Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston

Called Her Whitney

Michael POV

Waiting in the limo seemed to last forever. Ever have those days when something big is supposed to happen and it takes forever to happen? That's how this feels.

Reality: we only waited two minutes.

The girl had on sunglasses and a hat and scarf across her face. From beneth her hat was a maze of long curl hair. Her skin was caramel and looked smooth. Lips were shiny and pink and...and...she was gorgeous. She looked familiar.

"Hi, Michael." Her smiled was amazing. "Go to the Plata Hotel." She instructed the driver then she rolled up the diveder.

"Can I see ya full face?" I asked gently.

"When we arrive."

"I dont think they have resturants in hotels." I grinned.

"It's a type of resturant and suite. Don't worry, it'll be fun. I promise. You will have something great to eat tonight."

I sighed and looked out the window.

"How come you took so long to contact me?"

"I've been busy. In the studio and stuff like that." I smiled.

She took my hands in hers and smiled back. "You have great hands. Bet they can hold and grip everything."

I'm not dumb. It's obvious that somethings gonna happen. Good or bad. I don't know why, I'm thinking otherwise. She's really beautiful. No. That's a word I only reserve for my wife. She's more like...sexy. I know her from somewhere.

She leans over and kissed me with passion. Only a one minute kiss. She licked hers and grinned. She told me I was gorgeous.

We arrived at the hotel and she checked in before leading me to the golden elevator doors. Of course, people screamed and things like that. Before anyone could come at us, we hurried into the elevators and the doors were shut. She pushed the button eleven and we went up.

"Take them off now." I backed her into a corner and tried to take off her glasses.

She giggled. "Wait a minute. So impatient."

"I just wanna know who the hell you are." I replied.

"You will."

My body started to heat up. That happens when I'm angry. She was pissing me off. We reached the floor and we walked down the hall to double doors. She used her key to open them and told me to get comfortable. Apparently she had to freshen up. I believe it was an excuse to keep me in suspenses. I hope she's not an escort. But I'm positive that I know this lady from somewhere. I took off my jacket and hang it on the rack. This was almost the size of my room and office. It's very large. I like large rooms. That goes for everything. Bathrooms, offices, suites, etc.

I was peeking from behind the shades when I heard her voice from behind me. I grinned and shut the shades. I turned around and nearly passed out.

"No!" I gasped.

"Oh, don't act surprise." She said.

She was in the sexiest lingere outfit I've ever seen. I thought she was gone for good. She backed me into a corner and kissed my cheek.

"No. Please...God..." I tried to step away but I knew her and she wasn't gonna give up. "I can't go through that. Again. I'm sorry. I gotta head home."

"Michael Jackson." She stepped back. It took everything in me not to look at her body. "What we had was f*cking special and you're gonna give me up because you're married. I am friends with ya f*ck buddy. I'm sure you aint get a taste or feel of any you know what in months. We don't have to speak after this. Let me just give you a great time."

"Are you a prostitue now?"

"Shut up." She laughed.

So, like a fool I allow her to manipulate me. And she did the ultimate disrespect. Durning our fun time, she kissed and licked my wedding band before taking it off and wearing it. That's horrible. I wanted to take it off her but I was too caught up. We legit had sex for five hours. We stopped for about one hour then resumed. She told me to call her Whitney and I did. This girl is disrespectful and bad.

Afterwards, I was full of shame. I called Jean (my ex that betrayed me) Whitney. Whitney (the love of my life, wife and mother of my child) deserves better than me.

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-ChunkyMonkey🙊