Midnight Lover [MJ Fan Fiction]

Chapter 3

I return to the office lightly sweating as Michael went his way to the bathroom.

"He's cute isn't he?", my co-worker leans over and whispers into my ear. "And you're going to spend a whole 4 days in a suite with him...alone", she teases. "SHUT up!!", I whisper back but with force. A few of the body guards and Michael's team sees this commotion between me and my co-worker and I give them an anxious smile that everything is okay. She leans over again and whispers in a playful tone while pinching my thigh under the table, "I saw the way he was lookin' at you...like he wanted to eat you up!". "Monica...", I begged, while giving her a serious look because now my father had noticed. She backed off with a sly grin and a side eye before rolling them to the other side. I definitely did see Michael looking at me...and I definitely did notice him flirting with me...but I didn't want to believe it just yet. That can't be what was happening.

Michael returns to the office, and two of his body guards walk over to him as they talk by the door. As he was speaking to them, I can see him every now and then leer over at me with those big gorgeous eyes under his fedora. He stands back with one hand on his lip and the other under his arm while his body guard speaks for him. "Mr. Jackson is ready to head off to the Suite, Mr. Wilner." "Ah okay, we shall meet again sometime this week before his departure", my dad responds, as he raises up out of his chair and walks over to Michael to see him on his way out. I follow behind, and watch Michael and his team walk in front of My father and I while my dad holds me back to exchange a few words.

"Now remember what I told you Vanessa, we are here to represent and show him great hospitality. As my daughter, you are Royalty here on this soil. Please don't disrespect Michael in any way and please don't disrespect yourself", he says with a promising smile. "I know I can trust you baby girl."

"I know daddy", I whisper back. "I won't let you down". As I continue on, my father stays back as one tall body guard gently places his hand on my upper back to help guide me into the limo where Michael is already sitting.

As I enter the limo, the smell of fresh roses hit my nose. I glance over to see a bouquet of roses sitting on the designated seat that Michael is waving for me to come and sit next to him in. As I move over, he grabs the roses and places them in my lap, and I look at him through my shades. "I didn't want to come empty handed, that's not my style", he says to me as he tries to see my eyes beneath my sunglasses. The smell of the cinnamon gum on his breath and how close he was to my face was making me hot. Oh fuck...this was going to be one hell of a ride to the hotel...

We talk about life here in this country on the road, about 30 minutes in. I share with him all about the delectable food, scenery, beaches and people that live here. He asks me how long my father had been president and I tell him as long as I can remember. I can tell Michael was getting very comfortable with me, because he now has his arm resting at the top of my seat. Me though? I'm still sweating like a nervous wreck.

We pull into the driveway of the most luxurious beach side hotel this country has ever seen. It overlooks the ocean with flowers and hills surrounding it. The air is very warm and it's about to be 5:00pm. The chauffer makes his way around and Michael gets out first. He is such a gentleman because he reaches his hand out for mine and helps me get out of the car. I can see him looking at me with that fucking smile again!

"After you", he smirks. "Thank you Mr. Jackson", I reply as I hold my roses and walk into the hotel behind the bodyguards. Immediately we are shown to our suite, which has cieling to floor windows, 2 king size bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a single jacuzzi that overlooks the ocean. This must have been a suite for honeymooners! Is this where I will be staying for a week with Michael?!?!?

Michael walks in to the suite and he takes off his fedora, places it on the table and begins to unbutton his shirt revealing a white shirt underneath. "Why are you still wearing your glasses inside Vanessa?", he asks. Embarrassed because I forgot, I take them off and I joke back ,"yeah like how you wear them indoors and on all your interviews right?" He laughs because he knows it's true! He stops to take a look at me as I place my glasses on the table next to his hat, and walk over to a huge oversize mirror that is leaning up against the wall. As I'm in the mirror looking at my appearance, he walks over slowly behind me. "Your eyes are light brown", he says as he stares at them in the reflection. I turn around abruptly and begin to walk away as he grabs my arm to stop me.

"Am I making you nervous?", he asks. "It seems like you've been avoiding eye contact with me all this time, wearing the sunglasses and looking away...and all this time you have such beautiful eyes". "Michael....", I respond, yet this time looking back at him with a sorrow look. "You're a superstar...and I'm here to basically show you around my country. We are here on business....plus my father told me to treat you with respect...and honestly I always thought you were stuck up-"

"Why would you think I'm stuck up?"

"It's not that.." I try to fix what I said because I realize I may have gone too far. "You're a superstar...okay? I wouldn't want-" "Wouldn't want what?", he responds as he walks closer to me, staring at me deep, deep into my eyes. I begin to feel a rush of tingles up my spine as he backs me into the countertop with his hands on both sides of it, and me in the middle. "Look. I know that we are on business", he says. "Truth is, I've seen your work. I've seen what you do for others, you're a beautiful being and I love that in a woman. But I've done all of this to get closer to you. I've seen you in magazines, newspapers, television. I've always wanted to get to know you better." He looks at me all over my face and whispers in a raspy low voice, "Your eyes, your face, your lines....its like "divinity in motion"...I really can't let you get away". He bites his lip slowly.

Blushing hard as fuck, I turn my head to the right. His hair is touching mine and I managed to squiggle my way out with my hands behind my back. Acting as if I ignored what he said, I spout, "I have to take a shower because it's been a long day! So haha...I'm gonna go...do just that!". He looks at me with a sly grin because he knows EXACTLY what the fuck he just did to me.

He continues to unbutton his shirt as he watches me slowly walk to the bathroom in my designated room. This man had just made me wet off words alone....God damnit. I really wanted him too, I just didn't want to make it so obvious. Why did I have to be so shy? I've never been this way with any other guy before.

I take my shower and follow my routine after, with deodorant, lotion, and vanilla spray, and I put on my oversized shirt and panties for sleeping because that's what I'm most comfortable sleeping in anyways. I put my curls up into a lazy bun with a few curls still hanging out. I exit the bathroom and into my room, where I can hear the TV playing in the living room, and I hear Michael talking to someone. I peek out the door just a little to see him talking to a room service lady who had just dropped off some food. Did he order this while I was showering?

I walk out to join him, in hopes he may have forgotten what he had said to me earlier. "I ordered us some food..you looked tired and im a bit tired myself so I decided we can stay in and watch Television if that's okay with you?" I glance over the spread to see curry food sitting on the table. Some fruit..some white wine...curry chicken...rice....does this man know I love-

"Hey....how did you know I liked curry chicken?", I responded in excitement. Eating a piece of fruit while smiling with intention says, "I've paid close attention, Vanessa. When im interested in someone or something...I study them". I give him a cute smile back to match the one he's giving me. He is so flattering...maybe i should loosen up a bit. There's really no reason for me to be this harsh.

I look back over the table of food. Noticing that his neck was still a bit damp, I concluded that he too, has taken a shower in the other bathroom while I was taking mine. I walk over and we fix ourselves a plate and walk over to the couch and turn on the TV where we watch Nick at Nite on Nickelodeon. We watch most of our favorite shows and eat our food, laughing and breaking the ice very well.

Michael really has a way with words, he can talk and talk and talk. Not once did he sound boring, in fact he was so interesting, I stopped watching the boring ass TV and focused on his stories instead. After we finish eating, he pours me a glass of wine. I'm a very lightweight drinker, so literally after one glass alone I already start to feel loopy. Michael was already on his second glass, and I could see a hazy seductive look in his eye when he would watch me talk.

END OF CHAPTER 3.

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