With Michael

Bonus chapter #6 - Not A Cheater

14th of May, 1994
Brooklyn is 28, Janet is 27, and Michael is 35

Michael: I opened the front door widely, grinning when I saw my three guests for the next couple of days.

"Hey!" I hugged Lisa tightly.

"Woah, you're Michael Jackson!" her daughter said.

"And you must be Riley. I heard a lot about you." I crouched down to her level and offered her a hug.

She accepted, slightly wrapping her small arms around my neck.

"And this is Benjamin." Lisa showed her son that held her hand tight.

"Hi Ben." I waved. He hesitated before waving back.

I turned to Lisa, "Would you like to see your room? I thought it would be nicer if you slept in here instead of the guest house, because it's a bit far..."

"That would be great. Thank you so much for having us." she nodded.

I helped her with the bags, and led them to an extra bedroom.

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"So this is what the King of Pop lives like."

I turned around, a bit embarrassed by Lisa being inside my bedroom.

We parted ways so she could put her kids to bed and I could take a shower, after the long day we've had. We went on the rides, had a water balloon fight, and swam in the pool. It was great, the most fun I've had in a while.

She looked around, then her eyes landed on the big picture of Brooklyn and I that hung on the wall. It was a picture from our wedding day. We were dancing, a smile on both of our faces. I could never forget how beautiful she was on that day.

Lisa Marie frowned. "Well, the King of Pop and his wife..."

"Uh, yeah." I blushed, quickly putting on my shirt.

"You're still not talking?" she asked as she kept looking around the bedroom.

"Nope." I answered with a sigh, sitting down on the bed.

"You know, Michael, ever since we met at that party," Lisa sat close to me and placed a hand on my thigh. "I can't stop thinking about you. I really like you."

"I really like you, too, Lisa. You've been really good to me." I smiled down at her.

"That's exactly how I feel about you. And I know you've been really lonely since Brooklyn left like she did, and I've been lonely as well, with Danny always traveling because of work... So I thought, maybe we could keep each other company for a while..."

Her hand that was on my thigh made its way to my crotch, and her lips were suddenly on mine.

She straddled me, her hands cupping both sides of my face as the kiss deepened.

Why was I letting her kiss me? And in the bedroom I shared with my wife? But I couldn't pull away, and somewhere in my mind I didn't want to. It felt good to finally have a connection with someone who understood.

With Lisa still on top of me, I fell back on the bed.

"I want you, Michael..." she whispered against my lips. "I want to give you a child. I can give you a baby... Don't you want that? A small, beautiful baby all to yourself? We can raise him together, and be a family..."