Checkmate (18+) A Michael Jackson Book

Chapter 11: Surrender

NOTE: Checkmate is a smut kind of fic. It will have a lot of sex scenes, but it will also have a whole story behind. Everything to lead to something happening between them. If you, who are reading this, don't enjoy this type
of fic, I advise you to rethink before continuing. And if you like it, you're in the right place.

For a better reading listen to the song "Wrong by Zayn" when I tell you to on the chapter ;)

Natalie's POV:

The Rolls Royce Phantom drove through the huge gates of my house slowly, being properly searched by the security guards at the gate. Christopher rested his hand on my thigh in a soft caress. I looked at his face, he was carrying a tired smile. The man looked at me, before yawning for the fourth time in less than 10 minutes. I smled at him before turning my eyes to the man who was sitting on the other side. Michael didn't look me in the eye. Probably too nervous about the situation. And I wasn't any different, after all, that was the first time I drugged Christopher. That was the first time I would cheat on him inside our own home.

"We arrived." The man said. Carlos quickly approached the door, opening it so that we could get out.

Christopher got out of the car and gently extended his hand to me. We went up the stairs towards the front door. In a complete silence.

"Finally, I was exhausted." He said as he unbuttoned his blazer.

"I think I'm leaving now." Michael said.

I turned facing him, who also received a look from Christopher.

"No. You'll stay."

The Agent's brown eyes fixed on mine for a split second, and then turned away.

"It's late, Agent Jackson. Stay. Tomorrow morning I'll ask someone to drive you home." My husband said calmly.

"But..."

"No buts, dear. I'll take you to the guest bedroom."

"Do that, sweetheart. And then come to the bedroom with me." He spoke through a yawn.

"Will do, honey."

I approached Christopher, depositing a quick kiss on his lips, making him smile. I would give anything to see Michael's face right now, or at least know what was going on in his head.

"Good night, Agent Jackson." He said before going up the stairs to the second floor.

"Good Night, Mr. Collins."

Once Christopher disappeared at the top of the stairs, I turned my attention to Michael. We stood facing each other, without saying absolutely anything. The atmosphere seemed to be heavy and intense.

"I'll show you your room."

"I'm leaving." Michael spoke walking away.

"No, you aren't." I held his arm quickly, causing his body to stop.

"I am."

"Are you that afraid of me, Agent Jackson?"

Michael turned his body towards me again. He had his eyebrows knitted together, frowning.

"I'm not afraid of you, Natalie." His voice sounded hoarse, sexy.

"Great, then stay."

Michael sighed, still staring at me. I didn't dare look away, I would show him that I was firm there.

"Fine, Mrs. Collins."

I smirked, but didn't say anything. I just turned my back to him and walked towards one of the corridors. Michael readily followed, walking behind me. There were two guest bedrooms in that house. One was on the second floor, right next to my bedroom with Christopher, and the other one was downstairs. Michael would stay in that one.