The Stripper (18+) A Michael Jackson Book

Chapter 11: Sweet illusion

Natalie's POV:

"What are you doing here?"

I was going crazy. I closed my eyes aa few times, trying to see someone else, but it was him. Michael was standing in front of my door with his arm resting against the side of the door frame, he was wearing a different suit from the one earlier today. This one was blue, and over it he only had a black coat, open, showing his slight neckline.

His hair was still loose, disheveled and extremely sexy. I stared at him for long minutes, he didnt look normal, maybe he drank, that was the only explanation.

"Sir, what are you doing in my house?" I asked.

"What am I doing? I came because I want explanations, Natalie. Or should I say, Karla."

In that moment, when I heard that name come out of his mouth, I felt all the blood in my body stop, to then run through my veins, pumping my heart so fast that I could hear its beating in my ears. I felt my body sweat, my voice disappear, he had found out, the only question was: How?

"How did you..."

"It doesn't matter how I found out." He was quick and firm. "Did you think you could fool me?"

Michael had a different glow in his eyes, they were dark and fierce. With slow steps he approached me, backing me between him and the door. I took a few steps back until I felt my back against it.

"I didn't mean to, Michael."

"Did you enjoy it? Playing with me ike this?"

I didn't know what I felt that instant, Michael was in front of me with a devilish smile, playing a game that was unknown to me. What did he want from me?

"I didn't mean it, it just... happened.."

"It just happened." He repeated. I remained quiet while he stared at me.

"You shouldn't have done it, Jones."

"You shouldn't have." He repeated.

I felt my heart wanting to rip my chest, due to how strong it was beating. In that exact moment, I was leaning against the door, with the man whose gaze was destructive, staring at me. His expression was a mixture of anger, hate, desire and arousal. Was it possible that in such tense moment I was feeling attracted to him?

"I'm so sorry..." I whispered.

"Don't be. Don't regret like a coward."
His voice was rude. "I'm going to teach you not to lie to me."

Michael brought his hands calmly to my hair, moving a few strands of hair back, leaving my shoulders free. He caressed my naked skin, going up my neck until reaching my face. Staring into my eyes that screamed for help, he smirked.

"Michael..." I whispered.

"Shush." He placed one finger against my lips. "Shut up. Did you really think that you were going to play with me and get away with it, Jones? You don't know me at all." He said so close to me that I could feel his breath on my face, it smelled like Whiskey.

I swallowed hard when his hands rested on my waist, squeezing it with want.

"I'm sorry..."

There was no forgiveness though. He was now eating me with his eyes, waiting for the right moment to attack me like an angry feline.

"I don't forgive easily. I'm going to teach you not to mess with me, Natalie."

Michael quickly grabbed my hands and put them over my head as he started kissing my lips with anger. I couldn't think, I could only feel; fear and arousal of what he might do. But I didn't want him to stop.