Michael had just finished rehearsals with his crew and he was exhausted from it all.
It took us forever to get to the hotel because the fans and the paparazzi were chasing us in the limo.
As soon as we got to our destination, we went inside and got on the elevator to get to our room.
I was in a playful mood and so, I began running as fast as lightning to get to the room before Michael did and when I got there, I quickly shut and locked the door.
"Come and get me Michael"!
I laughed.
"What are you doing, sweetie"?
Michael knocked on the door, but found that it was locked.
"Who is it"?
I asked him.
"It's Michael Jacksoooon"!
The king of pop called out to me playfully.
"What's the magic word Michael Jacksoooon"?????
I asked, giggling mischievously.
"Please let me in! I'm so tired and I wanna go to bed"!
Michael whined childishly.
"What's the—
"DOGGONE IT! Let me in! Right nooooooow"!
Michael was already at his breaking point.
Finally, after I was done, I unlocked the door and let him in.
Michael immediately walked into our hotel room and he shut the door and locked it.
While I waited patiently for his reaction, the king of pop sat down on the bed and crossed his arms while pouting.
"Aw, does my baby need a kiss"?
I cooed, and walked over to him.
Michael turned his head away from me.
I looked at him in the eye for a minute or two before Michael finally started giggling.
"You really got me good, didn't you sweetheart"?
He smirked playfully, lightly booping me on the nose with his finger.
"S-shut up"!
I blushed shyly and we both laughed.
