❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤||𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠•𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒/𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹/❥

♡A Chance♡

~SET IN THE BAD ERA~

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You stared out of your bedroom window, looking at the skies. It was eight in the morning, and it looked as though it were about to rain. A small groan escaped your lips as you glanced at your wrist watch. You were supposed to be at work in an hour.

Stepping away from the window, you made your way to your closet - opening the doors and fetching your black coat. Once you had done this, you closed the closet doors, quickly slipping on the coat.

You loved your job, but you hated waking up early. You worked as a makeup artist for one of the most famous men in the world - Michael Jackson. He was the King of Pop - and you enjoyed working for him. However, the long hours were beginning to take its toll on you.

But then again, you lived by one motto.

No pain, no gain.

You needed the money, and the pay was good. You had also grown very close to the man, so that was a bonus.

In your bed, your boyfriend, James, groaned. He had spent the night with you, hence he was in your bedroom. You had been dating James for over a year now, and things seemed to be going smoothly.

You had to admit, you didn't love the man - but you didn't want to say anything, as you didn't want to hurt his feelings. As long as there were no arguments, you were fine.

"It's so early," James sighed, sitting up in bed. "Why are you awake?" he rubbed his eyes.

"Because, I've got work," you chuckled slightly.

"With Michael?" he furrowed his eyebrows. You knew that James was jealous of Michael, but his reason to do so was ridiculous. He reckoned that you were having an affair with Michael, which you weren't. "Great," he scoffed. "You seem to be spending an awful lot of time with him," he remarked.

"Because he's my boss, silly," you rolled your eyes. "I work as his makeup artist. Of course I need to be around him a lot,"

"I swear, I don't like him," he responded. "I know that he likes you,"

A small blush rose to your cheeks, but you quickly snapped out of it.

"And you seem like you like him too," James shook his head.

The truth was, you liked Michael - a lot. But you reckoned that you weren't his type - so you didn't want to go chasing pavements.

You had a boyfriend, and you were determined to remain loyal to James, even if your heart may have been with Michael.

Michael was a charmer, and a flirt. There was no guarantee that you were the only girl that he liked.

"I like him because he's my employer," you set your hands on your hips, keeping your eyes on James. "Nothing more," you knew that you were lying.

"Are you sure?" James got up from the bed, quickly throwing on his clothes that had previously been scattered across the floor. "Please don't lie to me," he walked up to you.

"Just...leave it," you patted his shoulder. "You're my boyfriend, and I shall say nothing more," you let your hand fall to your side. "Now, I'd better get going, or I'll be late,"

•⊱♡⊰•

"Good morning!" Karen exclaimed as you walked into the studio, a bright smile on your face. Michael was practising a series of dance moves in front of the wall to wall mirror when you walked in. "(Y/N), you look extra pretty today," she wiggled her eyebrows as you took off your coat, hanging it over one of the chairs nearby.