Welcome to Michael Jackson Imagines Vol. 3!
This is a book full of erotica and different AUs of Michael Jackson.
I hope you brought your holy beverage or food, you're probably gonna need A LOT.
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The sun had barely risen, casting a warm, golden hue across the city. The early morning light seeped through the windows of Yn's loft, turning the once-quiet space into a bustling hive of activity. The streets below were just starting to stir with the early morning hustle, but Yn and Michael were already hard at work, their recent betting success having kickstarted their casino project.
Yn sat at the antique table at the center of the room, her attention fixed on the blueprints sprawled out before her. The intricate designs of their casino took shape under her careful scrutiny. She traced the lines and measurements with her fingers, her brow furrowed in concentration.
Michael, dressed in his trademark blend of casual charisma-dark jeans, a crisp white shirt, and a leather jacket-moved restlessly around the room. His excitement was palpable, like a coiled spring ready to leap into action. He paced back and forth, occasionally casting an eager glance at Yn.
"Okay, Yn," he said, breaking the silence with a wide grin. "We've got the funds. We need to get this place up and running."
Yn looked up from the blueprints, her focus shifting from the intricate plans to Michael's animated face. "The only thing we need are the contractors. And don't forget, we should start reaching out to potential investors who might want to get involved. This place isn't going to build itself."
Michael nodded vigorously, his enthusiasm infectious. "I've got some contacts who can help with that. But first, I want to take a little detour."
Yn raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued by Michael's cryptic words. "We need those connections as soon as possible. What's with the detour?"
A sly smile playing on his lips as he glanced over at her. "You'll see."
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Their detour led them to a quaint neighborhood on the outskirts of town. The houses here were modest but well-kept, each exuding its own charm. Vibrant flowers bloomed in neatly tended gardens, their colors a striking contrast to the white picket fences that framed the homes. Michael and Yn walked to a cozy, single-story house, its front yard dotted with colorful pansies and marigolds. The scent of freshly cut grass mingled with the faint aroma of blooming roses as they stepped out of the car.
Michael led the way up the path to the front door, knocking gently. The sound echoed softly through the early morning air, blending with the distant chatter of birds. After a moment, the door creaked open to reveal a warm-hearted woman in her late fifties. Her eyes, though tired, held a kindness that seemed to instantly ease the tension of their visit. She greeted them with a hesitant but genuine smile.
"Hello, Mrs. Whitlock," Michael said with a friendly nod. "I'm Michael, and this is Yn. We're here to discuss an opportunity that might be of interest."
