Master Jackson (A Michael Jackson Story)

Chapter 8

"It was a tie!" Michael complains as we all walk back down the path to go back inside the house.

"It clearly was not a tie boy, us girls won and you know it." Janet flips her hair.

"Alright, let's let Sophia pick the winner then." Michael smirks, standing in front of us all.

She runs into his arms as he picks her up. "Okay, Sophia. Who won the basketball game?"

She didn't say anything for a few minutes but she looked back and forth between me and Mac. Then, she nuzzles her head into Michael's neck and whispers something to him.

"Huh?" Michael smiles. "I didn't hear that baby girl. Say it louder?"

Michael kisses her cheek as her head rises. "The boys won."

"This was set up!" I complain with Janet.

"Your little girl said we won, so now we can drive the boys somewhere and-"

"And you gotta say what you want Gabby to do to you." Janet rolls her eyes.

"That's private. I gotta tell her inside." Michael crosses his arms.

"How long can you not have sex for, man!"

"Janet, who said anything about sex?" Michael asks and sighs.

We make it inside the house, and it's getting pretty dark outside. Michael took me up to his room and shuts his door.

"Alright, Gabrielle..."

Michael sits down on his bed next to me and holds my hand. "I'm sorry for making love to you, a little too soon."

I blush and give him a smile. "It's alright, Michael. You made me feel loved and that's all I need to feel now. Is loved."

Michael bites his lip and blushes. "Yeah? Well, I know you saw a little bit of my childish side also..."

•Michael's POV•

Gabby smiles wide and pinches my cheek. "Which was too cute."

I blush a bit more and rub her hand. "Don't forget, I'm your boss too, so we have to keep things professional."

"I tried, how could I keep things professional when we played basketball?" She sighs. "I'm really sorry-"

"No, no. None of that. You were perfect out there, I love you. You know that. I just wanted to formally ask you out to dinner, and stuff."

Gabby's smile turns into a smaller one, almost changing into a frown. "I'd love to, it's just..."

I put my fingers under her chin and lift her head. "If you want to stay and fuck, that's fine with me too."

Gabby rolls her eyes and laughs. "I'd love that too, but I haven't been on a date ever since Sophia's 4th birthday.."

"Too much days to count, I'll just say more than 365 days. But baby, I'm not Travis Dunn Wrong, I'm Michael Jackson Your Boyfriend Who Is Asking You Out To Dinner. Please go with me, I'll make it worth it. For me?"

Gabby puts some hair behind her ear and sighs. "Are you having fun making fun of Travis?"

"What, you're sticking up for that coward?"

"No, I mean I'm going to have to go since you won the game."

"Baby..." I pull her closer to me. "Yeah, I did win, but I wanted to ask you out in private so if you said no I wouldn't be laughed at. This is your choice, erase what I said about me telling you what I wanted you to do, just choose... yes or no?"