Love At First Fight (Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

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"Michael, you really didn't have to do this." I sigh, resting my elbow against the window sill of the car.

"Yes I did... I owed you one for being such an ass in the lobby." He smirks. I look over to him, and he is already looking at me with those doe-like eyes of his. I smile, feeling shy for the first time and I tuck a piece of inky black hair around my ear.

"Thanks I guess." I sigh, crossing my legs. The limo comes to a stop, and I open my door to get out of the limo. Michael frowns at me as I smooth out my skirt while standing on the sidewalk.

"Why did you do that?" He asks. I smirk, furrowing my brows.

"Why did I do what?"

"Open the door... I could've done it for you." He says, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Umm... I don't-"

"It doesn't matter," He snaps, making me frown even deeper, "Let's go, lead me to your car." He demands. I scoff, folding my arms.

"If you think I'm leading you anywhere, you're wrong. I opened my own damn door because I can hold my own thank you very much!" I go off, starting to walk to my car.

"Clearly you can hold your own, I was just trying to be nice!" He shouts.

"Well maybe you should've thought of that before you were such an ass to be in the lobby this morning!"

"Oh please, forgive and forget! We talked for a few minutes and just from that you swore me off?!"

"May-be! But guess what, I don't give a shit about you anyways! You've been following me around all day! Did I ask for that?! No! I don't give a shit who you are, Mr. Big Shot Lawyer, but I don't need some jackass following me around because you want to get in my pants!"

"Oh please!" He scoffs, folding his arms, "I've not been trying to get in your pants!" He exclaims.

"Yeah right! You were eyeing me in the fucking lobby, and not to mention you called me sexy after your dumbass didn't hold the door for me!" I yell.

"Oh, so you're still mad about the door?! I apologized for that!" He tries, ignoring my statement.

"Yes I'm still mad, because you should always be polite and not hold the door for someone just because you're trying to be an asshole!"

"I'm not trying to be an asshole, I am an asshole!" I roll my eyes at his lame excuse.

"Whatever Michael, what-the-fuck-ever." I snarl.

"Yeah, whatever is right. I've been trying to be nice to you all day, and this is what I get in return?!" He growls.

"This is you being nice?!" My eyes widen with rage, "You don't just act like less of an asshole because you want a girl, Michael." I say, realizing how close we've gotten.

"How do you know I want you." He says in a soft tone as he stares down at my face.

"I don't know, it sure seems like it." I swallow, our chests heaving.

"Well I don't know... I don't know maybe I do." He sighs, a barrier lifting from behind his demeanour.

"Well I don't," I say, about to walk to my car, when Michael grabs my wrist and pulls me flush to his chest, and presses his lips onto mine. I respond quickly, as he moves his hands to my lower back. This keeps me safe from falling over, since he just whipped me backwards.

"Michael-" I try, as our tongues start to lace together. My mind rushes as his hands run over my curves. I feel his erection against my stomach, and that is enough of a wake up call for me.