You smiled as you walked into the living room, clutching your notebook close to your chest. Michael was seated on the large sofa - rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
You worked as a personal assistant to Michael Jackson, and you had been doing so for the past year. Michael's eyes moved to you, making him smile a little.
"You called?" you tried to catch your breath.
"Yes," he nodded, his eyebrows furrowing a little. "I'd like your help. I want to ask Brooke to me my girlfriend," his eyes studied you as your heart broke a little. "This weekend,"
All hope that had previously existed, died when you heard the mention of Brooke Shields' name. For six months, you had been in love with Michael. His ways were charming, and he was the nicest human being that you had ever met.
Not to mention, he was quite handsome as well.
But after observing the way that people had walked in and out of his life, you didn't want to betray his trust. You were the only person that he could confide in, the only one that he could be himself with.
So with a forced smile, you brushed several hair strands away from your face - sitting down beside Michael and opening your notebook.
"Go ahead, tell me your ideas," you spoke.
"Well, I was thinking...something..." he trailed off.
"Magical?" you raised an eyebrow.
"Yes," he giggled softly. "Magical, and elaborate," he continued to rub his chin. "Something elegant,"
You paused, fiddling with your pen aimlessly.
"How about in the theater?" you turned your head to look at Michael. "The stage is beautiful, it's private, and cosy,"
Michael's eyes widened. "You're a genius!" he laughed. "I love that!"
You broke into a small smile. He was the most beautiful person in the entire world.
"I'll set everything up," you suggested. Michael bit his lip as you stood up. After a moment, he stood up and held his hand out to you. "I could help you,"
"Oh no, don't worry," you shook your head as you laughed softly. "I can handle it,"
"I know you can," he responded. "But I'd really like to help," he smiled sincerely, making you blush slightly.
"Okay," you nodded. "As you wish,"
Michael and yourself laughed as you both sat on the floor of his bedroom. The two of you were sorting out various decorations on the floor, and had been doing so for over an hour.
"So you ran?" Michael laughed.
"Are you kidding?!" you laughed as well. "Yes!"
Michael continued to laugh, shaking his head. After several moments, the two of you locked gazes - making you very nervous. A few more seconds passed before Michael found himself leaning in to kiss you.
Your heart began to race as the man got closer. He was making you so nervous - the butterflies were just too much.
Just as Michael's lips connected to yours, the bedroom door opened - making the two of you pull apart. In the doorway, stood the woman herself - Brooke Shields.
She'd had a smile on her face before she saw you and Michael. Her eyes hardened, and she turned her head to face him.
"What the hell is going on?!" she snapped. Her eyes moved from Michael, back to you. She shook her head in disbelief. "What the hell are you doing here?!" she scoffed, bringing her eyes to land on you.
You opened your mouth to say something before Michael stood up - holding his hand out to Brooke.
"Brooke," he sighed as she focused on him. She looked very mad. "Please," he breathed. "I can explain,"
Brooke studied Michael for a few moments before nodding.
"Fine, but I want us to talk in private," she said before pointing at you. "Without her,"
You stood up and let out a breath before preparing to walk out. However, Michael blocked your path, restricting you from leaving the room.
"(Y/N)," he whispered. "Please try to understand me," he looked into your eyes. "I'll talk to you later,"
You narrowed your eyes before looking away. With one last huff, you walked out of the room. You had hated yourself for kissing a man that wasn't necessarily yours.
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