Cindy (also known as Allison) lives in New York with her roommate Linda, who has cancer. After meeting a strange old man, Cindy is sent to a different dimension and ends up back in time during Michael Jackson's life starting in 1988.
She is followed...
We entered the guest house Michael was talking about and I immediately stopped in the doorway. The room looked nothing like I expected. Warm golden light spilled from two antique lamps hanging from the wooden ceiling. The entire room smelled faintly of polished wood and fresh air coming through the open glass doors. A large bed covered in floral blankets sat against a brick wall, making the place feel more like a cozy countryside cottage than a guest house.
Beyond the open doors, I could see the Neverland grounds glowing softly beneath the night sky. Everything felt peaceful. Private. Romantic. Like a place nobody would ever find unless Michael wanted them to.
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I slowly turned in a circle.
"How come I've never seen this?" I asked, looking around in amazement.
Michael leaned against the brick wall and crossed his arms. "Guess you're not that curious," he said with a grin.
looked back at him. And that's when I noticed something different. His smile. It wasn't his usual shy smile. It was smaller. More confident. Almost a smirk. And for some reason that made my heart beat faster.
"What?" I asked.
Michael didn't answer. Instead, he slowly pushed himself away from the wall and started walking toward me. My heart immediately sped up. Step. Step. Step. His eyes never left mine. The familiar scent of his perfume drifted toward me. Instantly those stupid butterflies returned. The same butterflies I'd been fighting all evening. He stopped directly behind me. Without warning, he gently moved my hair over one shoulder. The cool air touched my neck. Then his fingers lightly brushed my bare shoulder. My breath caught. And then— His lips touched my skin. Softly. A gentle kiss on my shoulder. I froze. Completely froze. His hand slowly stroked my opposite arm. Sending chills across my entire body. Shit. What are you doing, Michael? I quickly turned around. His face was inches from mine. He smiled. Then without saying a word, he placed his lips on mine. The butterflies exploded. Not in my stomach anymore. Everywhere. My chest. My arms. My entire body. No man had ever kissed me before Michael. No man had ever touched me like this. And somehow... I didn't regret it. Not for a second.
When he finally pulled away, he licked his lips slightly and looked at me.
"You sleepy?" Michael asked softly.
Then suddenly— A voice. A girl's voice. Right behind me.
"Propofol..."
My blood turned cold. I spun around. Nothing. Nobody. The room was empty. My heart instantly began pounding.
"I can't—" I whispered.
I turned away from Michael and grabbed my forehead. Breathe. Just breathe. But the voice came back.
"Murray, give him some milk..." the girl's voice whispered.
My entire body trembled. "Who is that?" I shouted. "Stop!"
