Chapter 25
Outside, the night is sprinkled with a few of the Neverland lights still on. Crickets chirp as Michael and I share our love for one another.
I'm lip-locked with him as he trails his fingers all across my body. I moan softly and he lays me back on the bed. The bottom of my shirt is slowly lifted and I feel his cold, calming hands press against my stomach.
I look at him as he starts to kiss down my body and around my navel. My top is lifted up higher and his touch makes me come alive. Before I can process anything, my shirt is pulled over my head revealing my white lace bra.
I gasp. I didn't realize what this session was turning into. But I'm so caught up in Michael's kisses to say anything; his lips return to mine.
"It's alright." It's been a while since he spoke. His unusual deep register fills the room and his lips rest against my own.
"I want you." He whispers.
"You already have me," I say.
"No. I mean here and now," he answers.
His delicate fingertips scope my back, searching swiftly for the clip of my bra. When he finds it, he unclasps it but I stop him from pulling it off.
"Michael, please." I beg. I feel uncomfortable even though we've made love before. I don't know why.
"Alondra," is all he says. He lifts my hands above my head, so I can't hide myself from him any longer.
"How many times must I say how beautiful you are for you to believe me?" He asks, removing the bra and planting kisses around and on my chest.
I shiver from the pleasure. Just then, Michael's phone rings from the nightstand. He pays it no mind.
"Won't you get that?" I ask.
"You're all that matters right now," He replies, his large hands rubbing my sides.
It stops ringing but then starts again almost instantly. He sighs and reaches for the phone, answering it with annoyance. I pull the covers up and put my hands behind my head.
"What? Oh, that's tonight? I forgot. Okay, we'll come. Yeah." Then he clicks the phone off.
"We'll have to put this on hold, there's a party we need to attend."
"What for?" I ask.
"It's a celebration for the success of my tour and album."
"Oh, alright." In my mind, I'm relieved that I don't have to go through with this, at least not for now.
He climbs off of me. "Go get dressed."
"I don't want to dress up," I say to him.
"You don't have to be too dressy. Just wear something nice."
I nod and get out of the bed, grabbing my bra and shirt. I put them up to me and rush to my closet.
"Just so you know, I've seen them multiple times," Michael calls, referring to my chest department.
"I do know," I call back before searching for what to wear.
I settle on a pair of black skinny jeans and a purple long-sleeved top. I put on black high heels and a silver belt. Then I take a purple clutch with my favorite pair of shades.
I come out to the bathroom and style my hair with loose curls that go down my back. For makeup, I put on limited eyeliner and deep red lipstick. I put on a spritz of White Diamonds by Elizabeth Taylor. When I'm satisfied, I come out of the bathroom to see Michael waiting for me. He turns around and bites his lip.
"You look too good," he says.
"What?"
He walks closer to me and puts his hands on my waist.
"I apologize in advance for my wandering hands," he whispers in my ear.
I push him away slightly giggling. I get to see his outfit: a simple black and white tuxedo with a blue armband. He wears black loafers and his fedora. The cologne he has on is so appealing to me. I reach up and take off his fedora, placing it on my head. He shrugs.
"You look better in it anyways," he says.
"No I don't Michael. Fedoras are your thing." I wink at him and give it back, putting them on top of his curls where they once were.
"Are you ready to go?" He asks.
"Yeah."
He takes my hand and kisses it before we walk to the car together.
"You're driving?"
"Yup. If that's okay," he says. I told him its fine and we start down the road.
"So, who will be there?" I ask.
"Basically everyone who had anything to do with the tour or the album, or both."
"Oh, cool," I say.
"I have a question for you," He says.
"Go on."
"Why are you so nervous about showing me your body?"
I try to jump in but he keeps on going.
"I mean you know I love you. I can't begin to count how many times I've said that. And you know I do. Why are you scared?"
"I don't know. I think you sometimes forget how young I am."
"No I don't. You're nineteen," he says.
"How old are you?" I finally get the chance to ask.
"Try and take a guess," he remarks.
"Maybe 25?" I guess.
"I'm flattered. But I turned 30 a few days ago." He says.
"It was your birthday? Why didn't you tell me?" I say incredulously.
"Because I don't celebrate my birthdays."
"Oh, well still. Happy late birthday. Do you want a present?"
"Thanks sweetheart, and no, you don't have to give me one."
"Okay. Well just for you to know, I turn 20 in three days," I say. He smiles.
"Thanks for telling me," he says.
"Wait. By going to this party, everyone will know about us?" I ask in surprised realization.
"Yeah, I forgot to mention that. Is that alright?"
"Yes, that's fine." Even though I'm scared out of my mind, I don't want to let Michael down by saying it isn't alright.
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We arrive at the party. It's in this towering mansion that I've never seen.
"Who's house is this?" I ask.
"Frank's. Come on sweetheart." He gets out of the car and so do I, then he leads me up to the entrance. The door is open.
Right when we walk in, everyone screams in delight.
"Mike! The man himself has arrived!" Frank comes up and gives him a great manly hug, followed by mainly everyone, which is a lot of people.
"Ooh, who's this?" An African-American man says while looking at me.
"This is Alondra. Alondra, this is Greg Phillinganes. He was apart of the band of the tour." Michael says.
Greg brings my hand up to his lips and kisses it like a gentleman. I smile at him.
"Hello Alondra. And what are you to Michael?" He asks.
I glance at Michael for confirmation and he nods his head slightly.
"I'm his girlfriend," I try to sound confident.
Literally all the women gave me looks of jealousy right when I say that, probably thinking, 'What does she have that I don't?' I honestly don't know the answer to that. I'm surrounded by so much talent and I feel out of place.
Suddenly, the front door opens again and in walks a very beautiful woman. She has a skinny frame that's draped in a red strapped dress with a deep v-neck. Her long legs end with redbottoms and her hair has huge brown curls. She looks around, as if seeking someone in particular. Then her eyes fall on Michael and she walks quickly to him.
"Michael," she says before swinging her arms around his neck. He smiles and hugs her back, and it's one of his genuine smiles. Envy takes over me.
"Tatiana! I want you to meet Alondra. Alondra this is Tatiana. She was in one of my music videos."
"Which one?" I ask.
"The Way You Make Me Feel."
It's then that I remember where she's from. She gives me a smile but it has fake written all over it. I try to smile back as politely as I can, which isn't very polite at all.
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Oooooh here's some drama! What do you think will happen?
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