Love At First Fight (Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

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My body stirs, as flashes from last night run through my mind. 

That was fucking great. 

My eyes flutter open and I'm greeted by the swirly patterns on the ceiling, that I haven't noticed until right now. I sit up, looking for Michael, and he's not in this massive California king bed, making me wonder where he is. 

After I've gotten out of bed, and taken care of all my hygiene, I decided to go and look for Michael. 

The smell of bacon greets my nose as I walk down the long hallway of this massive beach house, and I no longer wonder where he is. 

"Hey babe," I smile as I watch Michael at the stovetop, looking as sexy as ever. 

"Hey sweetheart," he winks, over his shoulder, making my cheeks redden, "How'd you sleep?" he grins, knowing that I slept damn well. 

"It was the best sleep I've had in a long time," I sigh, taking a seat on one of the barstools at the island. 

"I wonder why," Michael smirks, making me grin like an idiot. 

"You know why," I giggle, resting my chin in my hand, as I watch Michael cook breakfast. Damn, he's so fucking sexy, "I also think it's because I've had Adam in the back of my mind." I sigh, shaking my head at the thought of him. Michael's jaw clenches, and he doesn't say a word in response, "I've just been holding onto the thought of him ever since he showed up at my house. I've always had him in the back of my mind, because of what he put me through, but I didn't realize how much the thought of him was affecting me until we got here." 

Michael turns the bacon and cracks an egg in a separate pan, still not saying a word to me. His brows furrow, in thought, and it's making me wonder who he's mad at. 

Me or Adam?

Who knows, Michael flips for the dumbest shit. He literally gets mad out of nowhere sometimes, and I hope it's not at me right now. I'm not trying to start an argument, I just thought he should know how I'm feeling. 

Michael walks over to the toaster and puts two slices of toast in, pressing down the knobs to start the toasting. 

"Can I help you with anything?" I ask timidly as I watch him turning back to watch the eggs. 

"No, I'm fine, thank you," he mumbles, brows still furrowed with thought. 

After a minute or so, he pops the toast, puts one on each plate, flips the eggs and starts to assemble breakfast for each of us. He pours two glasses of orange juice, placing one in front of me and the other on the other side of the counter, where I presume he's going to sit. 

"I didn't know that you still thought of Adam," he finally speaks, placing my breakfast in front of me. 

"I don't intentionally think of him," I murmur, the intoxicating smell of the dish filling my nostrils, "This looks fantastic, Michael." 

"No thoughts are intentional," he scrunches his nose, tapping his index ring against the glass of the orange juice. 

"It's not like I want to think about him, Michael," I scoff, folding my arms, "He put me through a lot, and he's in the back of my mind because he came to my house to try and attack me again. That's why I decided to move in with you in the first place." 

"But you didn't agree immediately, so maybe you want him to come looking for you," he says bluntly, raising a brow to finally make eye contact with me. 

"You're being ridiculous. Why would I want someone who abused me to come and look for me?" I raise my voice as Michael's face stays flat. 

"I don't know. I'm not in your head." he shrugs, pushing a piece of bacon with his fork.

"Oh, you're in my head alright. You are the only one I actually want in my head," I sigh, resting both of my elbows on the counter, "You are the only one who I accept in my head. Adam is just a thought. I have no idea what he's doing now, or if he even has intentions to come looking for me again, but I know that I don't want him in my head. He's just a thought that is in the back of my mind. He's there to scare me. That's all." I sigh, keeping my eyes down on the plate in front of me. 

Michael lets out a deep breath as I close my eyes, rubbing my temples in frustration. He can't really think that I actually want to think about Adam. 

"You hear about people who want to go back to people who abused them." he sighs, placing a piece of bacon in his mouth. 

"That's completely different," I mumble, shaking my head, "If that's how I felt, I would've gone back to him by now. If that's how I was, I would've gone back to him years ago," I sigh, keeping my eyes closed, "Before Adam showed up at my house, I hadn't seen him for two or three years. He wasn't relevant anymore, and he just showed up out of nowhere." 

"What would you have done if I hadn't shown up at your house?" Michael asks. 

"I honestly don't know," I sigh, looking up to his face to see that it has softened, "He might've hurt me, he might've taken me back to his place. Hell, maybe I would've knocked him out or hurt him and called the police to get him off of my property. Who knows," I shake my head at the thought of that night, "But you showing up was the biggest relief I'd ever felt." 

"Really?" he asks, sincerity in his tone.

"Definitely," I confirm. Michael sighs, standing from the stool and walking around the island to me. 

"I didn't want to tell you this," Michael says, spreading my legs to stand between them, "But I've had a group of men and women trying to find Adam so that he wouldn't be able to come near you again," he sighs, placing his hands on my thighs, "They found him, and are keeping a close eye on him. They've threatened him and all that, but I really think that you should get a restraining order against him." he explains, looking into my eyes. 

"Are you serious? You found Adam," I swallow, feeling a pang of nervousness in my stomach. I don't need him finding me through Michael again. 

"Yes, but he doesn't know that I sent them. It could've been anyone," Michael eases me, rubbing my thighs gently. 

"But who else would be looking for him? I mean, wouldn't he know it's you since you were out to get him at my place that night?" I ask, still, nerve racked. 

"I did a background check on Adam, and it turns out that he hasn't just done this to you. There have been several cases of him doing this to a few other women, so I wouldn't be worried about him finding out that it's me." Michael winks, wrapping his arms around my waist. 

"Really? You think he'll leave me alone?" I ask, feeling my nerves calm down. 

"Yes, I do. The people who I hired are watching him and making sure that he doesn't come close to you ever again." he nods. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into a gentle, longing kiss. 

"Thank you, baby," I sigh, resting my forehead against his, "I love you so much. Thank you for doing this for me." 

"Anything for my love," he winks as a smile consumes his face before pulling me back into a long, sweet kiss.