Painful Happiness ( A Michael Jackson Fanfic)

chapter 5

Journie

I woke up the next morning with a pounding head ache and I was also on a couch that wasn't mine. I popped up and searched my surroundings. This house was beautiful, but I was not mine. Where the hell am I?

"Hello?" I called out. I had to get out of here. I don't know what the hell happened last night but I really don't wanna stick around to find out. I ran to find the front door. When I found it, I was about to run out until I heard some call my name.

"Journie?" I turned and saw the sexiest man I have ever seen....with no shirt on. Did I hit that last night? Go Journie!

"Do I know you?" I asked him just to make sure this guy wasn't the butler or something.

"I'm Michael. You got really drunk at the club last night and as an officer, it's my job to serve and protect. I couldn't let you drive." he said. mmmm that voice. Wait a cop? Hell no.

"Why didn't my friend come get me?" I asked.

"Oh she was drunk out of her ass and the guy she was with was also so I let you stay here." that was nice of him but nobody is that nice without a price, so I had to ask the big question.

"Did we have sex?" I just laid it out. He looked at me for a second. I couldn't read his expression.

"No we didn't." he said. I was relieved yet disappointed at the same time. I could have hit that. Why didn't I hit that? If I hit it now, will I be judged? Na! I just need to get the hell out of here.

"Well, thanks for being so considerate. I'm gonna go now. I'm pretty sure my car is still at that club soooo.....yeah bye." I said rushing to the front door.

"Wait, would you like some breakfast, or something? I know you must be hungry." he yelled. It was tempting, but I don't know this man nor do I want to.

"Um no thanks, I really need to get going."

"How about, you change clothes first, then I'll take you to your car?" he asked. I looked down at myself and saw that I was wearing a big shirt. I felt nervous all of a sudden. How did I get in this?

"Ok, um..where is my dress?" I asked. He ran out the room and came back with my freshly washed and dried dress. Also cleaned were my bra and panties....which I just now felt I wasn't wearing.

"I hope you don't mind but I changed you into something more comfortable." he said. So he saw me naked? Oh gosh the embarrassment. I didn't even want to know.

"Thanks. Can I go change somewhere?"

"Yeah, um you can change in my room down the hell to the right." he said. Damn he was fine. A little too fine though. Too fine to be single. I walked into the room, locked the door and took off the shirt, but not before I sniffed it. It had a manly scent on it. Mmmm it smelled good. I turned to put my underwear on only to be met with a giant portrait that almost made me have a heart attack.