Don't Walk Away (A Michael Jackson Love Story)

Chapter 6: Ruined Plans

"Quincy? Yes it's Michael." His voice floated gently over to me.

I sighed. He was so passive-aggressive. One minute we were passionately making love, and the next we were in separate rooms.

"Michael," I called out.

"Hold on Quincy--What is it, sweetie?"

"I love you."

"Love you too, Lily...Yeah, I'm still here, Q."

A few minutes later, I heard humming. I recognized the tune immediately.

The hum turned into soft singing. "Just put your trust in my heart, and meet me in paradise..."

Tears started to well up in my eyes, blurring my vision. He sang that song to me when he first thought of it two years ago.

"It's a really mellow song. I have a demo if you wanna hear it...I'm in New York...Yes, she's here...No it's not bad for me! We're better now...She didn't ruin me! Maybe you should focus on your own relationships, Quincy. I'll talk to you later." There was a click, signaling the end of the phone call. Footsteps shuffled back into the bedroom. "Hi. Are you okay?" Mike looked concerned. He sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'm fine. Are you okay?" I turned the question around.

"Great. I have to give Quincy a demo when he gets here. You wanna hear the song? You seem...wound up."

"I'm relaxed," I assured him. I stretched out on my stomach on the bed, putting a smile on my face.

Michael pulled on a pair of navy blue boxers. He scooted closer to me. "You sure, girl?" Oh lord, that Indiana accent was fighting its way to the surface.

The bed sunk down as Mike shifted his weight. He slung one leg over me, hovering above my upper thighs.

I gasped. His hands kneaded into my back and shoulders. He leaned down next to my ear. "You relaxed now?" he breathed.

"Far from it," I moaned. I wanted him now, but he was holding me down.

"Is that good or bad?" Michael chuckled. He trailed kisses down my spine. I shivered.

"Good...and bad."

"How so?" Another laugh.

"I want you so bad that I can't relax." I let out another low moan. His hands worked up and down my back.

"You turn everything sexual," Mike pointed out. "Maybe I just wanted to give you a massage to be nice."

"While I just happen to be naked?" I snorted. "Sure."

"It's not my fault you chose not to get dressed," Michael teased.

"Ugh. You ruined my mood." I rolled my eyes, smirking at him, and sat up.

"Let me make you feel better," he insisted. He kissed me.

My stomach fluttered. "How are you gonna do that?" I asked softly.

"I dunno. What do you think?" His eyes met mine.

I intertwined my fingers with his. "I think you know what I'm imagining," I whispered.

There was a warning knock on the door. I jumped off the bed, falling to my knees.

"I think it's Quincy," Mike explained.

"Jones?" I scrambled to my feet. I was still nude.

"What other Quincy do you know?"

I ran to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I stayed against it, trying to listen.

"Q! I didn't know you were coming today!" Michael exclaimed.

"Michael, you hung up on me. I had no time to say anything," replied Quincy. "Where are your clothes?"

Mike laughed nervously. I imagined him looking down at his boxers and blushing. "I just showered," he lied.

"You definitely don't smell like it," Quincy grumbled. "Is that girl still here?"

The air got tense on the other side of the door. "You mean Lily? No. She just left."

"Okay. Where's that demo?"

Michael cleared his throat. "It's in the bathroom. I forgot to take it out of my pants pocket. Gimme a second."

I glanced at the pair of pants bunched up on the floor. Bending down, I fished through the back pocket and pulled out a tape.

Mike slipped into the room. He grinned at me. "I'm guessing you heard that?" he said.

"Here." I pressed the tape into his hand. He grabbed mine and pulled me into a deep kiss.

"Mmm..." I broke off. "Go give him the tape before I take advantage of you right now," I purred.

"Be right back," Michael muttered. He walked back into the main room.

I sat on the sink counter. A few muffled words were exchanged before the door finally shut with a satisfying click.

Before I could jump down, Mike rushed into the bathroom. He met me in another mind-blowing kiss. I put my arms around his neck as he wrapped my legs around his waist. "You shouldn't tempt me like that. I could barely get Quincy out fast enough," he whispered raggedly into my cheek.

"I had to wait too," I replied.

Michael lifted me from the counter. He set me down on the bed gently. "Mind if we just stay here?"

I sighed. That meant no sex. "Yeah."

"I wanna look at you. I feel like we were apart for a lifetime," Mike murmured. He touched my face, his fingers light as feathers.

"Only two years." I bit my lip. "You're right, though. I missed you every day."

"Then why didn't you come back?" he challenged quietly.

"I don't want to talk about it," I said. I tried to turn away, but Michael was on top of me.

"No, we need to talk about this. Or else you're going to be holding in feelings forever."

"No!" I yelled.

He dug his knees in closer, trapping me underneath him. "Talk to me, Lily."

"I can't fucking let anything go if you're doing this! You're bringing everything back! You didn't change! You're still a control freak!" I screamed finally.

Mike released me as if I were on fire. He chewed on his lower lip. "I'll be in the other room, call for me if you need anything."

I closed my eyes. I couldn't watch him walk away dismissively again. I just ruined everything again, didn't I?