The Stripper (18+) A Michael Jackson Book

Chapter 49: Strategy

Natalie's POV:

It's incredible how your life can take a turn without you even expecting, things will happen without us even realizing. Maybe with so much turbulence we end up letting the moments pass meaninglessly. I took a deep breath, feeling the oxygen fill my lungs in a slow and smooth way. There was a relaxing silence that morning, I could only hear Michael's soft breathing beside me.

I smiled as soon as I stared at the sleeping man. He was lying on his stomach, with one of his legs gently sloping and both his hands under the pillow of my bed. It was incredible
how Michael could be beautiful even sleeping. I, who was sitting in bed, approached a little more, making a light caress on his hair. He sighed and continued his serene sleep.

Yesterday had been more chaotic than I imagined, there were moments where I thanked the chaos of it all, but in others I preferred to not be there. God, how did all that even happen? Couldn't everyone just let me live in peace? I shook my head and sighed heavily. Imagining that Candece was working with Lisa to harm me in some way made my body tremble, I could never expect something like this from the woman that helped me so much. But as they say, everything is a matter of interest. Laura has always been right all along, Candece is driven by money that I can give her, and not by the feeling that she thought to feel for me.

*Flashback on*

New York- One day after the award show:

"Prince I don't want problems with Michael. So, please, understand." I spoke a little nervous.

"Is Michael that jealous?" He asked with a smile.

"What do you think?"

"I think that there are better things in this life, Natalie."

"I love Michael, and he's the best for me."

"Everything can change. So come, let's talk a little."

I huffed irritated and walked beside the man to the hotel's restaurant. My heart could come out of my mouth just by imagining Michael seeing us talk, not that he forbade me of something. But we had an incredible night yesterday and I honestly didn't want to ruin that.

"What do you want?" I asked right after sitting in front of him.

"Do you want to drink something?" He asked ignoring my question.

"No, I just want to know what you want from me."

Prince rolled his eyes in pure boredom, making a small gesture to the waiter that approached. I tried to not look at anyone there, I just wanted to leave as fast as possible. The woman wrote down his order and left quickly. I faced Prince who opened a smile.

"Since when did you get so boring, Natalie? Michael is not being a good infuence."

"I'm just busy, so, please."

"Ok, ok!" He exclaimed raising his hands in surrender. "I saw you at the club the other day." I think my brain took longer than usual to assimilate that information. I blinked a few times and stared at him a little lost.

"Relax, I won't tell anyone. But look, I have to congratulate you, you live up to the reputation you have in that place." He said with a cheerful smile.

That couldn't be happening, not to me. Years ago I confessed to Prince what I started doing to make money, at the time the totally carefree boy found the idea wonderful. We always had a good relationship, but nothing that involved love, and yes a wonderful friendship. And even with a considered strong
connection, I didn't let the man see me inside a club being a stripper, that would be a secret that only I could keep.