Date: Wed, 14 Feb 2007 23:37:02 -0500 From: Angel J Subject: Justin's Angel-40 This is a sexually explicit story (at times) involving homosexuality. By continuing to read, you affirm under penalties of perjury that you are not a minor or in the company of a minor and are entitled to have access to this story. The following is a fictious story with no real basis or credibility.It is solely for the enjoyment of the reader. It does not imply anything about the sexual preferences or lifestyle of Justin Timberlake or any other celebrity herein mentioned in this story. Previously Michael looked up at him, then looked around at everyone and at this new room. "This house, its the house of my dreams, literally." Justin looked shocked. "What do you mean Michael?" "I have been dreaming of this house all my life, it was the house I always dreamed of living in. When I was in that orphanage I dreamed of a house just like this, a home for me. But when I went to live with Nana, I still dreamt of this house. Of the fireplace in the living room, the upstairs balcony in our bedroom. The same swimming pool in the back yard. When we drove up and I saw it, I felt I was finally home. Do you understand what I'm trying to say, Jus? This is my home, its always been meant to be my home." Justin hugged him, everyone standing looking in shock. "That's why I felt you in this house, last week, Mico. It has to be why. This house is your home. It's our home, for now and forever." Michael smiled at Justin, and at everyone else. They all smiled back, who could resist Michael's large happy smile. He leaned in kissing Justin deeply on his moist wet lips. "Thank you, sweetie. This is the best Christmas gift I've ever received." Justin beamed, his smile twice as large as Michael's. "Well,its not all of it. We have to furnish the whole house. We're going shopping tomorrow, we'll stock every room." Michael shook his head. "Oh, god. The shopping demon has been released." Everyone laughed. Michael got up with Justin, hugging everyone. He apologized for his outburst, everyone hugging him, knowing how this must of affected him. To have dreamed of this house since being a child,and then to walk into it, that must of been magical. They walked around with him now, all laughing with him, Michael telling Justin what the rooms should look like. Josh watched the two of them together, their hands entwined. He felt a deep jealousy, not for what they had for each other, but for what he didn't have. He felt so alone . Where are you, my love. Where are you, my soulmate? In another house, far away, another man stopped suddenly. He felt like someone had called out to him. His chest was bruised, his eyes wet with tears. He was close to the end of his rope. His life was at a crossroads. There was only one choice left to him. Death. Or life. Chapter 40 Michael and Justin stood looking out on the back yard of their new home. It was more beautiful than Michael had ever imagined. The pool was crystal clear, sunken into the middle of the lot, complete with cabana house, patio and barbeque pit.There was about two acres of green grass, enough room for a football game, or a small patio party. A large jaccuzzi was built into the end of the patio. Michael loved everything about the place, his hand squeezing Justin's. Justin looked into his eyes, seeing happiness and joy. "It's like my greatest dream has come true, Jus. I have the home I've always wanted and the man I've always dreamed about." Michael kissed him deeply, Justin feeling his love flow through him. They held each other as their friends stood quietly looking at them with smiles. "Okay, get a room, or jump in the pool to cool yourselves off. I'm starving." Joey said smiling. Michael laughed in mid kiss. "Way to ruin a moment, Joe. Well Jus, should we feed these hound dogs?" "I don't know, what do you think?" Justin smiled at him. "Well since we don't have any food here, or anything else, how about we go to Josh's and let him feed us?" Michael winked. Josh smirked. "Okay, hint taken. How about a barbeque at my place? But I want to be one of your first guests invited for dinner here." Michael smiled. He whispered into Justin's ear. Justin smiled. "Do you think we can be ready by then?" "Five days. I've got plenty of down time. I'm up for the challenge. You tell them." Justin smiled. "Okay, everyone, attention please. Michael, and I, want to invite all of you here for dinner friday night. A house warming slash christmas party. I know its two days before christmas but we think we can have the place ready." Everyone smiled and they all immediately agreed to come. Justin asked Joey to call Chris and Lance. "We haven't all been together since early september, guys." Joey smiled. Michael was looking forward to meeting Justin's two remaining band mates. Michael suddenly realized something. "We haven't discussed what we're doing for Christmas, Jus?" Michael asked. "We're having it right here, Mico. In our new home. I've invited my Mom and my dad to come as well as my step brothers on christmas eve. I want you to meet all my family." Michael looked at Justin with concern. "Jus, your father doesn't know yet. Are you