Replacement // ONE

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Waking up married feels amazing but when you're married to Michael Jackson, it's more than amazing!

When we cuddle at night once we're ready to sleep, he sometimes softly sings to me and it gets me relaxed and I fall asleep.

Resting on my side with Michael's front facing my back, his arm is draped over my waist pulling me into him.

I twizzle with my rings inspecting the bands and the diamonds.

Michael and I have been married for two weeks now and I don't get presented as, Tabitha King, I get represented or called, Tabitha Jackson!

Tabitha Rose Jackson...
Mrs Jackson...

Sounds like a dream come true!

I feel him stir behind me and I freeze not wanting to wake him but it does to opposite effect and he turns me onto my other side so I face him.

I keep my eyes shut and push my head into his chest and he chuckles softly in his very sexy morning voice.

"Are you gonna come today to The Way You Make Me Feel?" He asks and kisses my head and I groan wrapping my arms around his neck pulling him into me.

"What time?" I quietly ask and he kisses all over my face leaving tingles in every spot.

"Ten," He replies grabbing my chin and pecks my lips and I smile.

"That's too early. Sorry," I sigh snuggling into him and he moves the hair out of my face giving me an," Are you so sure about that?" Look and I groan-sob to then roll out of the bed And leave Mike in the bed biting his lip.

"Fine. I'll go."

I look down and realise my shirt is showing way way way too much of my cleavage but only the top of my breasts and I pull it up quickly getting gifted with a sob from Mike.

God. That boy can be VERY Naughty at times.

"I'm gonna go and have a shower," I turn on my heel and before I know it, I'm sorry in Michael's arms bridal style getting a squeak out of me in surprise and a little giggle after.

I wrap my hands over his neck and he walks us to the bathroom and sets me down tugging at my shirt and he lifts it over my head.

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Once I've dressed into my casual outfit for the day, I do my makeup then walk back into the bedroom and sit at the end of the bed reach over for my book on the bed side table and I feel a hand lightly slap my butt and I gasp.

"You scared the heck out of me!" I grab my book smirking and he's giggling.

I look up and down his outfit, black hat, red button up shirt, and black slacks.

(What He Looks like today)

"You look nice," I smile getting up from the bed walking around him inspecting his outfit and take his hat off of his head and place it on the bed

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"You look nice," I smile getting up from the bed walking around him inspecting his outfit and take his hat off of his head and place it on the bed.

"I love that you grew your hair out," I touch his hair at the back and then put the hat back on his head.

"All for you, Mrs Jackson," He winks and I catch my breath, he knows that I love being called that.

I bite my lip and pull his face into mine and kiss him.

Once I've released I smirk realising something.

"You've also grown taller a bit because now I have to stand on my tip toes to kiss you,"

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There are many reasons why I really didn't want to come today.

One. Because he's gawking at other chicks.
Two. He's gonna chase after another one whilst I watch whilst everyone thinks I'm okay with is.

Michael and I have arrived in the place where's it's being shot at. And I mean a real place...

There are trash cans, graffiti, rubbish. Everything you'd find in an alley way...

Bye right now, Frank isn't in a good mood with Tatiana.

"Mike! We have a problem," He rubs his hands through his hair trying to calm himself.

"Tatiana has just called in sick saying she's been up all night vomiting her brains out and we have no replacement," He groans and then looks at me, a smirk is placed on his face and his frown disappears.

"Tabitha. You can replace Tatiana? Could you?" He asks with plead in his eyes. I open my mouth and then shut it, I turn to Mike and he has a pleading look in his eyes too.

"Uhm. I don't know what to do?"

"You just walk around really sexy, swaying your lips whilst Michael walks after you trying to, you know, get you," He explains and I nod.

"Okay. I'll do it," I smile and I feel Mike kiss my head.

"Thank you so much Tabitha, I'll get the people to get your dress and do your makeup. KAYLA!" He yells and she appears from a room with a makeup brush in her hand.

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