Reverie - Michael Jackson Imagines

Love Don't Cost A Thing✨

Invincible Era

"You look absolutely divine in that dress,"

Your fingertips fiddle with the straps of the silk Versace gown, your cheeks burning the same shade of crimson as they had that afternoon when the long black box and a bright bouquet of pink peonies had arrived at your office, much to the curiosity and amusement of your co-workers.

You poke a cucumber on your plate, avoiding the amorous gaze of your boyfriend.

"It's lovely," you force a grin, hoping the words sound as enthusiastic as they should.

"What's the matter, baby? Don't you like it? I can exchange it if you want something else," Michael speaks.

You peer up from your plate, seeing the expression of worry on his handsome face and knowing your attempt to sound excited had failed

The gown was gorgeous and hugged your figure in all the right places but knowing that it was probably worth several months of your rent made you feel awkward and guilty wearing it.

You'd felt the same way about the Dior Saddle bag, the Tiffany charm bracelet, and the Manolo Blahniks and you were sure you'd feel the same way about anymore outrageously expensive tokens of affection that would come in the future.

For four months you'd been showered with nearly endless monetary objects of affection by your boyfriend, the King of Pop. Michael had just moved to New York to work on his latest studio album when you'd first met. The attraction was instantly mutual but even in the beginning, you'd feared there'd be a clashing of cultures if the relationship progressed.

Michael was a child prodigy turned mega-superstar who had funds most people would never see in a lifetime while you'd grown up in the ghettos of the Bronx and had worked hard to moved up into the higher ranks of society.

You loved being with Michael. He was charming, sexy, and fun and despite coming from nearly two different worlds, you were just as alike as you were different and rarely ran out of things to talk about. But after things had gotten official, you quickly learned that Michael's favorite method of charm included credit cards and shopping bags.

It was nice in the beginning- being spoiled by a handsome man that you adored and getting a slice of the finer things in life- but the more expensive and frequent they became, the more your fears from the beginning had become a reality.

Most women would love to be spoiled by a wealthy man like Michael but you found yourself uncomfortable with the attention.

You'd grown accustomed to working for the things you wanted and the last thing you wanted was for your relationship to revolve around money.

"No, Michael" you speak hurriedly, hoping to soothe his vexation. "It's perfect. It's just that I think my co-workers are fully convinced I've got a sugar daddy,"

He grins, reaching for his glass of wine.

"Let them think what they want. It won't stop me from giving my girl the very best,"

The corner of your lips tug into a small grin and you reach for his hand across the table yet you still can't shake the agitation you feel.

You continue your dinner quietly enjoying the company of one another, the topic of designer goods forgotten with the delicious food and stimulating conversation. However, things quickly grew chaotic once it came time to pay the bill.

"Please, Michael," you speak sliding your credit card across the table. "Just this once? It's the least I can do in return for the dress,"

Your boyfriend shakes his head.