❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

❤Don't Say You Love Me❤

You.

I sat on the large hotel bed, watching the television screen intently. Michael Jackson was dancing on stage, as usual - creating the sort of magic that he only himself could do. Watching him live on television was wonderful, I'd have bet all my money that watching in person was far more invigorating. Nevertheless, I was waiting patiently in his hotel room for him to return.

In case I hadn't mentioned, I worked with Michael - and not the sort of conventional job one would imagine. I wasn't a backup dancer or singer, nor was I his secretary - nope; I was his mistress.

A private callgirl, if you will. Don't ask why, it was what it was. I traveled to various continents with him - witnessing the beauty and diversity of cultures all around the world, and when he was finished with a concert, he'd spend the evening with me.

Now, the entire arrangement was completely professional. No emotions, and no personal matters were to integrate with the service I provided, however, as of late...I'd seemed to be failing on my end.

I'd begun to fall in love with Michael after five months of working for him - and I couldn't stop it.

I wish I could've, but I couldn't.

It was just too much. But tonight...I was planning to reveal just how I had been feeling for him. Maybe a little communication was all we needed, right?

Suddenly, the hotel door opened and I immediately turned the television off - sitting up straight. Michael walked in, shutting the door tiredly and dabbing his sweaty body with a white hand towel.

My heart skipped several beats. He was so handsome.

"Hi," I smiled softly as his eyes moved to meet mine. "Crazy show, huh?" I laughed a little.

He said nothing, shrugging a little before walking over to the closet. Silence prevailed as his retrieved a set of fresh clothes, subsequently moving to shut the closet. Once he'd done that, he walked over to the bathroom area.

"I'm going to freshen up," he said lowly, and I nodded.

Michael had always been rather dismissive with me, mainly because my job was nothing more than to provide him with sexual pleasure. But then again, sometimes, his demeanor did hurt me.

However, I was going to confess my feelings. Maybe that would change everything. I was so unsure.

I heard him walk into the bathroom, kicking the door shut. My heart was pounding and my head was spinning slightly.

How is he going to react? What if he throws me out? No, he couldn't do that.

Was there a possibility that he may have liked me back? If there was, I wouldn't know because he was so darn mysterious.

After every sexual encounter of ours, he'd get dressed again and leave. He had never had a decent conversation with me after our physical activities.

My thoughts all came to a stop when I heard the bathroom door open again, and the sound of the light switch flicking. He'd turned off the bathroom light and walked out into the bedroom.

My eyes met his, and he could instantly tell I was troubled.

"What's wrong?" he frowned a little, moving over to sit down on the mini sofa. I cleared my throat nervously and got off of the bed, standing up straight.

I was going to do it.

"Michael....I..." I trailed off tentatively. His eyes focused on me and I continued. "I need to tell you something, but it's quite serious...and sensitive,"

Michael nodded momentarily, encouraging me to continue.

"You see...we've been...sharing physical intimacy with each other for about five months now...and in that time.." I gulped. "I've..somewhat...developed feelings for you,"

"Feelings?" he raised an eyebrow. "Like...what kind?"

"Intimate ones," I murmured. "I...really..think I've fallen in love with you,"

"Woah woah woah," he said sternly, standing up straight. "(Y/N)..what the hell?" he scrunched his face up.

My heart sank and I became a whole lot more nervous.

"W-what?" I whispered.

"We agreed on...no emotions," he pursed his lips.

"Yes but-"

"God!" he shook his head. "You ended up just like the rest!"

"Michael!" you scoffed in shock.

"So what? You think you're in love with me?" he seemed to be mocking me slightly. "(Y/N), all we do is have sex. We don't even know each other," he breathed. "I don't know what you want me to say.." he shook his head. "That I love you?"

My shoulders fell and my heart shattered. Michael's expression remained skeptical as I began to cry silently.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)," he frowned sympathetically. "I....I don't feel for you the way you feel for me," he swallowed.

I let out a breath, and a loud sob escaped my lips.

"I'm...really sorry," he sympathized.

But my mind was far too clouded. I was devastated. Mortified.

Of course he didn't love me back, why on earth would he?!

I shook my head as he approached me, rushing out of the hotel room. Michael followed quickly, calling my name. It turned into a race. I dashed down the hotel corridor as Michael tried to catch me.

The elevator came into sight and I pressed the button, rushing in. It was empty and just as the doors shut, I turned around to see the face of Michael disappearing behind to metal doors coming together.

At that moment, I leaned back against the wall of the elevator and began to sob.

Oh God, what have I done?!

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I know it sucked and made no sense but.. meh.
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Isha❤
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