fancy dinner and then seen leaving a club giggling and chatting. We all think they looked super cute and have amazing chemistry. Don't you think?

She handed me a glass and perched on the arm of my couch, studying me like I was a specimen under glass. "What's this about?" I asked. "Something's been bothering me about this your new relationship with Jackson," she said quietly. "This Alex Porter person. I can't find them anywhere. LinkedIn. Company website. Nothing." "They're private..." "Sloane. No one is that private. Not in marketing." She leaned forward. "So I'm going to ask you one more time. And I need you to tell me the truth. What's really going on with you and Jackson?"

Jordan stepped forward, grinning broadly. “Marion Whitfield,” he said, clasping my hand. “Man, it’s been a minute. And who’s this stunning woman draped on your arm?” I glanced down at Demetria, pride pulling at my chest. “Michael, meet Demetria Hernandez. My woman and my—” I paused just long enough to make her blush before finishing, “—lucky charm.” Michael chuckled, shaking her hand warmly. “Lucky charm, huh? You must be doing something right, because he looks way too happy.”

Just who I needed. She smiled nervously. “Sorry, I—I forgot to ask. Could you make a quick video for Jordan?” I crossed my arms. “Who’s Jordan?” Her smile turned shy, eyes darting away. “My girlfriend.” I blinked. “Your… what?” She nodded quickly, biting her lip. “Yeah. Jordan. She’s obsessed with hockey, and you’re her favorite. She’s gonna die when she sees this.” My jaw actually dropped. “You’re telling me Reyes knew—”

We need a masterpiece not a romantic gesture for your girlfriend. Michael was never a fan of mine, he felt I got my position because of my father's status in the company and since then despised me. This isn't a gesture Micheal, we need fresh new ideas and I'm presenting one,if you've got some ideas please do well to share with the room thank you very much. Kourtney honey, please show your designs to the board. Kourtney

“Marie, sit properly. We need information.” I blinked. “Information?” Jules held up her phone like a trophy. I didn’t have to ask what she meant because on her screen was a paparazzi-style photo of me walking beside Maverick yesterday, then another picture of the both of us, and Maverick's mum having lunch. The dramatic headline underneath was so dramatic that I almost choked on my own saliva. ‘High Society Shake as Maverick Russo and His Girlfriend Dine with His Mother, The timeless Bianca Russo, Prime Telecoms’ Iconic Iron Widow.’

“This is Yara Jacobson, a family friend and also my girlfriend. Paityn is my business partner.” Yara was cheerful and animated. She extended her hand toward Paityn with a bright smile. “Hello, Ms. Paityn!” Underneath the sparkling crystal chandelier, Paityn felt her face turning pale. It wasn't that she couldn't accept Jamie having a girlfriend. They had broken up, after all. He was free to do as he wished. However, it was clear Jamie wasn’t going to let Paityn off easy. Even their brief meeting turned into another chance for him to take a jab at her.