Beyonce's POV
I woke up in Michael's bed that following morning. Michael was turned over on his stomach drooling on the sheets. I chuckled silently and kissed his forehead. He mumbled incoherently and yawned. As I examined my boyfriend, I noticed something out of place. His upper arms. They were covered in black blotches of skin. The vitiligo was real. I sighed and rubbed his arm. Doesn't matter. I still love this man. Michael yawned again and blinked. His hair whipped across his face. He blinked his large brown eyes at me and smiled. "Beyonce," he whispered sleepily. I smiled.
"Good morning baby," I whispered.
Michael smiled and kissed my mouth. The taste of wine and the dinner from last night still lingered on his mouth. "Did you have fun?" Michael asked. I nodded and began to stroked his hair. Michael pulled me into him. The inoxicated scent of his cologne made me dizzy. Michael threw his long legs around mine and had me in a death love hold. I didn't mind. Michael began stroking my thighs before dipping under the covers. I stopped him and pulled him up. Michael laughed. "What!? You don't trust me?" I shook my head. "I don't trust myself." Michael rolled his eyes before kissing me. His luscious lips over mine. He squeezed my upper thigh before rolling me onto my back.
I gasped as he pulled up my shirt and kissed my stomach. The feelings of his touch were unbelieveable.
"Michael wait," I hissed.
"What?" he said in between kisses.
"I gotta..."
I turned over onto my side before vomitting on the carpet. Michael cursed and called out Julie. My stomach heaved up more food until I was just vomitting bile. I coughed until it stopped. Michael rushed to my side and placed a trash can in front of me. I shook my head before smelling what I just threw up.
I burped and groaned. My stomach was in knots!!! I felt a hand wrapped a blanket around me and put a towel on my forehead.
"Dear God," Michael whispered, "Julie, I'm taking Bey to her room. Get the extras to clean this up please." "Yes sir." I felt Michael pick me up and carry me to my room. I whimpered softly. MIchael sighed as he rested me on my bed. "I'm sorry," I croaked. He shushed me before placing a warm towel on my forehead.
"I'm about to call my doctor." I nodded as he pulled out his phone and dialed the number. I whimpered in pain and wiped the sweat from my forehead. "Doctor Reese, hi this is Michael Jackson. Yes ma'am, I have a issue. My girlfriend is in imense pain right now, and she just vomitted and I was wondering could you make a house call?" Michael sighed. "I understand you're expensive, but please. I want to know is this contagious and should I take Bey to a hospital."
Michael and his doctor exchanged a few more words before hanging up. Michael groaned and sat down next to me. "What's wrong babe?" I pointed to my stomach. Michael gently rubbed it bfore kissing my arm. "Don't worry, I got you." I nodded as I put my hand over my mouth and burped.
"Maybe I should call Kelly and Michelle," Michael suggested. I shook my head. "No I'm fine. Let's just keep it between us." Michael nodded as he waited for the Doctor. "Mr. Jackson?" He turned around and headed out. "Lay here, baby." I nodded and sat up. My stomach churned again, but I didn't vomit again. Michael came back with his doctor.
"Doctor Reese this is Beyonce." Doctor Reese was a short caucasian woman with blond and gray hair. She had her bag with her. Doctor Reese sat down and put her hair up. "Michael I need you to leave." Michael was reluctant. I smiled weakly. "I'm fine baby." Michael sighed and walked out. Doctor Reese smiled. "How are you feeling?" I shrugged.
"Bloated...fat...tired..gassy."
Doc nodded as she jotted down my feelings. She took my blood pressure, temperature, and pricked my finger. I hissed. "All right. Ms. Knowles." "Beyonce," I corrected. Doc nodded. "Beyonce, I have a question?" I rubbed my eyes. "Ask away."
"Have you and Michael experienced intercourse?"
I bit my lip nervously and began chewing it. I nodded slowly. "Hmm...have you missed your period?" I shook my head. Doc laughed and smiled. "It's just a little virus, Beyonce. Nothing seriously life changing." I let out a sigh of relief. Doc smiled. "Michael would've dropped dead," she said. I nodded again. "I'm going to check on you tomorrow to see how yah feelin' ok?"
I nodded as Doctor Reese packed up her stuff. "Just drink some orange juice and take a nap." I crossed my arms and nodded like a child. "Yes ma'am." Doctor Reese paused and stared at me. "How old are you Beyonce?" "Nineteen," I replied. Doctor's eyebrows rose so high they almost touche her hair line.
"Wow...that's quite a gap." I smiled. "Does love have a age limit?" Doc shook her head. "No, I believe it doesn't. Goodbye and take care of yourself." Doctor Reese walked out and talked to Michael. "She's fine. Just a little virus." I heard Michael's forced laugh. "God, you had me scared." I yawned and turned on my side. "Bey?"
