I was out enjoying myself with my friends, immersed in the lively atmosphere of the party. However, amidst the revelry and drinks, I felt the need to check the time on my phone. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the clock read 2:30 am and noticed a staggering 45 missed calls from Michael.
"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath, hastily bidding farewell to Cassy as I dashed out.
I prayed fervently during the drive to Neverland, hoping that Michael wouldn't be too angry with me. As I approached the darkened estate, I reassured myself that perhaps he was already asleep.
The gates slowly swung open, a familiar sight that never failed to captivate me. Pushing aside my apprehensions, I parked the car and quietly turned the golden doorknob.
My breath caught in my throat as I stumbled upon Michael lying in the hallway, fast asleep. Clad in a white T-shirt and red silk pajamas, with white socks, he looked serene despite his weary appearance. Gently brushing away the strands of hair obscuring his face, I noticed his reddened and puffy nose, pink eyes with dark circles beneath, and dry lips, though a hint of color remained.
Leaning down, I pressed my lips against his, feeling a jolt of electricity course through me. Slowly, he stirred awake, tears welling up in his eyes.
"I thought... I thought I'd lost you," he choked out, enveloping me in a tight embrace, his sobs echoing in the dim corridor.
Tears welled up in my own eyes as I held him, overwhelmed with guilt for causing him such distress.
"I'm so sorry, Michael... I know you're stressed from work, I shouldn't have stayed out so late... I'm so, so sorry," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.
"Hush... It's okay, baby, you're here" he reassured me, his voice trembling with emotion.
"I promise, it won't happen again," I vowed, burying my head against his chest, tenderly placing kisses on his neck.
He chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with affection.
"Oooh," he murmured playfully.
I looked up at him, a mixture of love and amusement in my gaze.
"Michael, you need to rest... and you can't sleep out here, okay? This isn't a bed," I scolded gently, giving his thigh a playful smack, eliciting a wince from him.
"Yeah... Sorryyy," he replied with a wink.
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"Just promise me you won't do that again, okay? You remember what happened last time. I couldn't bear almost losing you," he said solemnly.
"I understand. I won't let it happen again," I replied with a reassuring smile.
"Let's go, darling," he said sweetly but with a hoarse voice, sweeping me up into his arms and carrying me bridal-style to our bedroom.
As we settled into bed, I snuggled close to him, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment wash over me. Together, we drifted into a peaceful and loving slumber, leaving behind the worries of the night.
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Michael Jackson Imagines (re-imagine)
Fanfiction⚠️Grammatical Errors Fixed⚠️ (2017 book re-imagined) Short stories between you and Michael. Scenes are revised and additional chapters are published.
