Love from Another (A Michael Jackson FanFic)

Chapter 19: When Someone In The Dark Reaches Out To You (Alexandria POV)

Alexandria POV
I watched as he slept there. His smooth, caramel chest rising and falling with each bass laced breath. I nibbled on my thumb as the satin sheets clung to my hips. The moonlight provided the perfect amount of lights and shadow to illuminate the room.

I can't believe how great, I mean...great and dominant a lover Michael was. He was insistent; rough, yet gentle on the edges. The perfect heady mix of pleasure and pain.

As amazing as tonight was, I was absolutely dreading tomorrow. I didn't want to rehash the details of Karen and her human trafficking scheme, but the longer Michael waits, the worse it will look to the press. They already wonder and create stories about him and his child-like eccentricities. Anyway it goes, this isn't a good look for him, especially with the tour kicking off next week.

I purposely put distance between us. I'm a bit ambivalent about being his girl. About being his. Hell, about being...anyone's. I've been independent for as long as I can remember, ever since I left my parents house in Vermont at 17. Fending for myself, working for myself: my life has done such an epic 360 in comparison.

I'm living with a man, a man who is my boyfriend, a man who is my employer, a man I just had the most mind-blowing, toe curling, blow your fucking back out sex with.

I quietly climbed out of bed in the darkness, my wild curls skimming my bare back as I padded quietly to the moonlit balcony.

Wow. Just wow. The moon was absolutely stunning as it pierced the cloudless sky. The cool night breeze gave me goose bumps as I looked over the estate. It really was a sight to see at night. The stars twinkled as the trees swayed in response. Suddenly, I felt a presence and I knew I wasn't alone on the balcony. Slowly turning, I saw Michael--his mega-watt smile piercing the darkness; his chocolate eyes peppered with fatigue; naked.

"Hi," he stated with a lazy smile. I grinned in response my cheeks warming under his gaze. My happy grin suddenly turned into the full awareness that I was naked. I wrapped my arms around myself covering my breasts as best I could. He scowled walking toward me gently grabbing my wrists. "Don't. Please, Alexandria. I love looking at you. To be quite honest, I can't remember the last time I wasn't afraid to be bare in front of a woman."

What on earth is he talking about?! He's an Adonis to say the least: standing at 5'10", slim but strong, sculpted face, beautiful chocolate eyes and skin...skin. That's when I saw it: the moonlight did a pretty good job of masking most of it, but I noticed the freckles and patches of discolored and hyper-pigmented skin that riddled his toned body. How could I have forgotten? It was only yesterday that he showed me his biggest secret in the limo while at the KFC drive thru.

"I don't care about that, Michael" I started. "Honestly, I completely forgot until you mentioned it just now. It's a part of you--and if it's a part of you, I love it."

Shit. Shit. SHIT. What am I saying?!

Michaels eyes bulged out of his head fractionally as he shook his head. "Um, yeah. Hey, let's head back to bed."