⚠️ Copyright © 2018 by IntenseArt. This is an original story. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher. I have the right to report anyone who copies my work❗⚠️ We're all guilty at some point in our lives of pretending to be someone we're not, or hiding the person we really are. Not everything is as it seems. As Layla knows, and later finds out, that a lot happens behind closed doors, but should remain a secret... or should they?

Circa' 1987-1989 "....She was short with full hips and small waist with smooth Carmel skin and perfect c-cup breast. Who was I kidding this girl was head turner...." Michael Jackson about to start his BAD World Tour and a special girl has popped into his life. Amahle... a feisty southern girl who has a lot of trauma and is trying to get her life together... their journey together is interesting. Michael is Mesmerize by how real and blunt Amahle is and Amahle wants no parts of him until something or someone pushes her to give him a chance. So will she ? Mature content 18+ *this book is strictly for adults the contents in this book is not suitable for minors, sexual nature, explicit language, mentions of drugs and violence are including in this story* **Completed: 5/25/2024 -Highest Rankings- #1 in michaeljacksonfanfiction #1 in applehead #1 in mjfanfic #1 in badtour #1 in mjj #2in kingofpop #2 in 80s #1 in mjjfan #1 in blackcharacters #1 in layziebone #3 in badera #2 in moonwalker #1 in mjfam

(This story is very cheesy) For Mature Audience. 1987 Calabasas, California She inhaled sharply, crossing her leg over the other. With a raise of her brows, she smiled. "Do you like bein' a bodyguard?" He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. His arms folded over his chest. "Yeah-It pays good." The back of his head was against the head of the couch. His dimpled chin was up in the air. Upward his lidded eyes drifted. "Do you like bein' a director's wife?" He mumbled, bringing his hand up. He brushed a few loose coils of hair away from his face. The floor shot into her view. A sharp exhale flew out of her mouth. "I-Uh-Nice-It's nice," she stammered. Her head nodded along to her words. "Nice?" Her brows shot up, she strained a grin. "Nice." Suddenly her lips were forced into a slight frown. A crease formed between her brows. She shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry. I'm not no good with words," she sighed. "No, I'm sorry I asked that. That was a real' stupid question." "It wasn't stupid. Nobody's ever asked me that before," she said through a forced laugh. 'Nice,' she repeated to herself. ⓒ 2025 All Rights Reserved