(Michael's p.o.v.)
"No. It can't be." "It is." I stared at her like she lost her damned mind. "Get out," I commanded. "What?" "Get. Out." "Why? I'm you're baby momma." Ugh! Just hearing her say that makes me wanna punch her in the face oh but wait she's "pregnant".
"No you aren't and you never will be. Now get out dammit!" She looked at me with disbelief. I don't care how she saw me or looked at me but that baby can't beine. "But I only w--"
I pointed to the door. "Do you wanna get out on your own, or do I gotta drag ya lil skinny ass out?" She rolled her eyes. "Manwhore," she whispered before walking out. Prince then came down. Perfect timing.
(Sorry its short. I just wanted to see if ya'll were still reading)
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In Love With A Striper (Michael Jackson Fan Fiction)
FanfictionA dram filled story. When Prince gets ready to be a daddy, Michael needs a stress reliever...and guess where he gets it from. Yep, that's alot of drama to me. Enjoy!
