Michael Jackson sexy stories ~Royal Jackson~

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      I'm Michael Joseph Jackson. An intelligent and tough detective in Chicago Illinois. I'm 33 years old and I've been in the FBI for 5 years now.

My wife, Lyda has been a big part of my life. She's a full time lawyer and we make a lot of money together.
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"Michael wake up" Lyda said tapping me my bare chest. I got up and smiled at her beautiful face

"You're so beautiful" I softly said caressing her face

"Thank you babe.. now get up" she said laughing

She was walking out of the room and I said something under my breath

"Nice ass"

"I heard that Michael" she said down the hall

I got up out of bed and my tank top. I went downstairs to news on talking about a murder that occurred in downtown Chicago.

"Lyda turn that up" I requested and she turned the volume

"Two children were found dead in a freezer. They said that they were in there for two years. Mother confessed to throwing the kids in the freezer and she said she doesn't regret killing her children" the reporter

"You have to be sick to do something like that" Lyda said

"She is that baby" my phone started ringing and I went pocket and answered it

"Hello Michael speaking"

"Michael I hope you had a goodnight sleep last night because we need you down here at the station" my boss bobby replied

"Bobby get to the point Dammit" I said

"Ok ok.. we found more information about the  Helen glen case"

  Oh shit

             "Don't tell me more I'll be down soon" I said and hung up

       "Have to head out early?" Lyda asked

"Yes unfortunately I do" I told and I went upstairs to get dress

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I came back down spraying myself with usher cologne and Lyda game over and fixed my tie.

          "Remember.. god has a purpose for your pain, a reason for you struggle and gift for your faithfulness" she said and she kissed me on the lips

       "I love you woman" I smiled walking out of the door

" I love you to the moon and back Michael" she yelled out

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I drove to my station and grabbed my fbi tag and put it around my neck. I got out and dust off my blouse. I pulled out my phone and took a few pictures and posted them on Instagram

      "Oh enough with that Michael" I said to myself and I speed walked to the door.

"Good-morning detective Jackson.. I got you your favorite drink, Mocha frapachino with extra whip cream"

"Thank you Claudia, I really appreciate it" I said

"Anything for you Jackson" she said winking at me and twirling her hair walking back to her desk and sitting down

I continued walking to my office

"She don't know who my wife is" I said

I walked into my office and sat down in my desk and turned my computer on.

Bobby walked in and shook my hand

"Hello Michael, are you feeling good?" He awkwardly asked