I grumbled in response. Michael walked over and knelt down in front of me. His eyes wide in concern. I sighed and stroked his cheek. Michael huffed. "So. Doctor Reese said it's just a virus or dehydration," Michael informed me. I nodded and hugged him. "I don't wanna leave you," he whispered. My brows knitted together. "Why?" "I have to work," Michael replied. I sighed. "I'll been fine," I whispered. Michael was reluctant about letting me stay here by myself since I was sick.
"Go record a record breaking album boo. It's not like I'm going to get and sicker." Michael sighed as he stood up and put on his shades. "You sure?" He whispered. I threw a pillow at him. Michael laughed and kissed my cheek. "Love you Bey." I smiled and watched as Michael walked out the door. "He worries too much."
I sat up in bed watching ET. My head shot up when I heard my name on TV. "Is Beyonce ditching Destiny's Child for the King of Pop?" I snatched the remote and turned it up. "The lead vocalist for the sensational group seen sitting on the front row at with Michael and not with her best friends Kelly and Michelle. We even have some exclusive never before seen pictures of the new "it" couple in Neverland."
The screen went blank then showed pictures of Michael and I out in the pasture, by the pool, and with his family. I chewed my finger nails nervously as the reporter kept talking about us.
"If they have a kid, that child is going to have the best childhood ever!"
I gaped and changed the channel. Now everyone thought I had betrayed the girls and left them for Michael! I groaned and collapsed back onto the bed. "These people are going to make me vomit," I whispered softly. I crossed my arms as they showed pictures of Kelly and Michelle. They didn't seem so happy as they usually were. I sighed and rubbed my eyes. I had some serious explaining to do, if they were going to even call me anymore.
I decided to get uot the house and go do something, even though I was supposed to be in bed. I threw on a pair of sweats, loafers, and a sweatshirt. I looked a mess, but I wasn't going to the mall or anything, just to go ride around. Dana wasn't anymore to be found when I peeked down the hall. I took the steps two at a time before rushing to the garage. "Ms. Knowles?"
Crap!
I turned around and smiled. One of the security guards stood there. His face in alert. "Umm, shouldn't you be in bed?" He said cautiously. I crossed my arms and nodded. "I should, but Doctor Reese said if it was possible I should get some sun and some fresh air. You know to make the illness not as severe." I put on my best smile and batted my eyelashes. The man crossed his arms. "Well Ms. Knowles, Mr. Jackson ordered all of us to keep our eyes on you no matter what." I glared at him over my shades. Dammit Michael! I sighed. "Could you drive me to the bookstore? I need something to read?" The man seemed confused about my request.
"Mr. Jackson has a library in his office. You could browse those books." "Does Michael read books like Fifty Shades of Grey?" The guard blushed. "Uh...I don't think so," he answered shakily. "I do," I lied flatly. "So...can you take me to Barnes & Noble?" The guard nodded as he grabbed his keys. "Uh right this way."
I smirked as I climbed into the back of the Escalade. I reclined in my seat and sighed. I just wanted to feel the sun on my face. The sweet air that blew in my face seemed so wonderful. The guard smiled as he noticed me. "Having fun Ms. Knowles?" I nodded as I turned up the Bob Marley. "Yah man," I said in a thick Jamaican accent.
We pulled up into the bookstore. I went and decided to grab each book that interested me. I bought books on music, dancing, a book about Jet Kun Do, a autobiography of Michael's, and even a book about one of my favorite actresses Elizabeth Taylor. Since I had a credit card waiting to be burned out, I bought doughnuts for everybody and lattes.
I walked through the front door of the house with my new David Bowie tshirt on and my jean jacket I bought. Michael was sitting at the couch. "Where have you been?" He nearly hollered. I stepped back. "Whoa there. Chill out child. Wanna doughnut?" I held one out on my finger. Michael's nostrils flared, but he clenched his jaw and closed his eyes. He let out a breath and groaned. "Daryll, you're dismissed." Daryll quickly walked away.
"I never knew that man's name!" I exclaimed. I snorted as I set down the doughnuts and lattes and my bags of miscellaneous items. "Beyonce, I thought you were sick?" I laughed. "You're right! I was sick. Not so much. I stopped vomitting. Now I'm just gassy and feeling bloated." I kicked off my shoes off and smiled. "Calm down!" I said. "Calm down?" Michael repeated.
I nodded and laughed. "Dude it's not like I almost fell off of a building!" I crossed my arms and sat on the couch. Michael stood over me like he was my father. "I went to the studio for a few minutes just to go grab my song book and you're out here doing God knows what!" I gaped. "I in fact was out buying books and doughnuts!" I explained. Michael rolled his eyes. "Nevermind...nevermind," he whispered. I victoriously sashayed up the steps to my room.
