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

Chapter 152

Michael's POV

"I don't know how you are going to expect us to find another backup for Tati at such short notice." Frank mumbles.

I stare blankly in space through my shades as I chew on my gum. "Find one on the next break."

"So you're still not going to tell me what the hell happened?" he raises an eyebrow as I lookout the window, remaining silent.

He sighs and rubs the back of his head. "Alright,  I'll see what I can do."

Tatiana's POV

"I can't believe this..." Sheryl mumbles, shaking her head in utter disbelief. "How could he just--fire you?" she says angrily. "Has he lost his fucking mind?!"

"You have to have one to lose it." Greg mumbles under his breath.

"He didn't fire me.." I say calmly folding my clothes in my suitcase. "I quit."

"You can't quit!" she whines. "There has to be something that can fix this!" she stares at my suitcase and then at Ricky and Greg pleadingly. "Can't you guys talk to him?!"

"I've tried. I can't find him anywhere." Ricky rubs the back of his head. "He's hiding because he knows he did wrong."

I roll my eyes and snort. It was typical of Michael to pull something like this.

Coward.

"It wouldn't make a difference who talked to him because I quit. I don't even want to deal with--" I wave my hands around before throwing a shirt in my suitcase. "This."

I sigh as I brush a curl out of my face. "And anyway, I--" before I can finish the phone rings and I sigh looking over at Greg. "Can you get that?"

He reaches for the phone and answers; "Hello?" he says before taking a swig of Pepsi. He suddenly begins choking as his eyes grow big.

"Yeah---" he pauses as he listens to the person on the other line. "She's right here...." he looks over at me before passing the phone to me as I take it.

"Hello?"

"I heard what happened..." a familiar deep voice says on the phone.

"Prince?" I almost groan as I rub my forehead. "How did you--"

"I know everything." he says simply. He clears his throat before speaking up again. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" I say calmly, my voice cracking slightly.

He stays silent for a moment.

"You're coming to Minneapolis."

I chuckle weakly. "Says who?"

"I'll have a plan ticket sent out." he says before the phone goes dead.

"What did he want?" Sheryl asks as I put the phone on the receiver.

"To come to Minneapolis." I say blankly.

"Are you?" she asks as I continue throwing clothes in my suitcase. "I-I mean what will Michael say?"

"As far as Michael is concerned..." I huff zipping up my suitcase before lugging it off the bed. "I could give less than a fuck about what he thinks. He already believes I've been passed around more times than a collection plate on Sunday."

"Tat—"

"He can go and just fuck himself." I say angrily before going into the bathroom slamming the door behind me.

Michael's POV

I chew my gum harder as my jaw clenches and I mindlessly fiddle around with my fingers, before the car phone begins to ring.

Frank sighs and picks up the phone; "Frank Dileo."

He pauses and looks over at me, before turning his body slightly away. "He wants to what? How the hell did he get news of this?"

I raise an eyebrow at him as he sighs and closes his eyes rubbing his forehead. "I'll give you a call....let me talk to Mike.....yeah. Fine." he mutters before slamming the phone on the receiver.

I glance over at him before he shakes his head, running a hand over his face.

"Prince and his people work fast." he mutters. "If he got word of this that leaves me no time before the press gets ahold of more of this love saga with you both." he lets out a groan. "However the hell did he find out?"

"I told him."

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Hello everyone!

I'm back! And contrary to to belief...I am not dead lol

I'm so sorry I just kind of disappeared. I've read all of your comments, inboxes and more.

I haven't been on Wattpad much (so much has changed on here. What is with this premium thing, I don't understand the coin b.s, what is happening lol)

I know many have wondered where have I gone...and honestly life has been insane and got in the way.

I am a bit rusty with my writing skills and I've been a little uninspired lately (it sucks) but I decided to take a moment out and read some of the chapters and take a swing at this again.

I know this chapter is a bit boring but I promise I have the next planned out and am currently writing.

Consider the next one my official "comeback"

Please be patient with me!

Some have wondered if my love for Michael has died....and I just want to say.

Nope. Not in the slightest. Not even close.

I am so excited to be back to wattpad, and even though it will take me a moment to adjust—I am so glad to come back on this amazing creative journey with all of you!

Xoxoxo,

moonwalkergal 💋