sure about this?" "I want to tell him, Michael. I'm not going to hide you from my family. I know it was rough with my mom, but it worked out in the end. She fell in love with you, I'm sure he will like you too. I'm inviting them for dinner saturday night, if that's okay with you?" Michael smiled, trusting Justin's feelings, but determined to be there for him regardless of the outcome. "It's okay Jus, I'll be by your side, no worries." He kissed him again, groans coming from Joey and Josh. "Come on, lets get going or we'll have to hose them down." Joey laughed. Michael turned sticking his tongue out at him. "Geez, Justin. You let that long thing in your mouth." "Justin likes all my long things in his mouth." Michael said, staring at Joey. Joey turned two shades of red immediately. He'd walked right into Michael's trap. Everyone burst out laughing. Paulo loved Michael's twisted sense of humor. "I've told ya before, Joe, no one can top my man." Justin laughed, hugging Michael. Michael smiled at his lover, taking his hand in his. "Only you can top me, lover." Michael leered at Justin. Everyone started laughing again, Justin turning beet red. "Could you excuse us guys for just a second." Michael asked everyone. "Sure, Mikey. But you better make it quick, I think Joey's about to fade away from starvation." Josh smiled at him. Justin wasn't sure what Michael wanted to see him privately for, but his hopes were up. Michael pulled him into the house, walking him back into their new office. As soon as they were there, and the door closed, Michael pulled Justin's body against his, their lips meeting in lust. Justin was lost in Michael's intoxicating lust. He surrendered to his probing tongue and wandering hands. "Oh, god, Jus. I want you and need you so badly." Michael moaned. Justin wanted nothing more than to strip his man down and make love to him. "But its going to have to wait, sweetie." Michael said, dejection in his voice. He pulled away from him. "Jus, do you have sleeping bags or an old mattress at home?" "Got some bags and an air mattress, why?" Justin asked. Then it dawned on him. Michael took both of Justin's hands in his, looking into his blue eyes. "I want to spend my first night in Los Angeles, here in our new home, Jus. Just you and me, together in all this emptiness. Our house may be empty at this moment, but or hearts and souls are filled with each other's love. TO be here in the middle of all this openess tonight makes me feel like we truly are in the open finally. I want this house to be open. Open to our friends, our families and to each other. There will be no secrets or lies here. I love you Jus, with all my heart and soul. You've given me a piece of heaven on earth in this beautiful home. In our beautiful home. You were right, my love, your angel has come home." Justin started crying, Michael's beautiful words overpowering him. Michael pulled him close, knowing what his words had done to Justin. Justin clung to him, kissing Michael's neck while he cried. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until a light knock was heard on the door. "Come in, Josh." Michael said. Josh popped his head in. "How'd you know it was me, Mikey?" Josh smiled, then saw Justin's tears. "Everything okay, guys?" He said with concern. "Yeah, Joshy." Michael smiled. "I am going to use the john, sweetie. Take you time, Jus, I'll meet you at the front door when your ready." Michael smiled at him, kissing him lightly, then walked past Josh, patting him on the shoulder. He knew Justin needed to talk to his friend to make him regain his composure again. Michael hadn't wanted to upset Justin with his raw emotions, but he needed to say what he'd said. As soon as Michael left JUstin was hugging Josh. Josh hugged him back, not sure what was wrong. "You okay, buddy?" "I'm more than okay, Josh. I'm hopelessly, utterly in love with Michael. But he said something that pulled at my heart strings." "What did he say?" Josh was familiar with Michael's deep emotional and inspiring words. Justin repeated the words exactly. Josh was moved by Michael's deep acceptance of Justin's gift to him. He'd immediately picked up on the openess part, Michael's subtle way of telling Justin he was fine with the closest aspect of their life. But that this home would be their center, their place of freedom. There would be nothing but openess and honesty here. "He's so caring and accepting, he's putting his whole life into my hands. I love him so much for trusting me enough to love me." Justin was deeply moved by Michael's love fpr Justin. Josh envied and loved his friend's happiness. Justin smiled at him, Josh seeing so much happiness in his eyes and his smile. "Kiddo, I've never seen you look so happy. Michael truly is your soulmate. He's made you happier than I've ever seen you." Josh smiled. "That he has, Joshy, that he has. And our happiness is only beginning. