The Stripper (18+) A Michael Jackson Book

Chapter 21: Payback

Michael's POV:

What was happening with the
women of this world? Were they all
going crazy? Only that explained
the enormous mess that my day had
been. How could things turn upside
down in such a short time? Obviously
I had a good amount of blame in the
situation, but maybe I had forgotten the consequences that it could cause.
After Karla's rejection I was returning
to the loneliness of my apartment.
Arriving there I threw my shoes in a
corner of the living room, and lay down on the soft couch, taking a deep breath trying to calm my brain that processed too many information in a short span of time.

I was trying to understand the
reason for Karla rejecting me. I didn't
remember anything that I could've
done to cause such anger in the woman. Had she seen me with someone? Had she seen me with Natalie? No, no. Very unlikely, Natalie and I had only gotten close recently, but the bonds had already been cut in the harshest and rudest way possible, and it was all my fault.

I regretted that, the last person that
deserved to be treated like that was her. A feeling of regret took over me
that instant, and remembering all the
moments in which she had made me
feel better and happy only increased
the guilt I was feeling. I closed my eyes recreating in my mind all the moments that had been marked in me:

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes, I was just thinking."

"Can I know about what?" I asked
getting closer to her. Natalie stared at me calmly to then speak.

"About how this here is being good."
Her eyes seemed to express those words in such a sincere way.

"I'm going to tell you a secret." I
whispered to her as I got even closer.

"I am also loving this here." I whispered in her ear, noticing that her entire body shivered. She lowered her head and smiled.

"Do you mind if I lay my head on your
lap? I don't want to seem abused, but
since I am..."

"There's no problem, you can lie down." Natalie spoke serenely. I put some things aside, and lay down on her lap.

"Lauren is going to kill me, I'm lying on the lap of her conquest. Or Austin, right?"

"I don't have anything with either of
them."

"Great then. I don't want to get into
arguments with anyone because of
jealousy from one of your suitors, Miss
Jones."
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"I like you, Natalie." I said in the most
sincere way I could. The young woman
stayed calm, just analyzing my words.

"Perhaps in years, you are the only
woman that I met who makes me feel
so at ease, you know? And in just a
little time. I know we have a working
relationship, but I don't regret at
all having brought you to spend
this weekend with me, or to have let you meet a little bit of my life, that I
guarantee only a few people know."

"I don't even know what to say, Michael... only that I am loving being here with you, and that surely you took me from a depressing weekend." She smiled shyly.
"And that I feel good with you, I like your friendship."

Friendship, was that what I felt for her? It was inexplicable how Natalie could improve my day so easily. I didn't have how to explain the huge amount of trust that she transmitted me. Her eyes conveyed me good things, pleasurable sensations that I had already forgotten. I stared at that woman for long seconds,
admiring the beauty that only she could have. Until I felt a raindrop fall on my face.