Love At First Fight (Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

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"What you're not happy to see me?" He smiles, leaning against the door frame.

"How do you know where I live?" I ask, avoiding his question.

"Well, all I had to do is follow Miss Jackson from her office and she led me here," he smirks condescendingly, "Isn't that great?" He asks rhetorically.

"Adam, why are you here?" I sigh shakily, trying to hide my nerves.

"Well, you see, I thought we should get back together," he says, standing up straight, "We always had such a good time together. Why did we ever break up?" He says slowly, stepping into my house. I take a step back, breathing in through my nose.

"You know exactly why I ended things between us." I grit, glaring at him.

"If I recall correctly, I remember your father's men ending things between us. You didn't say shit," he laughs, not letting it reach his eyes, "Where are your bodyguards now? They're not here are they?" He grits as his dark features consume my being.

"No, they're not," a familiar voice says from behind him, "But I am, asshole, so I suggest you get the fuck off of her property and out of her life." Michael grits, as Adam turns look at him.

"You talking to me?" Adam chuckles, pressing a finger into his chest.

"The fuck I am. Now get the hell out of here before I beat your ass." Michael growls, stepping into Adam's face.

"You're gonna beat me up?" Adam scoffs, "I don't think so. You're a fucking twig, man." He smirks, pushing Michael by his chest. Michael shakes his head, starting to laugh, since Adam barely moved him, "What's so funny?" Adam says slowly. Michael looks up slowly to glare at Adam before he swings his fist and punches Adam in the face.

"Get the fuck out of here bastard!" Michael yells as Adam holds his cracked nose.

"The fuck is wrong with you?!" Adam shouts, swinging his fist to hit Michael unsuccessfully as Michael ducks the punch, before grabbing his arm and shoving him down my front steps. 

"Again, get the fuck out of here!" he yells, watching Adam stumbles across the front lawn.

"Fuck you," he spits, "I don't need this shit. Wait 'til you find out how fucking crazy that bitch is." he shouts, wiping his lip as Michael turns to me. 

"Michael," I croak, almost inaudibly as my bottom lip quivers. He steps inside, locking the door behind him before pulling me into his warm embrace, "Oh my god." I sob into his arms as we sink down to the floor. 

"It's okay, baby," he mutters in my hair, "I got you. He's gone." he comforts me, rubbing my back. He pushes me back a bit to look at my face and he wipes my tears away with his thumbs, "He didn't do anything to you before I got here, right?"

"No," I sniff, wiping my nose with the back of my hand, "Just brought back some bad memories." I sigh, standing from the ground and Michael stands immediately after.

"Can I get you anything?" he asks sincerely as I walk into the kitchen to get myself a glass of water.

"No," I sigh, filling a glass with tap water. Michael runs a hand over his curly hair as he sighs. 

"Why was he here?" he asks as I see the anger building back up in his eyes. 

"Fuck, I don't know," I sigh, placing the glass in the sink before leaning against the marble counter, "I haven't seen Adam for a year now. I didn't even know he knew where I worked." I sigh. 

"He knows where you work?" Michael grits as my eyes widen a bit at his anger. 

"Yeah... he followed Janet here to come see me." I say slowly. 

"Fuck!" Michael shouts, causing me to jump as he punches the wall. He pulls out his cellphone and dials a number, "Hello? Yeah," he says quickly, making arrangements with the person on the other end of the phone. After discussing Adam's appearance, he hangs up a couple minutes later and puts his phone on a table beside the couch. 

"Who was that?" I ask quietly as he walks into the kitchen to stand close to me. 

"Security at Jackson Inc." He mumbles, stepping closer to me, "I'm so sorry." he sighs as if it's his fault. 

"You didn't do anything," I smile wanly, wrapping my arms around his waist, pulling him closer to me. 

"I should've came earlier." he mumbles, caressing my face with his large hand, making my insides melt. 

"Janet was just here. I don't think it would've made a difference," I say, trying to make him feel better about the situation. 

"Why was Janet here?" he asks, looking into my eyes.

"Because I told her when I was landing while I was on the plane, so she just showed up here. I didn't even invite her over." I smirk as Michael pulls me into a hug, letting me press my cheek against his firm chest. 

"Oh Janet," he chuckles as the vibrations of his voice run through my body. 

"Do you mind staying here tonight?" I ask, looking up at him with wide eyes. He makes a funny face, causing me to giggle. 

"Are you kidding me? You don't even have to ask!" he exclaims, whisking me into his arms. I let out a loud laugh as he carries me over to the couch, laying me down, "I thought you were going to try and kick me out again." he smiles, lifting my feet to sit under them. He drapes my legs over his lap and places his hand on my shin. 

"Oh shut up," I smile, leaning against the arm of the couch, "Why did you come over here anyways?" I smirk, arching a brow at him. He smiles, looking down at my feet before taking one in his hand and starting to massage it. 

Fuck that feels good. 

"What, you're not glad I came?" he chuckles as I feel my body relax. 

"No, I'm actually relieved that you came," I sigh, tilting my head back, "I just want to know what made you come over here." I mumble as he massages my feet into bliss.

"I wanted to come over to see if you were back yet," he smiles at me before starting to massage my other foot, "And I was going to see if I could convince you to have dinner with me." he says, lowering his eyes as he looks to me. 

"What? You think I wouldn't have dinner with you?" I scoff, suppressing a smile. 

"Well, you are a tough case," he says jokingly, recalling the conversation him and my mother had, "How was your flight back?" he asks with care. 

"Oh, not great," I roll my eyes, "I was in between two guys who were not the best company." I sigh, annoyed with the past experience.

"What happened?" Michael says lowly, as his jaw shifts.

"One of them was hitting on me and the other used me as a pillow." I smirk, not letting it reach my eyes. Michael, however does not find it funny. In fact his eyes go angry and he shakes his head. 

"I should've stayed with you," he mutters, looking down at my feet, "Did he try to touch you?" he says angrily. I shake my head, reaching forward to put my hand over his. 

"You don't have to get upset, Michael. It's over now." I smile as my touch relieves some of his anger. 

"Okay," he sighs, "But next time we're taking my jet." he smiles as I roll my eyes. 

What am I going to do with this man?