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. He's holding me to his word, we're on a grand adventure. And I think he's going to make every day an adventure." Josh smiled at Justin's sense of purpose. His purpose to love this man forever. Then Josh saw Justin's face take on a look of concern, worry also. "What's wrong, Justin?" Justin told Josh about the phone call, Michael's dream and the letter. "What if this guy really wants to hurt Mico, Josh? How can I save him from this maniac, from this vision of Michael's." Josh was shocked that anyone would want to hurt Michael. The man was goodness at its best. "It's got to be a crank, Justin. Michael doesn't make enemies, he's too kind hearted." Justin smile at Josh's reassuring words. "But don't worry, Justin. All of us are here to protect him, and you. We won't let anything happen to him, or to you. Got me, bud?" Justin smiled, hugging him again. "Thanks, Josh. Love ya, man." Josh smiled. "Lets go make your man happy, and go to my place." Justin walked out with him, meeting everyone waiting at the front door. Michael smiled at Justin, he smiling back. He knew Michael was happy that Justin had Josh to talk to. The man was unbelieveable in his wanting to see Justin smile. They all piled into the vehicles, Paulo going with Josh and Joey to Josh's. Michael liked Paulo's blending in with all his new friends. Michael liked this young man. He saw a good friend in him, almost the same as Justin had found in Lonnie. They'd be more than just employee and employer. They'd be good friends. Alberto stood in front of the large cathedral's main altar. He'd prayed on his knees in front of the large crucifix of Jesus which was suspended twenty feet above the tiled floor. Below the statue's feet stood the sacred marble altar of Monguestra. On top of the white marble altar sat the Stone of Vengeance. It had other names, sacred names, handed down by generations. BUt the worth and value of this large stone was what was said to be hidden inside it. It was a large marble stone, pure marble and smooth as glass. A square block of black marble. On all four sides were carved ancient symbols, their meanings lost in the expanse of time. On the left side of the altar beside the stone was laid out a large ancient bound book. In this book was the prophecy of the people. Alberto had read that book, as had every person in the family. Bound in its words was their fate. Decided eons ago by god. Debates and arguments for centuries had been poured out over those hidden meanings, those hidden truths buried in those ancient words. The prophecy itself was only fifteen sentences long. The rest of the two thousand pages of text were arguments and discussions on the prophecies meanings. Alberto stood in front of the altar staring at the black stone. On the top stood a carved statue. It was a sculpture of the true cross. Jesus hung upon that cross, and a lone individual kneeled in front of it. That lone individual was the basis of this prophecy. He was the father of truth, the father of the family's conscience. The first of the ancient blood line. The blood line of god's servant. Alberto opened the book, staring at the lines of text again. Fifteen sentences that meant his family's salvation. He read them again. And through these final Days of Judgement the angel of god's love shall walk among thy chosen ones. He who shall be born of fifty souls united. He who shall be giving of love but tortured of soul. Through his golden eyes shall god seek our truth. For he shall bring forth the instrument of our redemption, emtombed in the stone of vengeance. He who cannot see shall see the final truth. His spoken judgement shall cleanse the heart of all the generations. A thousand and seven hundred souls shall glow in god's heaven. Thee rest shall be consumed in sin's embrace. And he shall rid the earth of that final sin, that sin against god. His own sacrifice shall be thy final testament to god's truth. Into himself shall he draw the weakness of our unworthy souls and he shall show us our commander of truth. And through his love and self sacrifice shall the chosen prosper through a thousand generations. Only through the heart and love of a child shall thy angel return to us. Through innocence and love shall he rise again. Alberto weighed the words over again in his mind. All the scholars had agreed that a sacred artifact was hidden in the stone, and that someone was destined to summon it forth. They had tried to break the stone years ago, to no avail. What resided inside could only be learned by god's messenger. A man would come among the people to show them that truth. Alberto had wept for hours after Paulo had told him of Michael's having golden eyes. "Through his golden eyes shall god seek our truth." It had to be Michael, it had to be. Alberto thought with all his heart that he was the key. Everything fit in a way that was unquestionable. A thousand seven hundred souls. There were at last count, two thousand and thirty seven members in the family. Three hundred and thirty seven people were sinners in the eyes of god. Over three hundred of his family would die because of their sins. Alberto was a faithful man. He believed in this prophecy as had his father, and his grandfather. As patriarch of the family he felt for these lost souls. But he couldn't change their sinful ways. And in the end they'd pay for the sin they'd brought to the clan. when Alberto was