The Lady In My Life, A Michael Jackson Fan Fiction Love Story.

Chapter 23

*Michael's POV*

I got out of the car and opened up the door on Candace's side for her. She smiled and took my hand as she hopped down out of the truck. (P.S. I borrowed Frank's SUV today)

We walked hand-in-hand through the main entrance and was instantly greeted by 8 of our finest bodyguards. They immediately circled around us and we began to casually walk through the mall. Now, I know this isn't exactly what you'd call a "normal" day out, but it meant alot to Candace and I just to get out and around an unfamiliar place for a while. After about 3 or 4 minutes of walking around, we began to be noticed. Fans of all sizes, races, and genders started running for us.

Since Candace was pregnant, she was alot more vulnerable to this gs than she would normally be. She squeezed my hand tightly.

"Babe, don't worry." I comforted her, "See these men surrounding us?"

She nodded.

"Babe, they worked for the president. I can assure you that everything will be just fine. And besides, there's 8 of them. We're gonna be fine Baby."

She relaxed and started to smile, "Okay. Mickey. I'm putting g all of my trust in you."

I smiled and we proudly walked. When we approached my favorite store choice for Candace, I started to giggle.

She noticed and questioned what happened.

"Nothing CJ, nothing." I lied.

She smiled and read right through me. "Oh, whatever you liar."

I smirked. "So! You see any interesting stores yet, baby?" I asked, hoping she'd pick Victoria's Secret.

"Nope!" she simply said.

I frowned. "What? But babe, you--"

"Exactly. I knew something was up. You want to go into Victoria's Secret, dontcha?"

I smirked and looked away. "Just a little. Maybe for a sneak peek." I said.

She laughed then agreed to go in, just as I wanted.

•In The Store•

"Babe, please!" I whined.

All she did was giggle.

"Please please please please please please please please please please please baby please!" I begged. "Can you please just buy it?"

She laughed hard. "Mickey, bikinis, I'm okay with. Boy shorts, I'm okay with. Thongs, I'm okay with. But I will not buy or wear a G-String!" she protested.

"But why?" I whined.

She simply shook her head. "Because I'm not some freaky love master like you are!"

I smiled devilishly and pushed up against her backside, then felt her tense up against me. I smirked. "Babe, please."

She shook her head and laughed, looking around more.

I sighed in defeat and assisted her as she chose her lingerie of choice. Candace adored lingerie, and never ran out. She had a thing for sexy lingerie, but I didn't mind at all.

"Mickey, could you help me pick out some colors?" she asked politely.

I walked up behind her and gently set my hand around her waist. "Sure, baby. What's interesting to you so far?"

She paused and debated. "Hmm, well, I like these golden ones." she said as she picked up a golden bikini with black stripes on it. "And I also like the really bright, flashy colored ones." She turned to face towards me. "What do you think about it?"