The Girl Is Mine! [Michael Jackson]

Chapter 13

[Warning s****l Conduct]

Shamone

Myra

"Myra what are we going to do with all this left-over food? Some of this is going to go to waste. What on earth was I thinking?" Michael chuckles the next day as we stand together looking over all the food in the fridge and there were so many pies left out on the counters. Some pies were full pies. Some were half eaten.

There was every kind of pie you could imagine. Many. Blueberry. Strawberry. You name it. It was here. I giggle as I rest my hands on my hips and look around us.

Michael had went over board for our party. But it had been so sweet of him. I bite my lip fighting off a fun idea that was playing in my head. I saw online once where Michael had a fun food fight with his friends on his birthday. I also read he liked having fun. And that he was playful.

I grin as I pick up a pie near me. "Michael" I call his name.

He looks up at me. "Yes, babe what?" he asks me.

"I know what we can do with all these pies" I say in the most serious tone that I could muster up. It was so hard not to laugh right now.

He smiles at me. "What can we do with them? Donate them?" he begins to say.

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Just as he does, I nail it. Hitting him in the face with the pie. The rest of the pie drops to the floor. I burst into laughter. Michael licks whip cream off his lips. Then moves some of it off his eyes so he can see me. His hat he had on fell to the ground. He shakes his head but is smiling. He laughs along with me. He snatches a pie nearby him.

I squeal but before I can duck, he nails me with a pie. Soon pies are flying all over the kitchen. We are having a blast chasing one another around the room. Hitting each other with all the pies that were left.

I never felt more sticky in all my days. There was finally once pie left over in the right-hand corner. Michael and I make a beeline for the pie at the same time. I nearly slide on some whip cream that was on the floor.

"Oh crap!" I squeal. My arms are waving about as I try to grasp the counter top.

"Myra!" he calls out with worry and some laughter. He goes to try to grab me. I end up pulling him down with me on the messy floor.

"Ouch!" I laugh. He is leaning near my side laughing to. "I am so sticky" I giggle.

"Same" he laughs. He had a happy twinkle in his eyes.

He reaches over helping me remove whip cream from my eyes. I lick some off the side of my cheek. "What made you do that?" he laughs. "I had so much fun" he laughs.

I grin. "I saw that online food fight you had before on your birthday. It looked so fun. I never have done anything like that. I wanted to have fun with you like we had back in the apartment. I want to blend in" I giggle.

"I am so happy you are here Myra" he whispers softly. He leans in kissing me on the lips.

"Michael, I really need a shower" I laugh.

He nods. "Me too. How about we take one together?" he offers with a wink.

"Alright. You have yourself a deal" I agree.

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He steals another kiss from me. Then he gets up off the floor. He helps me get off the floor. He calls in house cleaning. Just as his maid was coming into clean our mess, we made we hear her cussing in Spanish.

We laugh as we head to his bathroom. I grab some clean clothing for the both of us. Michael was making sure the water was warm enough there in the shower before we hop in.

Michael had two white towels out ready for us when we were done. "Water is ready baby" he calls out to me. I nod.

We strip down to nothing. Michael grins shyly at me. His gazes in takes every inch of my curves. I feel my cheeks blushing with pleasure. He holds his hand out to me. I take his hand.

Then he leads me in the shower. The warm water cascades down my back. Washing the sticky feeling off me. Michael gets the wash cloth out. He suds it up for me. I feel him washing my back. Water trickles down my flesh.

I turn around. He washes my breasts. I grin as he smiles back at me. He leans in kissing me the water blurs my vision a bit. The wash cloth falls to the floor. He wraps me in his arms. Ready to express his love for me.

My heart races faster. I manage to move my legs enough for him to enter inside of me. He was hard. He was ready for action. I gasp as he thrusts inside of me.

I lean my head on his shoulder and cling to him. I feel his hand lift my chin up to look him in the eyes. I see a pool of love there ready to spill over in those brown eyes for me. He smashes his lips to mine. I return each kiss.

