Chapter 11
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[Warning s****l Conduct]
Whose Lovin You?!
Myra
I was nervous about going to meet Michael's family. I was nervous when the entire world was going to know that I was engaged to Michael.
I knew though that I could do all of this as long as I had Michael by my side. With him along side of me there was nothing that we could not do together.
We landed at Neverland late in the night in Michael's private helicopter. He told me the first day there we would have the whole place all to ourselves. And that later on once I was settled in, he would invite the family over to meet me.
He had begun to show me around his place once he took me to his bedroom. And we left our luggage there. "If you have any questions about anything feel free to ask me, Myra. Ask anything" he announces as we stop in his private dance studio room.
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There were mirrors everywhere. Solid wood floors. It was stunning. He plays some music over head on the speakers. Then he smiles my way. Clicking his fingers. Bobbing his head to the beat.
I feel the shyness coming back to me. MJ. The King of Pop. At times he was just Fletcher to me. Then at times bigger than life he was this stunning creature that I thought I would never be able to see before my eyes. I try to brush the sudden shyness that washed over me.
"Baby what is it?" he asks me.
He places an arm around my waist. Then pulls me at his side. He kisses me. I melt in his arms. The way Fletcher would. I shake my head. He was always Michael. Not Fletcher. I had to get past this.
"Nothing" I mutter. "Nothing"
"I know there is something wrong. Why did you look so shy? I thought we worked past that?" he asks me. He kisses the top of my forehead.
I sigh. "I thought so too. Michael. I swear. At times it feels like we are Fletcher and Myra back in our own little world. Then...then this" I stammer.
"I will have to show you that Michael has always been Fletcher. There never was a Fletcher. You fell for Michael" he chuckles.
"I know that. My brain won't process this!" I mutter.
"I know girls tend to get nervous around me. Faint. Scream. But I never thought you were that type of girl" he remarks. He laughs.
I wrinkle my nose at him. "That kind of girl? What do you mean that kind?" I ask him.
"I mean you don't want to scream my name in my face?" he asks me. I shake my head. "Do you want to pull off all my clothing?" he jokes. My faces flushes. "I might let you do that one" he teases.
I swat him playfully. I laugh. I feel at ease. He always had away to make a joke turn my bad mood into a better day. One of the many things that I loved about him. "No, I am not going to faint when I am here or scream at you. Or pull off your clothing" I laugh.
"Alright then. Work past this. I have an idea" he mentions.
"Oh?" I ask him.
"Were you nervous on our first date?" he wants to know. "With Fletcher?"
My face turns red again. "Actually, I was. I am a shy person. I can't help it" I giggle.
He grins looking pleased. "I want you to enjoy yourself around me baby. Be at home with me. I do not want you to draw away from me. I want you to be drawn to me" he says to me.
"I am. Really. Just I feel so many things. All at once" I sigh.
"Tell me all of them. Share them with me. I want to know" he pleads.
He kisses me. "We always shared everything. We did not keep things from each other. That was what was so hard for me. I wanted to tell you everything. I never meant to hurt you"
"You were in hiding right? Did they really get the person who was trying to harm you?" I worry.
He nods. "They are locked away" he promises me.
"That must have been so scary for you. And you could not talk to me about it" I mutter. For once I was not focused on me. I was thinking of how he felt the whole time.
"I was more worried that if they found me that they would try to harm you. I could not bare that" he admits. "I could not wait until they were caught. I planned on telling you who I was. But then the press went and told the world before I could tell you" he mutters.
I touch his cheek with my hand. "Hey, I know now you did not mean to hurt me. I get why you did what you did. I also know how much you love me. And I love you too" I remind him. He smiles at me as he looks me in the eyes. "I love you"
"Myra, I love you so damn much" he promises me.
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He kisses me. Our lips mold together. He groans softly.
"Can I ask you something Michael?" I ask as I pull away.
"Ask away" he tells me.
I nod. "What drew you to me? Why did you want me? To date me? To be with me? Just why?"
He shakes his head. "Myra, you are the most beautiful woman that I ever laid eyes on. I have saw many women in my life time. None of them compared to you. When I saw you then I knew I wanted you. I had to have you. I admit it was a challenge for me. I am used to getting any woman that I wanted. Here I was a common man. What drew you to me?" he asks me.
"One of the reasons was you looked like my favorite singer. Michael Jackson" I laugh. He laughs with me. It felt good to connect. Laugh like this.
Be together.
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I lean into him. Pressing my lips to his. I feel his hand in the back of my hair. He groans softly. Our lips dance together. Our kisses are deeper each time. Lingering longer. "Myra?" he mutters.
"Yes?" I whisper.
"Let's take this to my room! I want you! In my bed!" he whispers to me. All I can do is nod yes.
He pulls apart from me. He takes me by the hand. Lacing our fingers together. He leads me to his room upstairs. He had a king size bed. His whole room was as big as my own little apartment. It was stunning. I loved it too. "Is all that shyness gone now baby?" he asks me.
He kisses me again before I can answer. "Yes!" I mutter breathlessly after the kiss.
"Good" he answers me.
He allows me to lift his shirt up off his head. Tossing it to the floor. I remove my top. He slides my bra strap off one of my shoulders. Then as his eyes never leave mine, he slides the other strap off of me.
He yanks me close to his body. Flesh on flesh. Skin to skin. Heart to heart. He moves me to his bed. I flop down on the cozy soft white blanket. He takes off his pants. I remove mine.
He leans down claiming my lips on his. Claiming my heart. Claiming my spirit. I feel him enter inside of me. We become one. He groans softly as he rocks inside of me. I cling to him. He was not the star the world knew. He was not Fletcher. He was my Michael.
Mine.
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"My Michael. My sweet man" I mutter in between kisses. My hands roam down his chest. He grunts with pleasure hearing me say his name.
He leans down nibbling kisses near my ear. "Say it again baby. Please. Who is your man?" he whispers to me.
"Michael. Michael is my man. The love of my life. I love you Michael" I groan his name as pleasure shakes in me. "Michael" I shamelessly call out to him. "Michael!" I moan.
His kiss quiets my moans in the night. "Myra you have my heart. Please baby never break it" he whispers to me in a very serious tone.
"Never Michael. Your baby will never leave. Never break your heart" I vow.
"My baby never would" he agrees. He kisses me. Soon we spend the whole night in each other's arms. Never wanting to let one another go.
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