young the family was rooted in tradition, in a sense of purpose. But greed and vengeance had filtered into it's heart. His own son the greatest sinner of all. Alberto sighed deeply. He heard someone approach him, standing beside him. Marco stood still beside his grandfather. Alberto looked into his bright blue eyes, bluer than a clear ocean. "Are you well, grandfather? You seem tired." Alberto looked up at the statue above him. "In his coming I shall feel reborn. In his love I shall find hope." Marco smiled, his love for his grandfather unwaivering. Paulo had left him to care for his grandfather. Marco loved Paulo as a brother, although they were in truth cousins. "The time of our judgement draws near, Marco. The final stand is at hand. Paulo is with him now, my child. " Marco smiled, a knowing smile. He stepped forward putting his hand on the black marbled stone. He felt the heat immediately. The heat of hope. As a ritual of adulthood every member of the family had touched this stone, in the hopes of being the one. The one to free it's secrets. But no one had been he, he that was chosen by god. Alberto smiled at his grandson, seeing his beauty and his love. Paulo and Marco were alike in so many ways. But every grandfather has his favorites. Alberto had had five children. He now had seven grandchildren. Everyone being a treasure in themselves. Paulo was his favorite, Marco his second. Nico and Antonio were good men, true to the family.Sandaria and Tanisa were rays of sunshine.But Gina, she was his eldest grandchild, had fallen from his favor. Her husband Victor, was a thorn in his side. He saught power and prestige within the family, something Alberto didn't take well to. His greatest hope was that his grandchildren would find love and happiness in a world devoted to god. But bitterness and greed had festered into the family's soul. The loving messenger of god was their only hope. Michael, if he was the chosen one, was that hope. Alberto stared at the black stone, his reflection showing clearly on the flat glass like surface. Alberto stared into his own golden eyes. Michael and Justin walked back into their new home. They'd spent a few hours at Josh's, eating and having a good time. Paulo and Josh had hit it off well, finding a lot in common. Josh seemed to be smiling a lot. Michael smiled to himself. But his feelings he kept to himself. Time would answer much. Michael had tried to get Justin to tone down their desires for each other, feeling their friends deserved their attention more. But Justin had been flirting with Michael all evening, gentle touches, winks and light kisses. Even once he's brushed up against him from behind, Michael feeling his need against him. Every time Michael looked into his blue eyes he'd seen Justin's lust. Everyone had picked up on Justin's flirtacious mood, Michael seeing them laughing or blushing. Josh had even come up to him and commented. "Mikey, your man has got it bad. Why don't you guys take off, you don't have to hang with us." Michael smiled at Josh. "I like hanging with you guys. Horndog can cool himself till we get home. Then its no holds barred playtime." Josh blushed deeply, Michael laughing. Justin caught him laughing, smiling to himself. By the time they'd returned to Justin's house to pick up his car and their sleeping items, it was late. Justin went to get the bags, Michael raided the fridge and kitchen for some things. Justin showed Michael his six cars, Michael raising his eyebrows. Michael fell in love with Justin's small black convertible. Justin handed Michael the keys. Michael beamed, hopping in. They drove over to their new house, Justin loving the way Michael's hair blew in the breeze, it made him look sexy. Justin's hand was in Michael's lap the whole way, Michael smiling widely. When they walked into their new home, Michael carrying both sleeping bags and a bag of items. Justin dropped what he was carrying in the hallway and pushed him against the wall, his lips devouring Michael's neck. "It's been too long, babe. I need you against me naked." Michael felt Justin's hardness against his thigh. Justin began to undo Michael's pants. Michael kissed him deeply, still wanting this night to be special. Michael sat down the bag he was holding and dropped the sleeping bags to the floor. He gently pushed Justin away from him, taking his hand and leading him through the house and out the back door. He turned on the light, walking to the end of the patio. Michael started the jaccuzzi, letting the water bubble. "Hop in lover, and I'll go get us some refreshments." Before Justin could respond, Michael had gone back inside. Justin pulled off his shirt and pants, removing his briefs. He climbed into the hottub, feeling the warming water sooth his tired muscles. He stretched his muscular body the full length of the large tub. He lay back closing his eyes thinking of Michael's body soon to be against his. He opened them to see Michael standing beside the tub looking into Justin's eyes. "I love you, Jus." Justin teared up watching Michael sit down a tray of strawberries and chocolate syrup as well as a bottle of white wine with two glasses. Michael stood