Quench My Desire

Michael who is she?

I woke up the next morning with no Michael by my side. I walked around the house and called his name. No answer.

"Miss Sofia,"

Stacey, his maid, called my name

"Yes Stacey?"

"Mr. Jackson wanted me to give you this letter"

"Thanks Stacey"

"No problem. Do you need anything?"

"Oh no I'm fine. Don't trouble yourself. take a break. You've worked enough today."

"Oh no no no no no, I can't do that. I have to work or Mr. Jackson will be very upset."

"I'm sure he won't..trust me, he won't be upset I'll handle everything. Go on take a break"

She reluctantly nodded and I opened the letter and read it:

Dear baby,

Just wanted to let you know that I'm at the recording studio recording speechless: the song I wrote for you. Anyways I'll be home around 9:00pm, I hope Mikey jr can get a piece of his cake, because he sure does have a sweet tooth today. Make sure you ice kitty cake and relax. I'll be there before you know it.

~Michael

P.s. Deep inside your love is what I want to be forever baby. I love you forever and always.

God...what am I going to do with him. I giggled to myself and went back upstairs and did my morning routine.

Awe yeah, and did I tell y'all what Michael use the shaver for? he used it to try to shave my butt.

I know right.. weird. He said he wanted to 'experiment' something. I have no idea why I let him do dumb things to my body. He is crazy haha. This was our convo:

"Babe how come your butt is hairless and mines not, I mean I have a little hair on it and you are as bold as the palm of my hand."

"Michael that's ridiculous. I've never seen hair on your ass"

"See for yourself"

He stood up and showed me his ass. Weird right but anyone would die to see Michael's ass I mean am I right? or am I right?

"Oh my god you're such a drama king Michael. You don't even have hair on your ass"

"Watch your mouth and yes I do. Look closely"

"If I can't see it from here how can you see it?"

"It's called when I'm taking a shower I feel it"

"Michael I don't see anything, I mean I'm so close to your ass that I can kiss it.. literally and I still don't see anything"

"You have to put your face on my butt cheek. You can feel it better if it's on your lips."

"Ok"

I kissed his ass literally and he laughed and pulled his pants up

"What's funny Michael?"

"You kissed my ass hahahahah"

"Oh god Michael that's mean. Ugh I can't stand you"

"Yet you love me hahaha."

"Ugh kiss my ass you dimwit"

"Gladly. Turn over and I'll kiss it. Would that make you feel better big baby?"

"It actually wood rosy cheeks"

He kissed my ass and I laughed. I'm very ticklish. Everywhere.

Anyways so after all of the ass kissing and stuff we played hide-n-seek. We were basically being childish.

After my morning routine and forgetting to eat breakfast I decided to have lunch with Michael.

I got into my car and drove to Bella's house to ask LaVelle where exactly what studio he was at.

**

I knocked on the door and Bella answered it.

"Hey Bella."

"Hey. You are glowing girl."

"Am I really?"

"Yes. What or who made you glow like this. Damn you're blinding me. Just kidding but I know you're hiding something"

"Me.." I point to myself "hiding something. Noo. But can I ask you a question?"

"Sure. Spill"

"When you first had sex was your, you know.. va-jay-jay red and swollen and hurted?"

"Oh my god!"

"What"

"You did not have sex with Michael did you?"

"Well technically we didn't have sex. We made love"

"Oh my god girl. Get in this house and tell me everything that happened and don't leave not one detail out except how he looked cuz I don't wanna know that much"

Oh god here we go. I walked in the house and explains to her what all happen.

Apparently she didn't want to know just that she kept on asking questions it felt like I was in there for hours.

Actually now that I think about it...I WAS!!

She finally let me go and told me where exactly Michael was recording at and I arrived way after lunch.

It was about 7:39pm when I arrived at the studio. Thanks to Bella I'm freaking starving now ugh. Damn this shit I'm fucking starving.

I walked into the studio and went to the front desk.

"Hello. I'm Sofia Anderson, I'm here to see Michael Jackson. Is it alright if I go back there?"

"Umm yes go right ahead. Fifth door to your right, you can't miss it it."

"Ok thanks a lot. See you later."

"See yah"

I walked down to the fifth door on my right and walked in. I seen a lady on a chair in front of Michael crying in his arms and they were talking.

She looked up at me and I looked at Michael he looked shocked and worried. His eyes widen once he came to reality and notice the expression on my face.

"Hello....am I interrupting something here?"

"Yes...um... I mean no...well not exactly.. she was just leavening."

"Michael who is she?"

I looked him in his eyes and he still once again looked worried. Now that I look into his eyes, it looks as if he was

Wait no. That's not right.

It looks as if he was crying?