The Stripper (18+) A Michael Jackson Book

Chapter 55: Final Chapter

NOTE: There are 4 songs to listen to in this chapter, so for a better reading when I point out in the chapter listen first to the song "Flawless by The Neighbourhood", secondly "Hurricane by Halsey", thirdly "Big Bad Wolf by Fifth Harmony" and then "The Hills by The Weeknd" ;)

Natalie's POV:

At some point in your life have you ever felt complete? As if after a long and tiring journey the victory was yours? It was like this that I was feeling now. It was as if after so many years I was free, but not like an incarcerated prisoner or a caged bird. I was free from all my woes, from all my past ghosts, free from all that was evil. Some say that there will always be someone to save us and get us out
of a darkness in which you claim to be impossible to get out. I firmly believed in that, after all Michael was concrete proof of this in my life.

"What are you thinking about so much?" My husband asked as he wrapped me with his arms.

I closed my eyes feeling the light touch of his lips on my neck, making my whole body shiver.

"I was thinking about how you saved me." I whispered to him.

I opened my eyes and faced my man who was staring at me with a somewhat confused expression on his face. I smiled at him, noticing only now that he had a glass of champagne in hand. Gently I grabbed the crystal glass from his hand, taking a sip of alcohol contained therein.

"I saved you?" He asked standing in front of me.

"Of course, you make me happy, like I never was before." A broad smile tore the man's face, who squeezed me tighter against his body to the point of making me stay a few inches from his mouth.

"You also saved me, Natalie." He said with his eyes connected to mine.

I could never put into words how it felt to look into Michael's eyes. You felt your soul being sucked by those brown iris, as if no one could stop it. They had lost in a sea of pleasurable feelings, like traveling in an endless hypnosis.

His tongue moved in a perfect sync with mine, as if our mouths had a unique and perfect fit. I felt his hands squeezing me against his body, in an overwhelming attempt to make us only one. When the air was lacking, he slowly loosened his arms around
me, making our bodies unglue real slow.

"I could spend my whole life kissing you." He whispered against my mouth, amid a wide smile.

"Only kissing?" I asked mischievously.

I let out a soft laugh, and pulled away from him, heading for the upper deck of Michael's yacht. He shook his head with a naughty smile on his lips, as he grabbed the champagne bottle and another glass that were placed on the control panel. I sat on the soft couch, covered in white leather, letting my
body relax.

After the wedding party, Michael thought it was better for us to travel only on the next day, since we were exhausted with all the preparations from the day before. And I didn't refuse of course. Early in the morning, Alfred left us at the base where the jet was waiting for us, we would travel together to the Jackson's private island nearby Hawaii. We were now in Michael's huge yacht, en route to
the private island that wasn't that far away.

"Literally not only kissing." I heard him whisper in my ear.

Michael sat next to me, putting the bottle and the glasses on the table in front of us. He leaned his body partially over mine, distributing kisses on my neck, while his devilish hands caressed my bare thigh.

"No?" I asked staring at him.

I moved quickly, making the man sit normally on the couch, to then position myself on his lap, with one leg on each side of his thighs. Michael quickly put his hands on my waist,
pulling my body closer to his.