The Stripper (18+) A Michael Jackson Book

Chapter 31: Confrontation

NOTE: GUYS!! THIS IS THE CHAPTER!!
Please, for a better reading, when I
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Shades Of Grey version)", and put it on repeat be the part is long  ;)

Michael's POV:

"Natalie Karla"

No...

It's not possible.

I stood there paralyzed, staring at the
woman walk in until she was out of
sight. I closed my eyes, squeezing my
hands tightly on the steering wheel. A
sudden rage took over my body, a sort
of frenzy of hatred heated up every
cell there. God, this could only be effect of the alcohol, there was no other explanation. I looked at both sides, the road was dark and empty, I got out of the car. Natalie would give me a good explanation for this.

I walked towards the gate, walking
from one side to the other trying to
convince myself of the stupid idea of going up and end this entire charade.
I looked between the bars of the gate,
not seeing any sign of Karla. I couldn't
do this, I wasn't impulsive or emotional.

But in that instant my body screamed
for immediate answers, but I couldn't,
that wasn't me. On the contrary, I was
cold and extremely crafty. I walked
hurriedly to the vehicle that was on the other side of the street with the door wide open, entering it and closing the door harshly.

"Idiot!"

"Stupid!" I shouted punching the
steering wheel several times.

I could kill someone in that instant with the rage that consumed me. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, letting the oxygen get to my brain or I'd at any moment die right there. I looked one more time at the building where Natalie lived, leaving the idea of unmasking her for later.

I turned on the ignition, starting the car and getting out of there towards my apartment.

The sky was still clouded and loaded
with rain being cut time or another
with lightning rays. That night couldn't get any worse. I got out of the car slamming the door shut and following towards the elevator of the huge building.

Fucking stripper.

The first thing I did when I entered my apartment was pour myself a glass of Whiskey, I drank the liquid at once,
closing my eyes and feeling it tearing
everything as it went down, leaving
behind only the burning inside me.

"How can you be so stupid, Michael?!
The son of a bitch fooled you all this
time! And still acted the role of good
girl! Bitch."

I walked towards the deck of my
apartment, lying down on one of the
loungers under the awning. Everything was starting to make sense now. That's why Karla never took off her mask for me, the eyes so familiar, the so fucking perfect bodies, the similar reactions. God, what spell had that woman cast on me? Precisely on me.

God.

Natalie lied to me all this time. She
shouldn't have, she shouldn't.
She didn't know with who she had messed with, if there was something
that I hated was to be deceived. Natalie Karla played with me during all this time, manipulating me like a puppet of her little theater play.

I shook my head, still processing the
world of information that started
to connect in me. All the moments,
the kisses, the gazes. Everything was
coming together in a replete lie:

*flashback*

"What? I'm not doing anything, Michael!"

"You control me, with your actions. But don't get too excited, I'm the owner of my wills."