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

Chapter 114 - Torn apart

"Michael!" 

"Wrong answer...." he smirks tickling me wildly in the sand again. 

"No! No!" I laugh out. "I give up!"

He stops still having me pinned down, as he raises a playful eyebrow. 

I blush widely clearing my throat. "I'm sorry, daddy...." 

"You have to moan it." Michael says making me narrow my eyes. I groan in protest and Michael begins to move his hands.

"I'm sorry, Daddy..." I moan quickly. "There!" 

He busts out laughing as I push him off of me, grumbling. I sit up swatting the sand out of my hair as he lays back in laughter. 

"You're so irritating..." I mutter getting up wiping the sand off of me, before flipping my hair walking down the beach. 

"Wait...I'm sorry!" he laughs out running after me, giggling. 

I glare at him, before looking away. He giggles leaning in my ear whispering; "That moan is music to my ears., though..." he whispers before walking away smirking. 

I blush deeply as he looks back at me giggling. He reaches his hand out for mine and we intertwine our fingers walking along with each other back to the hotel. taking the stairs before reaching to our floor. 

"Did you finish packing?" he asks looking around the hallway as I shrug. 

"Kind of...I still have more things to pack." I mumble. I yawn slightly, as we walk to his room. He fumbles around, grabbing the key out of my pocket.

He smirks slowly. "Do you need help packing? Like bras?"

"Shutup Michael..." I blush as he unlocks the door. We take two steps inside before my heart drops to my knees. 

Michael takes another step, his face going slightly pale.

The whole room was trashed. Pillows ripped apart, mattresses turned over, scratches on the wall, wallpaper that hung limply off it. Clothes thrown everywhere, vases broken....you get the picture.

I stand in the same spot, looking around at a loss for words. 

"M-michael--"

"Look at this...." he swallows hard, his voice shaking with anger.

"S-someone must have broken into your room, when we were out..." 

"No kidding, Tatiana." he lashes out bitterly. He closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry..." he whispers weakly. 

I stay silent as I stare around the room in a daze. 

"I-I need to get Frank." he says quietly. I hear footsteps behind me and I turn around seeing Greg and Ricky walk in grinning. 

"Hey man, what's--" Greg goes mute as he steps in the room. "I thought ya'll were freaks but this--"

"Can you stop clowning around for two minutes, Greg?!" Michael almost shouts out. "Look at this place!"

"It's hard not to look! It's a wreck, what did ya'll do?" Greg says in shock as he takes a step forward, trying not to step on broken glass. 

"We didn't do anything! We went--" Michael stops speaking, shaking his head. "Someone broke in here." 

"How can someone do that? Wasn't someone in the halls guarding?" 

Michael looks over at me silently, with almost a knowing look. If we could have snuck past them last night, anyone else possibly could too.