Seduced By My Neighbor (18+) || A Michael Jackson FanFiction (Completed)

Differences

Lena

After my bath and Michael helped me put on my clothes, we went downstairs for breakfast. He pulled my chair out to help me and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful his home was.

"You have a beautiful home Michael!" I said.

"Thank you so much!" He said, "Do you like pancakes?"

"I love pancakes, I specialize in the kitchen and yes they are my favorite." I said.

"So I imagine we have two chiefs in the house!" He said smiling.

"Sure we do!!" I said.

He went in the kitchen and basically cooked everything like I would, if I was in his shoes. Bacon, eggs, ham slices, toast, pancakes, grits and of course orange juice! When he went to walk up to me to grab my plate I jumped and he paused.

"I scared you?" He asked.

"I'm sorry, no." I said, "Everytime he made breakfast and goes to grab my plate.." I paused and looked at Michael.

He kneeled in front of me and as he looked down he noticed that my hands are shaking. He grabbed my hands gently and said,

"Lena, I am going to be real honest with you." He said.

I looked at Michael as the tears fell down my face.

"I do not like your husband. And this is not just from what happened yesterday. I have been watching this guy for a minute now, especially at night." He spoke.

"What do you mean at night?" I asked.

He wiped my tears but kept my hands in his. The hurt and anger in his eyes explained a lot. This man really likes me and he hurts for me. I like him too but I just have so many thoughts that run through my mind.

He took a deep breath and said,

"Lena, I have been walking up and down these streets for a long time now. And I also have to walk skipper. The worst thing I have ever heard, was a woman screaming in pain like that. Ever."

He gripped my hands but not hard though and I felt a sharp spark run through my body again. I have never felt like this before.

"I wanted so bad to knock on the door but I didn't want any wrong ideas, like I was a stalker or something. When I saw you at the coffee shop that day and talked to you, I have never been so sure of something like this." He said.

"Michael, it was me. He hates me!" I said in tears,
"He hates when I ask him something. He hates when I don't make dinner on time, I am used to eating things that I don't wanna eat, he hated my friends, my job. He just hates me." I said.

Michael

Just to sit here and listen to her talk about her pain made me sick on my stomach. I haven't met someone up until now since my mother passed. And this woman is special to me, she is beautiful and had everything ahead, plus she's very smart. I liked her ever since I saw her and I have a feeling that she's meant for me to be with. Her beauty on the outside didn't describe the pain she felt on the inside and the painting at the coffee shop, really expressed her. 

Just by holding her small, precious hands, I knew she was scared but it wasn't by me, it was because of him. He has damaged Lena and I'm hurting for her.

"Lena, words cannot express the hurt I feel in my heart for you. But what I do know is that when one man, hurts a woman that he is supposed to love and cherish with his everything. He will be scared when another man mends that womans heart to make her whole. My mother always taught me things like this." I told her.