"Bianca what the fuck was that?" David says to me as we walk inside his house. The whole car ride was silent, no one uttered a word and I don't know why. I hate silence. Silence allows the brain to think about a lot of shit over and over. He already had a lot of things replaying in his head. He probably thought about how to reply to my comments. He just had this whole conversation planned out already. "What was what?" I reply sitting down on the couch. I sigh of relief that I finally got a chance to take off my heels. "Y'all got something going on between y'all, don't y'all?" David replies standing up "I don't know what you're talking about" I unzip my jacket sitting it down beside me. I knew my nonchalantness would piss him off. "Bianca stop fucking playing with me" David spat back. He's not the type to raise his voice during an argument. You knew he was mad when he starts cursing at you and says your name all in the same sentence. "I'm not doing anything. I don't know what or who you're talking about David" I take out my phone and start to text Parish telling her how the event went. "You fucking Chris aren't you?" I just looked up at him making a stank face and then back down at my phone. "Hello? I'm talking to you" David stands in front of me. I wasn't in the mood to bicker back and forth with him right now. I could've just told him yes, but he didn't want to know the truth. He smacks my phone out of my hand. I look up at him "Are you fucking him?!" He yells at me and that took me off guard. "No!" I shout back at him. "Are we done yelling?" I ask calmly raising an eyebrow. "You think this shit funny?" He questions "Go home"

He's the boss and he's the boss in every way. (Story you've probably seen on here before, but it is mine. The other author stole it from me and claimed it as her own. So to protect my story, I have had hers taken down and I'm publishing my story now.)

Jenna Toussaint is a college senior who, after much angst, is finally taking the one class she's openly avoided, in order to graduate. The professor? Michael Jackson and he takes sex, as well as his job, very, very seriously. Teacher/student relationships are severely frowned upon, but Michael and Jenna break the rules, and fast, for lust. What will ensue as this forbidden relationship ferments?

[ Book Two in the Written in Anger series ] Kyela and Michael had been broken up for five years, and Kyela had taken it upon herself to develop a new set of skills to just about take over the world. She advanced upon Michael's teachings and became someone of importance for once in her life, and she thought all her heartbreak an feeling sorry for herself had come to an end. That is until one fateful night she runs into Michael only to find out that he's wasting away and has been grieving over their breakup after all this time. Will she pity him and fall under his spell again or will she dust her hands with him and continue living without him? Copyright © 2015

When you're a friend of Michael Jackson, the unexpected is to be expected. Warning: A lot of strong crude sarcastic dirty sexual humor. Also a different side of Michael's personality. I hope you love it.