The Way You Make Me Feel - A Michael Jackson Love Story

Chapter 93 - The Story of Jack

DISCLAIMER: A lot of LaToya's POV are flashbacks. These flashbacks are from her book "Starting Over" a lot of it was in her own words DIRECTLY  from the book (because I wanted to make this story as real as possible), with some events exaggerated by me. For those parts I give all credit to her....so before I get attacked about "plagiarism" please know that I give all credit to LaToya Jackson on some of these events in her life, and her work. Thank you.

Tatiana's POV

"Tatiana, are you ready yet?!" Michael calls from the bottom steps.

"In a minute, Michael!" I yell going through my makeup bag in a rush.

"Well hurry! I want to get there early!"

"Damn, you're so impatient..." I snort to myself applying a light layer of lip gloss to my lips.

In about an hour we are to be at the airport, on our way to be back on the Bad Tour. I can't help but smile at myself in the mirror. Everything now seemed right.

I'm back on tour to be reunited with my best friends, and doing what I love the most.

With the man I love the most.

"Tatiana.." a voice interrupts my thoughts as I turn around seeing Michael. He's wearing a red button up shirt, with a black bomber jacket over it. His curly hair is pulled back with his usual black curl going down his forehead.

He bites his bottom lip slowly staring at me causing me to blush and look down.

"I'm sorry, I'll be ready in a minute..." I say looking down zipping my makeup bag up.

I throw it in my carry on, and looks up at Michael who's still staring at me.

"What?" I chuckle softly putting my bag over my shoulder.

"Nothing..." he smirks slowly and suddenly he lunges at me. I squeal loudly as I land on the bed with him on top of me.He begins to kiss my neck quickly causing me to laugh.

"Michael! Move!" I whine squirming under him. He intertwines my leg with his locking me down on the bed.

"No, I kinda like this position." he teases causing me to roll my eyes. He laughs and leans down pressing his lips against mine, kissing me slowly.

"Thank you for coming back." he whispers. "Even though I didn't act like it, I really missed you..." his voice becomes even softer as he stares in my eyes.

I feel my face heat up at the effect he's having on me at this moment. Our lips brush against each other, before he slowly presses his lips against mine;

"MICHAEL!" someone yells in the hallway.

Micheal and I groan lightly as he presses his forehead again, closing his eyes.

"What?" Michael calls back irritated on our kiss being cut short.

"It's time to go!" Wayne yells, receiving a sigh from Michael. He climbs off of me as I get off the bed. He grabs my bag and kisses my forehead. He trails down to my lips and pecks at my lips making me giggle.

"We'll finish this later.." he chuckles walking out the bedroom. I blush following after him as he jogs down the steps quickly with my bag over his shoulder.

We walk out to the limo in the circular driveway, seeing Bill and several of Michael's bodyguards loading suitcases in the trunk of the limo. As we walk to the car, Michael opens the door for me as I slide in.