Athena Tyler and Michael Jackson are married to people they don't belong with. The history between Michael and Athena isn't complicated; they met on We Are The World, sparks flew, but they never stayed in contact.
When their respective spouses sugg...
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TUESDAY, AUGUST 30th, 1994–PARIS, FRANCE: 2:30 AM
As Michael and Athena stepped off the private jet, Michael held onto Athena's hand, stealing a quick glance at her. He saw the sparkle in her eyes and knew that this was going to be an unforgettable honeymoon.
"Paris," he said with a grin, "The city of love."
Athena giggled, "I can't wait to explore it with you."
Michael leaned in and whispered in her ear, "And I can't wait to show you what I have planned for us."
As they were whisked away in a sleek black limousine, they could feel the excitement building up within them. The bustling city of Paris awaited them, and they were ready to dive headfirst into the romantic escape that awaited them.
As they arrived at their luxurious hotel, Michael turned to Bill and said, "Bill, can you check us in? I would, but.....you know," he said sheepishly.
Bill nodded, a knowing smile on his face as he took the lead, "Of course, Mr. Jackson. I'll make sure everything is in order for you and Miss Tyler."
Athena looked at Michael with admiration, "You always think of everything, don't you?"
Michael chuckled, giving her a wink, "Only the best for my queen."
Athena turned to her Head of Security, "Hey, Javon, did you tell Kayden where my spare house key is in case he needs to get in?"
"I gave it to him like you said to, Miss Tyler," Javon answered, "All good."
Once they were settled in their lavish suite overlooking the Eiffel Tower, Michael turned to Athena with a mischievous glint in his eye, "I have a little surprise for you."
Athena's breath hitched, suddenly nervous, "What....is it?" she said slowly.
Michael bit his lip, "What do married people do on honeymoons?"
"Uh.....sleep?" Athena guessed, setting her stuff down on the floor, pulling out a book from her bag before she sat on the bed, "Read, perhaps?" she suggested, gesturing to the Shakespeare in her hand before she opened the book.
Michael couldn't help but chuckle at her innocence. He moved closer to her, "Athena," he said softly, "We do much more than just sleep and read on honeymoons."
"You mean go to the beach?" Athena guessed again, "I mean, I guess we could, but probably better to wait until it's dark out there, right? The sun bothers your skin and you might get mobbed in daylight."
"Oh, baby girl," Michael said, his voice low and filled with tenderness. He gently closed the book she was holding, setting it aside before cupping her face in his hands. "I mean something more intimate. Something that only two people who love each other deeply share on a night like this." His eyes searched hers, silently asking for permission and reassurance all at once.
