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♡ You Get Harassed

You're sitting at home on the couch, bored with nothing to do, when Michael suddenly plops himself down on the couch next to you.

"We're going somewhere," he mutters to you, through kissing your neck.

"Mmm, where baby?" you say, stroking his curls.

"Out, that's all the information you're getting. Now, get dressed in something fancy and meet me downstairs." He begins walking out of the room.

"Wait-"

"Shh, no questions (Y/N). Just get your pretty little ass ready."

You shrug and walk upstairs without question. You walk into your closet and pull out a white knee length dress with silver sparkly detailing around it, silver heels and a sparkly silver clutch. You put them on and tie your hair up in a loose ponytail. Once you're all finished, you smack on some red lipstick and walk downstairs, hoping you didn't take too long as Michael is probably waiting for you.

Once you walk downstairs, you spot Michael waiting for you. As he looks up at you, his eyes travel down from your head to toe, in complete astonishment. There's been at least a two minute silence, just him admiring your beauty. You can't help but let out a laugh and say, "Hello? Earth to Michael!" You wave your hand in front of his face a little bit and he smiles.

"You look so beautiful (Y/N)."

"Thank you baby, you're looking handsome tonight." His curly hair is pinned half up and half down, and he's wearing a black tux.

You move some hair out of his face and kiss him, slowly. You feel his hand grab the back of your head, and he pulls your hair tie out of your hair. "I like it like this," he says. He smooths back your hair and grabs your hand.

"Shall we get going, (Y/N) Jackson?"

Your heart flutters. "We shall."

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The limo stops outside a restaurant. He gets out and walks around to open your side and helps you out.

Once you're inside, the whole entire restaurant is deserted; not a single person in sight besides a waitress or two.

"Choose a seat, my sweetheart," he says.

You pick a table outside near the balcony that overlooks the evening skyline and water.

"Good choice," Michael says as you take your seats.

"Oh my God, Michael, it's beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you."

You stare at him lovingly and he returns it. "Michael there's no one else i'd rather be out here than with you, i love you. So, so, much."

"Aww, babygirl i feel the same way, i love you too." He leans in to kiss you. "I'll be right back sweetheart, i have to go to the bathroom."

"Okay."

As Michael walks off, a waiter comes to your table. "Ready to order?"

"Oh, uh, my husband went to the bathroom."

"Then maybe you'd like to order now, when he gets back, or...?"

"Hmm, well i was thinking i could have a-" you immediately stop talking as you notice the waiter grabbing your wrists gently and standing you up. "Uh..."

"Quit playing games," he whisper-yells to you. "I get payed to to this shit and i might as well have a little fun with it." He drastically pulls you closer, your lips almost touching.

"What-what are you talking about?"

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to do this job, the same location where my girlfriend left me?"

"I'm sorry sir, but that's-i don't know what to say..."

"All you women are exactly alike, you go for the pop singers. Well guess what? If Michael over there can get this piece of ass then so can i!" Without warning, he harshly slaps your butt with his hand.

"Oh-oww!" you screech.

As if on time, Michael comes up behind this guy and drags him off you strongly. "If you touch my wife again, so help me God i'll spend the rest of my life making sure you suffer," Michael spits angrily at him. "Is that clear?"

The guy nods, looking scared and walks away; you have a stunned expression on your face. Michael turns to you with a worried look and asks, "Are you okay, did he hurt you baby?"

"No, he didn't."

"You sure? My God (Y/N) i'm so sorry about this, i had no idea some people around this place can be such creeps..."

"It's okay, it's not your fault."

Silence fell, until Michael had a sudden epiphany. "Forget this place, i have a better idea."

Michael leads you outside and into the limo, off someplace else.

"Where are we going now?" you ask.

Michael chuckles. "Baby you ask too many questions."

The limo pulls over and you walk outside and look around to a massive garden that has lights, shimmering water fountains, butterflies, an the evening going into nighttime sky to finish it off.

"I was going to take you here after we ate, but..." says Michael.

"Yeah," you sigh.

You look down and there's a picnic blanket set up with a basket.

"It's beautiful. It's absolutely perfect," you say.

Michael bites his lip. "Really, you like it?" he takes your hands in his.

"Yes," you kiss his nose. "I can't wait to get started with this night."

For the rest of the evening, you drank wine and ate little treats under the stars with your perfect husband, and as it got darker, he took you home and you both made love for a perfect finish.

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