𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋

Regret

—❝I regret the day i didnt tell you i loved you back.❞

"How long do you have to stay in London?"

"Just 2 weeks."

She sighed and wrapped her hands around his shoulders, looking into his eyes.

"I'll miss you."

"I'll m-"

HONK HONK

"Thats my ride. gotta go babe."

He gave her a quick kiss and grabbed his bag and briefcase and zoomed down the stairs and out the door.

"I love you!"
She yelled

Michael heard but didn't say anything.

—❝I regret not answering your calls.❞

Michael ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated and exhausted. He was still flying on the private jet. All he wanted to do was rest, but his boss wouldn't allow that.

Michael furiously typed at the keys determined to finish the last email.

ring ring

This was the 10th time his phone has been buzzing. He growled and grabbed his phone and saw it was his wife, y/n, calling. He huffed and shut the phone off and threw it on the bed.

—❝I regret sleeping with her.❞

Finally landing in London, he was now currently residing in a hotel his boss reserved for him.

Desiree, a coworker of his, came by the room to talk about some important papers that needed to be done.

And lets say one thing led to another and Michael found himself on top of Desiree.

—❝I regret having secret affairs with her behind your back.❞

"Come on baby let's go to my room."
She grabbed him by his collar and pulled him up to her room.

Idiotically, he followed behind her, his tie in her hands, as she led him to the bedroom. She pushes the door open and pushes him onto the bed.

"Forget about her, it's just you and me."

—❝I regret not telling you the truth.❞

"Mikey, I'm asking for the truth and nothing but the truth. Are you cheating on me?"

Michael sighs and shakes his head no,
"Why would you think i was cheating?"

Her bottom lip quivers as tears fell down her cheeks rapidly,

"You've been so distant and you've seem so uninterested."

Sighing, he pulls her into his chest and kisses her forehead.

"I would never do such a thing to do. I love you too much."

—❝I regret hitting you.❞

"MIchael Jackson, are you serious right now?!"
she yelled

"Dammit woman what're you talking about now?!"
He growled, slamming his fist down on the kitchen counter, startling her.

"Who is Meeka?"
She asked, lowering her voice.

Michael deadpans and furrows his eyebrows,
"Did you go through my phone?"

Hesitantly, she nodded her head. Michael growls and rushes towards her, his hands wrapping around her neck, forcing her back to hit the counter.

"Don't ever go through my phone. Ever!"

She whimpers in pain and nods her head, hands clawing at his hands begging for him to release her. Huffing, he lets her go then walks away, mumbling profanities under his breath.