Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Michael's P.O.V.

She looked up at me with her bright, emerald eyes sparkling and shining, she grinned at me, "You are?!"

"Yeah! Why do you think I asked you to bring an extra outfit?!" I laughed.

She shrugged, "I...I umm, I didn't really think about it!" She giggled.

During the journey we conversed about this and that, it was not long at all before we arrived back at the hotel.

I watched as she grabbed the wayfarer glasses and pulled her hood over her head as the limo pulled up near the doors.

"You know the drill!" I smiled as I placed a fedora on my head and wayfarers on my face.

She gave me a nod and a quick smile before John opened up her limo door and helped to get her through the thick, boisterous and somewhat frightening crowds. Bill then opened my door and helped me do the same, I watched as Grace disappeared into the amidst of the crowds beating heart, I hoped to god that she would emerge unscathed.

It was soon my turn, as I got within reaching distance of the fans, the press and just the general public, their hungry, grabbing hands lunged out for me, gripping my jacket, trying to take my hat, my glasses, once again, a sharp pain to the head shot through me as someone had managed to grab a fist full of my hair and tug it out of my own scalp.

After the hair trauma, I felt Bills strong hands on my shoulders trying to speed me up, not wanting me to get hurt again.

Thankfully, we got through the back kitchen doors.

The door was closed behind us like a vault, keeping valuables inside, I took off my fedora and rubbed the stinging part of my head in which hair had been pulled out...again.

At least now we were safe from crazy fans, I love them all dearly, but pulling chunks of my hair out? Is it really necessary?

Now me and Grace would be alone for a little while...now was the time to put my evil plan of payback to the test.