Michael's POV
I sat at the kitchen counter drawing. Dana was busy talkng to Janet on the phone about somebody. I couldn't help myself but to eavesdrop. "..yeah I know! I can't believe who he's with now. After what happened with..Bey. I'm surprised anybody would-" I heard Janet cut her off asking what happened to Bey.
"It's...devastating Janet. I can't tell you over the phone. Michael's in the other room. I pray he isn't listening." I glared into space. "Yeah do you know the girl's name?" Dana asked. I slipped off the stool and tiptoed to the living room. Dana was sitting on the couch with her back turned to me. "Exactly!!! What's her name though?" She paused. "Rihanna? That's different and unique. How old is she?" "Sixteen!?" I froze. Rihanna? I waited until Dana said some more irrelevant things before she hung up. "What am I going to tell Bey and Mike?"
"Nothing," I replied sharply.
Dana jumped off the couch and spun around. "Michael!!! Hey boo!" I crossed my arms and glared at her over my nose. "I love you Michael," she whispered. I shook my head and stepped in front of her. "Who's Rihanna?" Dana opened her mouth then quickly shut it. "Beyonce's alter ego," she squeaked. My mouth twisted into a grim line.
"Dana you're a horrible liar."
Dana nodded. "I know," she flatly replied, "but..."
"But," I prompted.
Dana shook her head. "Janet was just hearing some rumors about Jay-Z and some girl. That's all." I didn't believe not one word that came out of my assistant's mouth. "Michael belive me!!" She whined. I didn't reply; I simply shrugged and turned around. "Don't expect a Christmas bonus this year." Dana screamed in shock, "Not fair!!!" I shrugged again ignoring her comments.
I began looking up Jay-Z. My anger from a few months back returned in full force. I sighed and typed in his name. A picture of him popped up. I looked at my picture of Beyonce on my desk then to Jay-Z. "Whoa..." was all I managed. I surpressed my urge to laugh and kept looking. "Rapper signed with Roc Nation. From Brooklyn, real name Shawn Carter." I sat back and called up a friend of mine from the FBI.
"Webber here."
"Heyy Louis!"
My friend of twenty five years groaned. He cursed under his breath and sighed. "What Michael?" "Is that a way to treat a old friend?" I joked. Louis and I met when I made Thriller. I was naive and nutty then, looking for a good friend. "Yeah, now what is it?" "I need you to do me a favor," I said. Louis huffed. "What?" "Can you track somebody down for me?"
"Arrrr? Who?"
"He goes by the name of Shawn Carter, but everybody calls him Jay-Z."
Louis gasped. "Jay-Z? Why the hell are you looking for Jay-Z?" "None of your business...yet. I just need a location, phone number, address, you know...to send him an invite," I lied. Louis was typing on the computer. "All right. I saved it on my laptop. Once I get home, I'll fax it to you."
"You're wonderful Louis!!!"
He snorted. "That's why I have a llama named after you," I added. "A llama?" I quickly hung up before he could poke at my plan anymore. I sat back and smirked. "Jay-Z, you're about to meet God," I whispered.
Beyonce's POV
I added the finishing touches to my outfit as Michael and I got ready for a dinner party at his friend Lionel Richie's house. My fitted red dress was Michael's choice. I put on my bracelet and smiled. "Finished!" I heard Michael's hum coming down the hallway. He poked his head in my room and smiled. "Don't you look sinful?" I laughed and posed. "Well I was going for more of a tempting look, but sinful is nice too," I replied. Michael laughed and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"This dress is making me question my religion," he whispered.
Michael's beautiful brown eyes stared into mine. "My Princess." I smiled as he pulled me close to his chest. Michael kissed my forehead before leaning down to my lips. He gently pressed his against mine, before slipping his tongue in my mouth.
I felt my chest swell in excitement. Michael's shy ego shedded as he pushed me on the bed and climbed on top of me. "No no no," I whispered. "No means yes." I groaned as he stretched my arms out and pinned me down. "Michael we can't..we have to go.." My voice faded as he interrupted me with a kiss. This one was commanding even forceful, but romantic at the same time. "We can be fashionable late," he whispered in my ear before kissing it.
"BEYONCE!!!!!!!!"
I sighed and sat up. Dana was hollering from downstairs. "MICHAEL HURRRY UP!!!!" "See," I whispered. Michael's lips were red from my lipstick. I chuckled before wiping it off his face. He smiled and grabbed my hand. "Tonight..." he whispered. The shine in his eyes were different; devilish, sneaky, charming... My body clenched in anticipation of what was to come. "But...we must enjoy a dinner party!"
Michael shot up and helpe me out the bed. "You're toying with my emotions," I warned. "And it's fun!" Michael whispered.
Author's note: FINALLY I HAVE FINISHED THIS CHAPTER!!!!! THANK YOU JESUS!!!!! it took tooo long. I'm supposed to be doing my science fair project but eff that! I'm a XYG!!! (higher level of G) ok next chapter awaits me.... *rides off into sunset*