The Way You Make Him Feel - Part One

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You were one of the hottest models right now in the world and got a phone call. Your agent tells you Michael Jackson wants you as his female lead in his upcoming 'The Way You Make Me Feel' short film from his new album, 'Bad'.

"Sure. Let him know I'll do it." You say as you come off a set for a photo shoot.

"I'll notify his manager straight away." Your agent nods before walking off to use the phone.

A little while later she comes back but this time she's not alone. You look up and see the man himself before you, he's wearing grey stretchy pants with a white long sleeve shirt with a black shirt underneath and a black vest over the top. He must have been filming for something else or he probably walks around like that all the time, who knows.

*Michael's POV*

I couldn't believe my eyes, this is the woman every man in the world wants right now. The sexiest woman alive, and she's sitting in the chair in front of me in nothing but a black and gold bikini. I clear my throat so I don't look too obvious that I've been staring at her body.

"Hello." She says as she stands, my god. The legs on her.

"Hello." I smile at her, she shakes my hand.

"It's lovely to meet you, Mr Jackson." She smiles.

"It's lovely to meet you too, Y/N. And please, call me Michael." Trying very hard not to be distracted by her beauty. It's too much. I can't believe she agreed to doing my short film with me, to be honest I thought she was joking when she said yes.

"I didn't know you were coming down here, Michael." She says.

"Oh I just wanted to see you in person and fill you in on the details of what's going on with the upcoming film. I have the timetable here." I hand her a folder and she looks through it.

"Thank you for this. So I guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow?" She smiles up at me.

"Yes. Until tomorrow." I smile.

She gives me a hug goodbye, I wish she hadn't. The things she does to me in that bathing suit is unbearable. I hug her back and then leave.

*The Next Day*

Karen is doing my hair and makeup and all I can think about is Y/N. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, it saddens me to think I'll probably never see her again once the filming is done hence she's a busy woman. And we know nothing about each other.

"I know what you're thinking." Karen sighs while applying make up on my face.

"What?" I ask.

"You like her, you probably think you won't see her again after this. You did this with Ola too in Thriller. But you saw her pretty much all the time after filming was done." She says.

"I know but Ola's different." I sigh.

"How so?" She asks, stepping back to look at me.

"Ola was just a mutual friend. Y/N is the most successful and most talked about model in the world. Every man in the world wants her, she probably wouldn't want to hang around me anyway. She's too busy." I sigh.

"Michael I wish you wouldn't talk that way. Just talk to her, get to know her. You never know...she might want to stick around." She smiles while finishing off my hair.

I walk out of my trailer to speak with the director about the scenes. I then see Y/N walk out of her trailer wearing a short black dress that hugged her curves perfectly and her curly hair falling past her shoulders. I didn't even notice the director snapping his fingers in front of my face. I blush.

"Sorry." I giggle, feeling embarrassed.

We have a few minutes before we start filming so I take this opportunity to go talk to Y/N.


You're loving this look Michael picked out, he has good taste. The dress hugged your curves and your curls were bouncy. Your make up could make you stand out in a crowd. You smiled to yourself, you were happy to be doing this. You were getting tired of just doing photo shoots and fashion shows you liked doing something different for a change.

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" You turn around and see Michael standing there leaning up against your trailer with a smile on his face.

"I could say the same thing about you. Who's really the model here?" You smirk, making Michael blush.

"Oh you are. I'm just the musician in this story. You nervous?" He asks, stepping closer to me.

"A little but I'm happy to be doing this. It's different from what I'm usually doing. I was getting tired of photo shoots and walking down a catwalk." You sigh.

"Well I'm glad to be the one to drag you away from that for awhile." He smiles at you.

"Me too." You smile back at him.

"Did you want to maybe hang out after shooting? Just to get to know each other a little better?" He asks. You heard he was shy and just looking at him you see that now. Him asking you out must have taken a lot of effort for him, he's looking down at his feet with his hands in his pockets. You place your finger under his chin to lift his face up to yours.

"I would love to." You smile. He flashes that famous smile that the world loves.

"Places everyone!" The director yells.

You and Michael get into position and start filming. You were really enjoying yourself and couldn't stop staring at Michael, you finding yourself getting more and more attracted to him by the second. The director called it a day and Michael came up behind you poking your side causing you to jump and giggle.

"You did great today." He gives you a cheeky smile.

You were both getting more comfortable around each other now after today's shooting.

"Thank you. You did wonderfully too." You smile at him.

"Get changed and we'll go to my home." He smiles then gives you a wink before disappearing into his trailer.

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