❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

♥Stupid(Bad Era)♥

Your eyes flutter open and you gasp at the sight in front of you. You sit up quickly and realize that you're in bed with Michael Jackson. You look at yourself and realize that you're completely unclothed - you slap your forehead in frustration, slowly becoming aware of the situation. Your eyes begin to tear up and you eye Michael to ensure that he's still fast asleep.

"Stupid..stupid," you mutter quietly as the tears stream lightly down your face, "How could you?" you whisper to yourself as you recall the events of the previous night.

Michael Jackson was your boss. You were his personal assistant. He trusted you and you trusted him. It was nothing more - it should've been nothing more than that. It wasn't anything more until he'd arrived home late, drunk as ever.

You sigh inwardly as you remember yourself leading him into his bedroom and attempting to get him to go to sleep. He'd been clutching onto your waist, saying over and over how much he'd loved you and how much he'd desperately wanted to show you. You knew fully well that he was drunk so you'd denied him - telling him to get some rest.

Somewhere along that line, you lost your self control and gave into him. You were so disappointed with yourself. Not because you'd let your boss have his way with you - but because he was your first and you'd promised yourself you would wait until marriage.

You get up quickly and throw your clothes on quietly as you continue to look at Michael - just to make sure he hasn't woken up yet. You walk into the bathroom and stare at your reflection with utter distaste. You shake your head as you run your fingers through your soft hair. You were extremely disappointed with yourself and you didn't think you'd ever be able to forgive your soul for what you'd done.

Turning around swiftly, you walk out of the bathroom but stop dead in your tracks when you spot Michael sitting in his bed, looking at you. From the top half of his body you can tell that he's still unclothed, but the lower half of his body is under the sheets - which you are quite grateful for at present moment.

"What?..." Michael trails off when he sees you, "Did we?" his eyes widen.

"You don't remember?" you choke out. You want the ground to swallow you up as you come to the realization that he doesn't even remember the previous night. How much worse could this get?

"No- I, " he sighs as he shakes his head. You take this as an opportunity to do what you feel is the best possible solution.

"No, we didn't," you shrug as you lie through your teeth.

"Then why am I naked?" he questions like a little boy - far from his nature the night before. 

"You were drunk last night," you shift your eyes nervously as you mentally conjure up an excuse, "And you had alcohol all over your clothes, so I undressed you," you explain.

"Oh...wait, you undressed me?" his expression turns into a shocked one.

"I mean, yeah...I just took of your shirt for you...you managed to do the rest," you clear your throat uncomfortably. 

"Ah," he nods slowly as he begins to comprehend what you're saying. "And...if I may ask, what are you doing here?" he asks gently. "I don't mean to be rude but...why do you look like you've just woken up?" he raises an eyebrow.

"I slept here," you look at the floor and the continue, "You seemed really drunk last night so I slept on the floor...just to make sure you wouldn't get too sick," you nod quickly, as if agreeing inwardly that you were on the right track.

"Oh," he smiles gratefully, "Thank you," he chuckles. "I probably shouldn't have agreed to go out with the boys," he says shyly as he smiles.

"Yeah," you grin awkwardly, "Um, yeah, so I should probably get to my room and get organized. We've got a long day ahead of us," you say, faking a cheerful tone as you exit the room. You were a live-in assistant so your room was just a few doors down.