Exposed || MJ/Prince

Exposed || Chapter 65

Author's Note: vickiwaitingx dsversatilewrites JLC319 amoniquebee ToniJones232 LesaG777

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1987 - California

Tatiana

The insider even gave me this
videotape I hadn't seen before. Apparently, this was old footage of Michael and Brenda on a date.

I smiled, but actually pondered whether or not coming foward with this evidence would be a good idea.

At home that night, I sat up against the pillows of my bed watching.

After that television screen flickered with static, I watched with piqued interest.

The bottom corner of my screen read 1984. Cameras gathered outside the entrance of a nightclub.

Once footage  panned away from paparazzi, I noticed Michael and Brenda standing together  on the red carpet.

Michael sported his trademark Aviators. As usual, his outfit shimmered and turned heads.

Brenda once again failed to look sexy and wore this terribly low-cut black jumpsuit.

A curly lion mane swooped right  across her forehead. Black lipstick painted the frown on her face.

All the while, Jackson couldn't stop grinning or flirting. Paparazzi shouted or wolf whistled as Michael stepped closer to his "woman."

The biggest whore in entertainment.

I nearly gagged after quickly  remembering their irony now. It was only a matter of time before Brenda would eventually marry someone else.

Prince.

Still, these two somehow looked good together onscreen. My eyes then narrowed in the name of confusion as Michael seemingly whispered. Brenda Michelle blushed in response before long.

In that moment, Michael led Brenda into this nightclub by the small of her back.

Anger coursed through my veins when Michael then slyly placed his hand near her rump.

"Yeah, Michael!" One cameraman noticed almost immediately. I even laughed to myself. Despite the jealousy.

Footage then cut to show Michael and Brenda together on the dance floor. "Ain't Nobody" by Chaka Khan blasted in all directions.

I nodded along with the music time and time again. Onscreen, Michael already spun Brenda into his arms and held her from behind.

Jackson crooned with the lyrics  as his face nearly buried into her neck. These two swayed together, lost in their own world.

My jaw almost dropped while  observing.

Michael must've been drinking or something long before this point. There was absolutely no way that Jackson would do this to ladies while somber.

I couldn't even kiss the man on set for a love song music video. All I received involved hugging.

Captured effortlessly.
That's the way it was.
It happened so naturally.
I did not know it was love...

I didn't even know what to think anymore. My head lowered in shame as I remembered the   Prince wedding that shook up entertainment outlets.

Yet, my entire point of this reveal would prove that Brenda Michelle never even deserved Jackson. At all. 

She would only break his heart years later.

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Brenda

"I already set up this defamation lawsuit. Patrice even said that nobody at her business was involved, either." I ranted to Prince on the telephone with my bedroom door closed.

"Any other suspects? My people are clean, too. Don't worry about them." Prince questioned before long.

"Good, Skip. Mike's here with my nannies by the way. They're all watching Sesame Street with Nikki in the living room." My fingers itched to hold a cigarette now, but I held back for obvious reasons.

Setting an example for my princess had been number one on my mind these days. There was no other choice.

"Aw. I just wanna fly back and see all of you. How's she doing, though?" Prince laughed to himself on the other line.

"She starts pointing to your pictures, then looks around really confused and starts crying. Sometimes I think she just knows when you and Michael aren't around. Get back here. Soon.

"One more day. I promise. Tell my sugarplum that everything will be okay." Prince vowed.

I looked at the golden wedding band on my finger and remembered just how amazing this man was.

"I love you." I whispered to my husband. Baby cackles echoed outside the bedroom door.

"I love you too, Monty." Prince Rogers Nelson could've given up on me years ago. I wanted to cry from gratefulness by now.

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"Sugarplum! Good morning, Nikki." That next morning, those elevator doors chimed open.  Suitcases rolled right in.

It wasn't long before the doors closed and my husband opened his arms. The nannies close by all greeted him with respect. No one questioned his joy.

Prince entered my living room. No more touring with "Sign O The Times." We could finally see each other again. I've never felt so happy, especially since Nikki loved him so much.

His  usually lowered voice perked up after Nikki crawled right towards him. Skipper then scooped my baby into this careful but loving embrace.

"Who's that? Is that Skipper? He's so happy to see you." I giggled to play with Nikki alongside the nannies.

Prince already carried my angel around the living room, kissing her chubby face.

These employees ended up sitting on the couch with me. My face couldn't even stop grinning at the moment.

I didn't even want to think about who could've spilled secrets to the press right now. The only people who mattered stood in this living room.

"I love you and Mommy so much." Prince told my princess for the umpteenth time. He then pointed back and forth between me and Nik, prompting more baby laughter.

Whoever plotted to ruin my life would never understand these  moments.