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♡A Lucky Turn Of Events|Part Two♡

"You'll...pay for my company?" you raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," Michael shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants.

"I...don't think that would be right," you frowned a little. "Paying for my company hardly seems worth it,"

"You seem like a nice person, and you're extremely intelligent," he laughed a little. "And I'd like to spend time with you,"

You stared at the man as if he were crazy. Sure, you admired him - but now, he was offering you a proposal that seemed bizarre.

"I...I don't think that would...be right," you shook your head, still in shock. "I mean...paying me to keep you company, I could just spend time with you, and get to know you," you broke into a small smile. "Free of charge,"

"You want to spend time with me?" his eyes widened slightly.

"Yes," you chuckled. "Is that so hard to believe?"

"N-No...I mean...I just..." he trailed off. "A lot of people that I've come across are....liars, and traitors," he inhaled deeply. "And despite the fact that I barely know you, you seem very genuine,"

A small blush rose to your cheeks, but you quickly shook your head, trying not to let your emotions become obvious.

You wanted to say something, but you decided to be quiet, glancing at your wrist watch. It was three in the morning, and you needed to get home.

"I should go," you smiled a little, looking up at Michael.

"Uh, I can drop you," he offered. "If you're okay with that,"

"That sounds wonderful," you smiled. "Thank you,"

~•♡•~

As the car pulled up at your house, Michael turned to face you. Since Bill, his head of security, was driving - he didn't necessarily have to concentrate on the road. He was happy to focus on you completely.

"Thank you," you breathed as Michael focused on your lovely eyes. "For everything,"

"You don't need to thank me," he chuckled. "I should be the one thanking you," he grinned. A moment passed before his eyes widened slightly. "Ah, I just remembered...I don't have your number,"

"Oh, yeah!" you laughed. "Do you happen to have a pen and paper?"

The partition rolled down, and Bill handed a small piece of paper to Michael, along with a pen.

"Thanks, Bill," Michael giggled.

"No problem," he tipped his hat before the partition rolled up again.

Michael handed the items to you, and you took them - quickly scribbling down your phone number.

"I'll look forward to your call," you smiled shyly, handing the paper and pen back to Michael.

"I'll be sure to do so," he smiled shyly before leaning over to kiss your cheek. You blushed whilst getting out of the car, and once the door was shut - you let out a sigh of relief. The car drove off, and you turned around - running up to your front door. Opening it, you rushed inside with a squeal.

"Oh my God!" you giggled as you shut the door. "Oh my God!" you couldn't believe that this was happening. Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, wanted your company. "I can't believe this," you ran your fingers through your hair. "I can't believe it!"