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

♡The Ride♡

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✽SET IN THE HISTORY ERA✽

•MODERN AU•

|1995|

You awoke to the sound of your alarm clock, ringing loudly. Groaning, you slammed your hand over the device, bringing all sounds to an abrupt stop. You opened your eyes and sat up slowly. The time was seven in the morning, and when you saw this - you let out a breath. Work started at nine, and it was time for you to start getting yourself organized.

Now, your job was like no other. You worked as a personal assistant to one of the biggest names in the music industry, Michael Jackson. He was a smart, and talented man - a figure that everyone looked up to, including you. You had been working for this man for about a year now, and you had grown very close to him. He shared his thoughts with you constantly, and you had always been there for him.

Whilst working with him, you had eventually developed feelings for the man, and under any other circumstances, it would have been alright. The problem at present moment, was that he was married to  woman named Lisa Marie Presley.

He was married, and that meant that his loyalty rested with someone that was not you. You were confident that you loved the man, but you kept your feelings hidden. He could never know of them, and neither could Lisa. Your emotions would have to remain hidden.

Aside from the obvious situation, you loved your job. You loved helping people, and you liked learning new things. Your job was very educational, and you would not have had it any other way.

You got up from the bed, and your satin night dress fell to your knees. You walked to the bathroom, which door was open, and entered - pushing the aforementioned shut. Moving to the sink, you leaned over the granite counter, and stared at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were tired, and your face was dry. Turning on the tap, you gathered some water in your hands, and splashed it on your face - waking you up in the process because the water was cold.

Now that you were awake, you took another look at yourself in the mirror. It was time to get ready.

Lord, give me strength for the day.

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You had driven to work, and you were feeling rather happy. You had on a navy blue dress that you liked, and you looked good in it. You had just gotten out of your car, and you had your hand bag over your shoulder. The sun was out, and the day was beautiful. As you walked up to the house, you spotted Lisa - conversing with one of the maids.

You made a face as if you had tasted something sour when you saw Lisa. You had to admit, you did not like her very much. She didn't have respect for the people around her, especially for the help. She could be very mean when she wanted to be, and it annoyed you to the highest degree.

"Now get going," Lisa gestured for the maid to walk away from her. You watched the poor girl walk away as you made your way up to the front entrance of the house, where the witch, as you considered her, was standing. "(Y/N)," she forced a smile when she saw you. She scanned your form, and it was clear that she had something against you. Perhaps she was jealous. "You look...nice," she laughed a fake laugh.

"Thank you," you smiled a fake smile.

"Perhaps you should wear something a little more...modest, next time," she remarked.