Don't Walk Away (A Michael Jackson Love Story)

Chapter 25: Career Moves

"Why do you have to leave today? It's beautiful out. I swear, he planned this on purpose," Michael whined, coming up behind me and hugging me.

"He did not! We're just unlucky." I giggled and pushed him away.

"Are you sure I can't help you pack?" He picked up a pair of my underwear.

I snatched it out of his hand and stuffed it in a bag. "If you want, you can take my shirts out of the dresser."

He did as he was told. "Hey, can I have this one?" he asked. He held up a silky red blouse.

"Why, you're gonna wear it?" I teased.

"No, but it'll remind me of you."

I smiled. "Here. Take this bra too. So you won't forget the size of my boobs." I tossed him a black, lace-trimmed bra.

"Oh, I wouldn't forget." Mike, coming from behind again, felt me up through my t-shirt.

I bit my lip. "Okay, I'm done!" I zipped up the last duffel bag. His hands slipped off me.

"When do we have to be downstairs?" he queried.

"When the bus pulls up," I said. As I was finishing my sentence, a large tour bus pulled up outside the hotel in view of our window.

Michael put his arms around my waist again, kissing my neck softly.

I heard him sniffle. "Come on, baby. Don't start crying," I cooed.

"I don't want to let you go again," he choked out.

"It'll be--"

The door opened. Prince stepped in.

"Ooh, did I walk in at an awkward time?" He laughed.

I grabbed Mike's hand. "I'll call as much as I can," I murmured into his ear.

He pulled away.

I turned to Prince. "Are you just gonna stand there, or are you going to pick up a bag?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Just as bossy as she was in the bedroom," he muttered. But he still took one of my bags.

Michael's stare got cold. He set his jaw and picked up a duffel bag.

The elevator ride was terrible. I was stuck in between an old flame and my boyfriend.

I threw my bags onto the bus. "Okay. That's everything, right?"

Mike nodded solemnly. He kissed my forehead. "Don't ever stop being you. God, I love you, Lillian," he whispered into my ear.

"I love you too." At this point I was extremely nervous. I was about to embark on a world tour. This was huge for me.

I was yanked away from Michael, who in the short months I had reunited with him had become the love of my life again.

Prince's arm around my waist brought me back to reality. Through the crowd of fans and media we went. I felt his hand move down to my ass and squeeze.

I pinched him inconspicuously. "Don't fucking start," I growled.

We eventually reached the top of the stairs going into the bus.

Prince turned to everyone, then planted a sloppy kiss on me.

I seethed. He was such a prick. I was relieved when he was done.

In the crowd, Michael was nowhere to be found. He'd gone back inside the hotel before he could be mobbed.

I frowned. I wanted a final glimpse of him.

Together Prince and I walked into the tour bus and made ourselves comfortable. I leaned against the window. This was going to be one long-ass tour.

(And that's the final chapter! I already have some of the first chapters ready to go for the next part. The next story is called "Just Good Friends". Thanks to everyone who dealt with my mini hiatus.)