back up, and began to remove his clothing. Justin lay back watching the vision of beauty reveal itself to him. Michael's eyes never wavered from Justin. He pulled of his polo shirt, exposing his muscled hairy chest. Justin immediately felt his cock rising. Michael removed the remainer of his clothes, standing now in front of him. There was no shame in his eyes. He was showing Justin his body to excite him. And it did, completely. Michael climbed into the warm water, sitting across from Justin, still looking at his lover. "Your incredible, my love." Justin said in a thick voice. "So are you my darling." Michael said. JUstin saw the deep love in Michael's eyes. Within a heartbeat, Michael was in Justin's arms in the center of the tub, his body on top of Justin's. Michael's legs were wrapped around Justin's back, Michael was sitting in Justin's lap. Their lips were united in a kiss of deep passion. Their hands exploring each other's bodies with a familiar talent, knowing their spots of ecstasy. Michael could feel Justin's center rubbing against his ass, looking for its soul. "Take me Justin. Take me please to that higher plane of passion.I need you so much." Justin could feel Michael's need, his desire for Justin to make love to him. Justin's pulled Michael into his strong embrace, Michael's hands rubbing his hairy forearms, Justin had left them hairy to please him. To make Michael happy. Their kiss deepened as Justin positioned himself towards Michael's center. Michael lifted up then sank down onto Justin's heated center. Michael's soul ignited in an explosive vision of bliss. He heard all Justin's music again, singing into his soul. Justin felt Michael soul ignite on top of him, sparks flying into his mind. Sparks of desire and love. They felt the water all around them , their bodies cocooned in warmth. Their passion quicked with each upward and downward motion. Their lips devouring their souls. Michael and Justin exploded together in an orgasm of passion, their bodies spent. Both men were crying in each other's arms, this moment like all the others. A moment of intense love. Michael succumbed to his usual position, against his lover's chest. He lifted his body up to grab some strawberries and chocolate for his lover, which he fed to him gently. Their afterglow was an intimate loving time, tender kisses and little bites. Justin got up and brought a glass of wine for each of them. Michael kissed him and proposed a toast. "No matter what life brings us, my love, no matter how hard or troubled it is, I will love you every moment of every day from my heart and soul." Justin began to cry again, Michael holding him close, soothing his heart and soul. "I'm sorry, Mico. I'm sorry that I can't hold my feelings inside, I am such a baby." Michael pushed Justin away from him. Justin looked shocked. "God dammit, Justin. I am tired of this argument. I'm sick of you thinking your something your not.Look me in the eyes and tell me you love me." Michael's face was a picture of intense determination. Not anger, he could never show Justin anger. "of course I love you, Mico. I love you greater than I've ever loved anyone." "Then why do you hurt me. It hurts me so much to feel your insecurities. I love you. I love the fact that you cry when my words move you. It shows me you have a soul, a connection with me. That I touch your soul. That makes me feel alive." Michael now was in tears. Justin cried again, hearing Michael's deep meaning. He pulled Michael into his arms. "Please Justin don't hurt me with your love.I need your real love." Justin held him tight, knowing he'd never do that to Michael again. Michael's happiness would always be his greatest concern, his insecurities be damned. He knew what he had to say. "Your words always move my soul, Mico. I will always cry when you move me, and I will be proud of that fact. I love you with my half of our kindred soul. I'll never hurt you again, my love." Justin kissed him deeply, Michael pulling back, a large smile on his face. "Lets never mention this again, alright?" "Agreed." They both stood up now, their arms wrapped around each other. They both felt the chill of the evening breeze on their now wet bodies. Both young men walked into the house, walking upstairs to their new bedroom. Justin looked surprised when he walked into it. Michael had set up the air mattress, it was covered in the sleeping bags and pillows. Candles burned low all around the bed. Soft music played off a small ghetto blaster set on the floor. "Welcome to our love nest, my dear Justin." Justin smiled at his love, both men standing naked in front of each other. "Could I have this dance, my love." Michael said holding out his hand. Justin fell into his arms, Michael swaying to the music, tender kisses given. Before either one knew it, they were on the bed, Michael pleasing Justin's body with his passionate touch. Michael made love to Justin, their deep moans echoing off the empty walls, the echoes of their lustful breathing murmuring through the whole house. Their new house of love. Paulo lay in his bedroom listening to the silence. JC had insisted that he stay there, knowing the young man hadn't