Human Nature

Chapter 3: Bring it on, bitch

Madonna's POV:

He walks up to me. And that's when I get a good look of him.

Hes wearing a tight black long sleeve shirt, with black buckle pants with a red streak going down the sides, black shoes with white laces and tape around his fingers.

He looks like a bad boy,and I like it.

But when I look up my palms get sweating and I start to feel light headed.

His perfect plump yet soft lips are curved into a small smile, his high cheek bones glisten in the light, he has curly soft hair that you just want to put your fingers through and last but not least his big brown doe eyes are filled with curiosity, interest and spark.

Like I said before SEX GOD!

"H, I'm michael"

I swear I fainted, his voice Is so soft and high that you can practically fall asleep listening to. It's like I'm in a trance, this man is so gorgeous it's almost unbelievable.

I can't hear anything because I'm on cloud nine but his face went from a smile to a frown, to just plain confused.

That's when tatum snapped her hands in my face and said

" Hey you alright?" oh yeah I'm at the Grammys.... Right?

"Y-yeah um h- hi I'm M-Madonna" what the fuck!! Did I just stutter! That never happens.. Ever usually I make the guy stutter and look stupid, NOT the other way around.

He just smiled and opened his mouth to say something but got cut off by the announcer.

-Will all Grammy attendants please proceed to the ceremony. The gramaphone awards will begin in 3...2...1.-

"Guess that's our que to go" Tatum said.

Not before grabbing michael's hand and practically running out there.

I stood there dumbfounded.

HE was HER date?

And not mine?

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The Grammys went well.

For Tatum.

She won 5 out of 6 awards she was nominated for.

I won 1 out of 2 awards I was nominated for.

And Michael won 3 out of 4 awards he was nominated for.

Yay tatum.. ( note the sarcasm )

I noticed Michael would sneak his hand over hers and she would blush like crazy.

I felt something weird in me like.... Disapproval or something.

I don't know it just didint feel right.

Anyways I was about to say goodbye to Tatum and Michael for this terrible night.

When I saw them about to get in a black Ferrari.

I jogged up to them but failed because I was in a Luis vitton and 9 inch pumps.

So yeah..,

"Guys wait!" I yelled.

Michael turned and my heart fluttered he was So. Damn. Cute

" Hey Madonna" tatum said.

"Hey I wanted to say thanks for this shitty night and contests on your awards" I said with a salk smile.

"thanks I guess" she laughed. Michael just stood there texting away on his phone.

"Umm, it was nice to meet you Michael" I said. It kinda shocked me because I'm NEVER that nice.

He looked from his phone and grinned, showing his pearly white teeth.

" it was nice to meet you too! Hope you had a good night" he said with a slight smirk.

She smiled and took this as a advantage.

" Acually I didn't, I was planning on getting drunk but guess celebrity's don't drink beer" I said with a smirk of my own.

He laughed and said " Welm, me and Tati were going down to The jungle club.. Wanna come with?"

Tatum's eyes immediately grew 10x larger then possible and said " No! It's suppose to be just us mike!" his face grew guilty, but my smile grew larger.

" I'd love to go! Unless " Tati" here doesn't want me to.." her face fell and she smirked.

As if saying "Wanna go? Because I'm packing lightning!"

"The more the marrier""

Bring it on, bitch..