❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

♥Call(Bad Era)♥

You look at yet another article of Michael seemingly groping a girl inappropriately on-stage and sigh. 

"And he's at it again," you mutter to yourself as you throw the piece of paper onto the bedroom floor.

You and Michael had been wed three months ago, and now he was travelling and touring the globe in promotion of his 'Bad' album - without you.

He'd insisted that you stay home while the tour was in progress because he didn't want you to be drained out or getting sick, as the constant time zone changes and long hours were truly a force to be reckoned with. 

So, with a heavy heart, you had bid him goodbye when he left three months ago. 

He called you quite often, but not as often as you'd hoped. Understandably, he was extremely busy with rehearsals and performances so you didn't bug him too much about the separation.

However, what did bother you was the fact that he always seemed to be flirting with every female he had up on stage - whether it was a dancer or a duet singer.

Of course, you were aware that it was all for show but.....you were an insecure person so, you had your reasons.

He'd reassured you countless times that it was all professional and nothing more, but you couldn't help but feel uneasy each and every time you saw him on stage with a fellow female performer.

It was disturbing, to say the least.

You throw yourself back onto the large bed and exhale as you close your eyes.

He should be calling right about now. You think to yourself as you open your eyes and glance at your wrist watch.

You wait patiently for a few minutes before getting up from the bed and lazily making your way downstairs to the kitchen.

Maybe talking to Carol might help.

Carol was the housemaid and she had become like a mother to you ever since you'd married Michael. If she hadn't been around, you're convinced you would have gone insane already.

"Hey Carol," you smile as you enter the lavish kitchen, seeing Carol's back turned toward you as she works her motherly magic on the stove. "Something smells good,"

Carol turns around at your soft voice and smiles widely. 

"Mrs. Jackson," she smiles as she turns the heat on the stove down. "How can I help you?"

"How many times have I told you to call me (Y/N)," you fold your arms playfully as she chuckles. "Actually...I just need someone to talk to," you shrug as you make your way to one of stools placed near the cooking bench.

Carol frowns as she notices your disturbed state. She grabs a stool for herself and sets it down, sitting next to you.

"Tell me," she encourages you softly. "What's wrong?"

"It's Michael," you sigh and you see her nod. "I don't know but.....he seems to be flirting with every single girl he's on stage with..." you trail off. "I can't help but feel....weird about it,"

"Mrs. Ja-" you cut her off with a stern look and she giggles lightly. "(Y/N)," she says, correcting herself and you smile slightly. "I'm sure he's just acting....I mean, it's all a part of the performance, right?" 

"Yeah, that's what he tells me but...it's just so hard to keep that in mind when articles about him flirting with other girls are constantly being shoved in my face," you breathe.

"But they're not true," Carol reassures you. "You're his wife. I'm very sure he'll never do anything like that,"

"Yeah right," you mutter. "I mean, the last photo I saw..." you make a disgusted face. "He had his hand near her...." you shudder slightly and Carol giggles a little.