found a hotel that day. They'd talked for hours, Joey having left hours before. Paulo liked JC's passion for life. He'd shown him his music, his passion evident in every note. The man's sense of humor was exquisite too. But Paulo felt a loneliness in his soul also. A need for love. That set Paulo to thinking. Did he have feelings for this man? No, he couldn't allow that to affect his purpose here. But the man was so different. And it didn't hurt that the man was unbelieveably gorgeous. Paulo was gay, having accepted that years ago. His family knew, his love shining through regardless of that. Paulo listened and thought he'd heard someone talking. He got up quietly, walking to the bedroom door. He opened it slowly hearing someone talking in JC's room. He walked across the hall, listening at his door. He heard JC's voice as if he were dreaming. Paulo opened the door seeing JC tossing and turning in his bed. "Please show yourself, my love. Come to me please.I need you. Help me please! Don't hurt him!!!!" JC was fighting himself now, Paulo going to the bed quietly. JC bolted upright screaming. Paulo had him in his arms immediately. JC was half naked, sweat pouring from his body. "Calm down, JC, calm down." JC was still fighting him, not knowing where he was. Then JC's eyes focused on Paulo. "Oh god, Paulo. What happened? Why are you here?" Josh blushed seeing his half naked body. Paulo had no shirt on either. "You must of been having a nightmare. You were yelling, I heard it from my room. I came over to see if you were alright and you jumped up screaming. I was just trying to calm you down, I'm sorry." Josh smiled shyly. "It's okay, Paulo. Thanks for being here for me." "No prob, JC." "Please, Paulo, call me Josh. All my good friends do." Paulo smiled, Josh looking into his deep green eyes. "So , do you remember what the dream was about?" "I remember looking for someone, for my soulmate. I was in a house going room to room, there was no one or nothing in each room. The house was completely empty. I couldn't find him. Then I saw him at the end of a hall, he was turned away from me. His shirt was off and there were bruises all over his back. He was crying, and then I saw someone hitting him. I tried to rush to him, but my feet wouldn't move. I screamed to reach him. That's when I woke up." Josh was still trembling, Paulo hugged him again. "It's alright, Josh. It's just a dream." Josh didn't think so, his mind flashed to Michael. He told Paulo about Michael's vision of him finding a soulmate. A man hurt and in pain. Paulo listened to it all, letting Josh express his feelings. "Josh, there could be a couple of reasons for this dream." Josh looked at Paulo, wanting to hear what he had to say. "Well to start with, you dreamt of an empty house. You saw that today. Justin and Michael's new home. I'm sure if you thought about the structure and design of the rooms in your dream you would see that it was their home." Josh realized that Paulo may be right. "And the man in your dream, the one you thought of as your soulmate, he was bruised and in pain, and you saw someone hurting him. That could be a version of Michael's vision. His words literally come to life. His being hurt and in pain. Your subconscious dealt with those words in that way." Josh thought about that, maybe that could be it. But why did it feel so real. Josh lay back a bit, Paulo still holding him. He felt safe, he felt calm. Paulo smiled at him. "Does that help, Josh?" Paulo asked, his gaze never leaving Josh's face. "Yes, Paulo. Thank you, it does. I just don't know if its what happened." Paulo patted his shoulder. "It's okay, Josh. I understand how nightmares can hurt. I had a lot when I was a child after my mom died." "I'm sorry, Paulo. I didn't know." "It's okay, my life is my life. I live for the moment." Josh felt concern for this man, wanting to be his friend. Then Josh looked at his naked torso, seeing the beautiful man in front of him. Before he could help himself he leaned in, kissing Paulo on the lips. Paulo didn't resist, in fact he returned the action. Then Josh felt him push back. "I'm sorry, Josh. I can't do this. Please forgive me." Paulo got up backing away from him. "Your a wonderful man. Kind and caring. You deserve your soulmate. Don't risk that on someone as unimportant as me." Paulo walked out, not looking back. Josh sat there staring after him. His tears fell, knowing he'd gone too far. Paulo stood quietly in the hallway, banging his fists against his chest. His thoughts echoeing off his empty heart. This can't be happening, I can't let this happen. I have to be here for Michael. My desires are secondary. My purpose is clear. Michael needs my guidance. But why doesn't my heart believe that. Why can't I find love also. Paulo's tears ran down his tanned cheeks. He cried alone in his private world. End of Chapter 40 Well, halfway done! Just kidding. Don't know where this will lead me or for how long. So, some interesting developments. Who is Alberto? What does the prophecy mean? Is Paulo Josh's soulmate? Is there blossoming love there? Keep reading, hearts shall soar. Mine at the moment is grounded, due to bad weather. Angel.