Exposed || MJ/Prince

Exposed || Chapter 70

Author's Note: Back to reality with Tatiana. Please find some popcorn and enjoy! vickiwaitingx JLC319 thedprojects amoniquebee ToniJones232 LesaG777

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1988 - "Leave Me Alone" Shoot

Tatiana

Michael invited me to the set of his brilliant short film and never realized that I leaked those personal stories to the press.

Weeks from now, we'd collaborate  again during the Grammy ceremony and that  second leg of his remarkable "Bad" Tour. I honestly couldn't wait for the pandemonium.

At least Jackson wouldn't constantly think about the dreaded mother of his child.

Regardless of that  precious daughter, I still knew that Brenda Michelle was a selfish bitch.

During one final lunch break for the day, I scooted off the soundstage and walked over to one of these catering buffet setups.

Crew members packed the area, gathering delicious choices. I smiled for all, strolling towards one of the only vacant tables.

Oh, my goodness! Hey, little Mama." Michael beamed out loud across this vast room for some reason. 

Just when I planned to dig in, my fork dropped onto the table. I didn't know whether to smile brightly or drop my jaw from shock.

Everyone on set swooned from happiness while Michael lifted little Nikki out of Brenda's arms. Two assumed nannies stood nearby just in case.

"We'll only be around for a little while. I just wanted to let you see her before things became too noisy over here." Brenda folded both arms while watching Michael carry Nikki on his hip.

"That's absolutely fine." Michael beamed once more. I couldn't even help smiling when kissed all over little Nikki's face. Baby cackles echoed in all directions.

"Who's that, Princess? Is that Daddy?" Brenda amusingly dropped her jaw while glancing between Michael and that little angel.

To be honest, I held onto my heart, still swooning for a moment. Michael carefully gripped his daughter's tiny finger while still carrying her.

I wouldn't even dare to break up this sweet encounter. Brenda continued grinning with the nannies.

I can't tell these two about my media leak. Not yet. I thought to myself without hesitation.

Michael carried little Nikki around the set on his until her sweet brown eyes closed for sleep.

Beforehand, Princess Nikki  pointed to everything and everyone. Including the amusement park set-up and Michael's chimp, Bubbles.

Jackson then kissed the top of her forehead before carefully lifting her out of his arms.

"Say bye bye to Daddy." Brenda hushed to the sleeping baby. I watched, allowing my heart to flutter again.

"Bye, Princess. Daddy loves you so much. See you later." Jackson cooed this time. Brenda sweetly whispered to her daughter as well.

I could only imagine what Prince thought of this absolutely  complicated scenario.

That man  must've planned divorce from her soon in one way or another. Again, regardless of the precious baby.

Like I've said, Michael and Brenda should've married years ago and left Prince to continue his bachelor life.

"All right, everyone. Nicole was absolutely adorable, but you know the rules. Don't speak  to the press about this. Now, back to work." The director shouted into his megaphone. 

Brenda already exited with her baby girl and two nannies at this point.

When she left sight, everyone seemed to mumble in the name of swooning once more.

"Tatiana, can I speak with you for a second in private?" Michael glanced over his shoulder towards me and I quickly followed, hurrying my boots along the floor.

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We sat in this trailer completely alone. I didn't even know what to think as Michael paced the carpeted floor. My heart pounded with every passing thought.

Did he actually realize that I leaked those personal stories? Finally? I thought to myself once more.

"My manager Frank noticed your reaction when Brenda was here earlier. I'm sorry, but what's the problem?" Jackson folded both arms, narrowing his eyes.

Silence filled the compact but luxurious room. A lump even formed in my throat at this point.

Shit! He knows it it was me. I thought to myself for the umpteenth time now.

"Nothing's wrong. I just wasn't expecting her and the baby to be around." I lied. Anything to make his face stop scrunching up.

But it didn't work.

Jackson only rubbed his chin for a moment before speaking again. My heart ached by now.

"Did? Do you know anything about those stories in the press? I'm very sensitive with my personal life. Especially right now." Michael lowered his voice.

I completely understood the frustration, but wouldn't give any form of truth. Not yet.

"No, absolutely not." I lied, shaking my head. Silence fell between us once more.

Michael plopped into a loveseat across the room, sighing out loud. Another lump formed in my throat before long.

Telling him what I actually discovered would've absolutely ruined my chances for collaborating. There was no other choice.

Goodbye, Bad Tour.

This man would probably never look at me the same way again. I just knew so much better than to open my mouth right now.

"If you find out anything, please let me know immediately. We're gonna sue the hell out of whoever did it." Jackson removed his hat, clenching teeth. 

Michael  had turned completely red. I'd always remember the expression on his face. Even looking back now.

"I will." My heart shattered all over again. The silence returned one last time. I still didn't know what to think.

I quickly walked out of the trailer and  before almost crying in that otherwise vacant parking lot.