Exposed || MJ/Prince

Exposed || Chapter 31

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1984 - Undisclosed Location

Brenda

Michael didn't even want to leave my side for one press conference and last-minute rehearsals that day.

This evening, I'd see Michael perform with his brothers onstage again.

"No. You have to go. Now." In between the constant requests for this man to walk out of my hotel room, Mike wouldn't stop kissing me.

We stood in the front living area of my suite, still enamored. I couldn't even stop for us to breathe again.

His palms hugged my waist, traveling further to nearly squeezed my backside.

"I love you, girl." Michael finally stopped the kissing to hold my face with one hand.

I nodded just before touching his lips with mine again. Silence captured the room once more.

"I love you, too." I smiled against his lips. No one could tell me that I didn't love this man.

"Okay. I'll go now. Behave while I'm gone, though." Michael stepped back to give us space and turned around to open the front door.

"No promises." I winked. Michael nearly turned around to kiss me again, but I kicked him out with laughter.

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"Victory Tour"

Tonight, I  danced in the confining wings. A shaping but comfortable black dress curved my figure.

Even that absolutely required backstage pass draped right around my neck, swinging to these pulsed rhythms.

At this point, Janet and I couldn't stop singing along to "Let's Get Serious" by Jermaine.

My hips now swayed back and forth with those loud and quick bass guitar grooves as I turned around, snapping my fingers.

"Glad you could see us." Janet reminded me. I nodded while placing my ear toward her words.

"No problem. They're really grooving tonight." I grinned and  shouted back without screaming over the musical noise too much.

"So, how's everything with you Mike?" Janet winked. I rolled my eyes, but smiled once more.

Janet and I calmed down dancing  to catch breaths when Jermaine started up "Dynamite."  I couldn't groove anymore. At least not yet.

"We're fine. He invited me to the concert, but I'm flying out tomorrow." I nodded. The fast paced music continued pumping underneath my heels. 

"Can I talk to you about that?" In that moment, Janet folded both arms and faced me with this disapproving smirk.

"Sure. What's wrong?" My eyes quickly narrowed towards her. I didn't know what to think.

"Mike talked to me on the phone last night before you flew in from California and he's upset because you never stay around him longer than weekends at the most. After the American Music Awards, you left him in the morning. After the  Grammy ceremony, you left him. Why don't you spend more time with him?" Janet voiced details I never even realized.

"We're both busy, Jan. It's not like I don't care about Michael. Believe me. I just don't want to get in his way if I'm not required to be around. There's too much going on." I tried my best to clear up any confusion.

"Are you sure there isn't more to this? Michael even told me that he saw something about Prince in the papers not too long ago." Janet whispered to me at this point, despite this otherwise  blasting music.

"What did he say during the interview?" I could've easily dropped my jaw by now. Janet quickly  shook her head before long.

"He misses you." Janet hesitated at first. My heart shattered, but I immediately realized something else altogether.

That's why Michael acted clingy this morning. He wants control over me so I don't have reasons to possibly leave and return to Prince. My thoughts raced.

"Too bad." I turned my head away from Janet and brushed off this dress before standing up again.

"Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming" started rocking toward my ears.

Throughout his performance with Jermaine, Michael turned his glare between the audience and offstage.

I understood why now.

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After the gig, Michael still refused to leave me alone.

Even his brothers noticed the tension between us as he held my hand leaving the roaring concert venue.

We ended up talking in the back of his limousine and I couldn't even smoke with open windows to deal with stress.

Sure enough, this magazine rested on my lap within seconds of me closing the door.

"Turn to page thirteen or something like that, girl." Michael lowered his voice. My eyes narrowed once more.

"Despite the massive success of his film and soundtrack "Purple Rain", superstar Prince confesses that loneliness and heartbreak shadow his otherwise wild and sexy adventures. But out of every woman he's ever met, former Brenda "Monty" Hughes left the biggest impression."

Photographs of Skipper and me from last year highlighted the news article. Smiles never even faded.

For Michael and me, our chauffeur wouldn't even play music on his radio. A lump formed in my throat before long.

Once again, I didn't know what to think. Awkward silence filled the space between us as we crawled with traffic.

Michael couldn't even face me now. My heart dropped for the umpteenth time. 

Journalist: "Have you spoken to "Monty" recently?"

Prince Rogers Nelson: "No. I really want to see her again in person, but it's impossible now."

Journalist: "Why? It's not like she's on lockdown because of Michael Jackson. Just pick up the telephone and talk to her personally, Prince."

Prince Rogers Nelson: "Then I guess you don't know Mike at all."