Pernicious

Pernicious

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|A dramatic ex-wife, a world renowned super star, and an alluring lady...What could possibly go wrong?| After being divorced from the King of Pop, Naya Bronwyn never believed there would be any chance of repairing her relationship with Michael. She has a change in heart when she is offered the opportunity of a lifetime to accompany Michael on his new tour. Originally doing it for the kids, her feelings are mixed as the tour moves forward. Jealousy strikes when someone gets a little too close to Michael. Things turn a little bit toxic.
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(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

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