Streets of Gold - A Michael Jackson Story

Chapter 50 - Her Suspicious Mind

--- WARNING! This chapter contains a segment of mature content. Proceed with caution. ---

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Yonela

Monday December 25th, 1987 - Los Olivos, Santa Barbara

"Have a good night, guys," I say to Rebbie and Janet as we stop at the doors to our separate rooms.

"Goodnight," they say back before we all disappear inside and shut our doors behind us.

"What a day," I exhale to myself while letting my hair down. Approaching the bed, my eyes catch sight of an unfamiliar black box on my dressing table. I pick it up and study it carefully before reading the card attached to it.

                    Merry Christmas.

                         xx

Curious to see who left this here, I flip the card over to find Michael's initials signed on the back in black ink. A smile slowly crosses my face as I lift up the lid to uncover a beautifully knitted red beret. I've never seen anything like it, he probably had it custom-made and delivered right to our doorstep.

"I see you've found your Christmas present," his voice says softly from behind me. I turn around to face him as he approaches me.

"I have," I say.

"Do you like it?"

"I absolutely love it, Michael."

"Well, I'm glad," he blushes. "I saw it in a boutique in Sydney. Your name was written all over it."

"Yonela Miya-Jackson?"

"Exactly," he winks before we both let out a little laugh.

"It's beautiful," I smile, putting the box back on the dressing table before turning back to face him again. "Thank you so much."

He looks directly at me, his soft smile fading before he lifts his hand to my face. I feel his fingers gently trace my jawline, and for a moment his gaze shifts from my eyes to my lips. For a split second I see a lustful darkness in his expression, a thirst, a hunger, a craving for something unspeakable. Just as quickly, his bright brown eyes look back into mine with a sparkle that screams with childlike innocence, longing for a playful yet passionate pleasure.

Finally, a soft whisper leaves his mouth.

"I love you, Yonela."

"I love you, Michael."

Too overcome to speak another word, we move even closer to each other and his lips come crashing into mine in a deep, sweet and sensuous kiss.

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Thursday December 28th, 1987 - Los Olivos, Santa Barbara

RING!!! RING!!! RING!!!

"Hello?"

"Good day, Juliette."

"Robin!" I say with surprise. "How are you?"

"I'm very well, thanks. How about you?"

"I'm alright, thank you."

"I must say, I'm feeling rather old as of late."

"Oh, come on. You've just had a birthday, surely there's some excitement for the year ahead."

"Well, I'm feeling extra old this year, and so is Maurice."

I laugh. "How did the two of you spend the day?"