"I never felt this way about anyone before Myra" he whispers to me. "Take this seriously with what I say. Take it right to that heart of yours. My heart belongs to yours. I love you" he promises me.

I gasp as he hits my gspot there in the moment. "Michael you have my heart. My soul. I love you too" I vow. "You are the only one for me"

I feel him explode with me. God the water made it extra hot in here. He pants as he holds onto me. We hold onto one another as the water falls over us.

Neither one of us saying another word. Sometimes you did not need to. The water started to get a little chilly. He turns off the water then we both get out. He wraps me up with a towel. Then kisses me. I hand him a towel.

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We get dressed then rest there on his bed. I lay there at his side. He smiles at me.

"When ever I feel this happy, I always fear that something is going to come along and take away all this that I have. It scared me Myra. Do you ever feel that way?" he wonders. I nod.

"I do. This all feels like a fairy tale. Falling in love with Michael Jackson. Not that I did not dream of it growing up" I giggle.

He grins as he looks pleased by my words. "Was I always your favorite singer growing up? Or did that change?" he wonders.

"You were my top favorite. Though I did love Spice Girls" I giggle.

"Well thank goodness they did not last huh?" he jokes.

I shake my head and laugh. "Michael" I giggle.

"What is your favorite song that made you love my music?" he asks me. "Sorry to ask about me. I could never ask this before when I was Fletcher. It is kind of fun. I want to know" he laughs.

I feel my cheeks blushing. "Well back when you were with the Jackson 5, I love the song Lonely Teardrops. The way you remade the song was so good. I loved it" I admit to him. "Then of course I love The Way You Make Me Feel. Every morning before work I used to play that on my cd player" I giggle. I feel so silly confessing these things to him.

"Did you ever see The Wiz?" he wonders.

"Every video. Everything you ever made I saw it" I promise him. "I used to tape you when you were on MTV so that way, I could watch you again and again"

"You sure mend a broken heart Myra. You make me feel so good inside. I can't explain it" he says to me. He kisses me. "I am thrilled I was your favorite. You knew me before I could know you. Not really fair" he teases.

"Well what is it you want to know about me that you might not already know?" I ask him.

He looks thoughtful. "Favorite movie?" he asks me.

"It Happened One Night. The old classic. With Clark Gable" I tell him.

"I love old classics" he agrees. "Your favorite actor?" he asks me.

"Well that is hard. I love a few of them. Clark Gable. To Johnny Depp" I mention. "I love old shows and old movies" I say.

"Remember the first night I spend the night at your place?" he asks me.

I nod. I grin. "We watched TV Land. They had on Green Acers and Bewitched" I say to him.

"That was the best night" he sighs. "I could do that the rest of my days with you. Snuggling on the couch" he tells me.

I blush happily. "Me to Michael. Me too"

"Myra, I need to tell you something" he sighs.

"Go for it" I say.

"Being my life long fan, you know what I have dealt with in my past. They look for anything to tare me apart. I do not want that to happen to you. Let's say we do get married. If at any point you feel you can't handle the pressure speak up. I would hate for you to leave me. But I do not want your life destroyed along with mine. I could not bare it if they got to your pure heart" he worries.

My heart breaks for him hearing those words. I reach out touching his cheek with my hand. I kiss him. "Back home I was scared. I had thought about that. I also thought about how my life was going to be without you in it. I could not bare that. I would rather be with you. Fighting alongside you. I won't leave you" I promise him. "I am a tough cookie" I remind him.

He grins. "I hope so. Remember that though baby" he warns me.

I kiss him. "Remember this. Love is stronger than lies. Love is stronger than hate. They will never tare us apart" I promise him. "No one can take me away from you"

I kiss him with all the love I had. Others had failed him. But I was never going to fail him. And in time he was going to see that. My love was forever. Not for a day. My love was going to heal his broken heart forever.

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