"Y/N?!" Michael's voice rang out.
"Yes, Michael?" I responded, turning to face him.
"Where's my cart?" he asked, a puzzled expression on his face as he clutched his cap.
"I have no idea," I winked mischievously at his friend Katie, and we both burst into giggles.
"Your cart is right over there, stick on that one," the cameraman James pointed out, indicating the cart adjacent to Michael.
"Well, if you can't keep tracking your cart, you shouldn't shop!" his cousin joked, eliciting laughter from all of us.
"No, seriously, where IS my cart?"
"It's right there!"
"Oh, there it is!" I chuckled, relieved.
"Y/N, I know you were the one who hid my cart," Michael stated, giving me a playful look, his eyebrows arching up and down suggestively.
"No, why would you think it's me?" I asked innocently, struggling to contain my laughter.
"Hmm?" He leaned in, nuzzling my neck, tickling me.
"Stop it!" I giggled, trying to push him away.
"Shh, not so fast, babygirl," he whispered teasingly.
"Don't tease me like that," I giggled.
"Tease you? Me?" He replied in a flirtatious yet sensual tone.
"N-nothing," I stuttered, feeling a blush creeping up my cheeks.
"Red robe, red heels, with necklace, later you'll be on all fours," he murmured with a deep voice, sending shivers down my spine.
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"Hey Mike, there's ice cream!" his nephew called out, interrupting our moment.
"Alright!" Michael exclaimed happily, leaving me feeling as red as a tomato.
Well, that was quite a sudden shift in conversation.
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Michael Jackson Imagines (re-imagine)
Fanfic⚠️Grammatical Errors Fixed⚠️ (2017 book re-imagined) Short stories between you and Michael. Scenes are revised and additional chapters are published.
