The Stripper (18+) A Michael Jackson Book

Chapter 39: Who runs this game?

NOTE: As I said before this chapter is pretty normal, it's like a filler chapter but it has some things that will be very important for things that will happen ahead.

Natalie's POV:

I woke up in that cold morning with Michael's body glued to mine, I confess that it was wonderful to be able to snuggle in the heat of his arms in that way. The man was behind me,
wrapping me in a delightful embrace. I could feel the deep and paced breathing that he emanated. I moved slowly, grabbing my phone from the nightstand, it was still pretty early. I turned to face him, seeing his serene
expression as he slept. Beautiful, as always.

His black hair gave a great highlight
in his smooth and beautiful carameled skin. I smiled, and slid my thumb on his cheek in a light caress. I sighed deeply, thinking about how lucky I was for having that man in my life. Last night Michael insisted for me to sleep in his house. At first I refused, but as expected, against him there were no arguments. We arrived at his house and he took care of preparing a simple dinner, and a very good one. We drank a good wine and we talked a lot. Michael told me more about him, in order to know more about me. And I simply spoke, I opened the book of my life to the man that I wanted by my side forever. He even told me that he has a condition called Vitiligo and that his skin changed through the years, and I saw some of the white splotches on his chest and arms. He told me that he always tries to hide it from people because they will think he is a monster, but to me he is beautiful no matter what. It was certain that he had a big fear that I would leave him after knowing of his condition. But no, I will never leave that man, I love him more than anything. After all, Michael could have any woman he wanted,
without problems and money. But to my surprise, he listened to me carefully and supported me in every moment that I faltered and cried while I told him my history. He showed himself understanding and very attentive, which only made me love him even more. His soothing caresses helped me to pour out everything that was still locked inside me, that still hurt me. Michael in a loving way made the promise that he would make me happy, that he would be the differential in my life. And I didn't doubt that, he had with him the huge confidence that my future with him would be better.

I deposited a kiss on his forehead slowly and tried to disentangle myself from his arms without waking him up. Michael shifted a bit in bed, protesting against the cold, but I quickly pulled the thick duvet over him. I smiled at him. And with the tip of my toes I stepped on the cold floor, feeling my whole body shiver. I walked in slow steps to the bathroom where I made my morning hygiene.

Then I decided to walk to the kitchen, that morning Michael would receive the pampering, I hope he doesn't mind that I'm touching his stuff. Michael's apartment was worthy of a Jacksons, huge and sophisticated. Everything of very good quality, making it clear how rich he was. It was the only on the top floor, and it had a beautiful view of the sea in Indiana and of all those huge buildings. I tied my hair in a ponytail
and then opened the stainless steel fridge seeing it full of things, hardly that he would eat even half of all that. I picked up all the ingredients placing them on the counter: fruits, milk and juice. I would make a great breakfast.

Okay, that gave more work than I imagined, but I was doing a good job. Our breakfast would have pancakes, fruit salad, juice, coffee with milk, bacon and scrambled eggs. Everything was already almost ready, there
remained only the last cherries to be cut.

"I'll end up getting used to this." I turned around quickly placing my hand over my chest.

"Jesus, Michael! You scared me."
The man opened a beautiful smile towards me, he was sitting on one of the stools at the counter. He was wearing a pair of black shorts, without a shirt. I am glad that he was getting comfortable with me. His hair like mine was tied in a low ponytail with few curls hanging on his forehead. He looked beautiful.