》Michael 《

The tour is over. That day we were packing up and we were supposed to go back.

Suddenly, I heard screams in the hotel

– Don't jump! – people were shouting through each other

I ran out of the hotel room and bumped into a female hotel employee.

– What is going on? – I asked

– A girl wants to jump from a balcony one floor below

– Thanks. – I ran down the floor below

I bumped into the cops

– Why does she want to jump? – I asked

– She yells something that maybe "he" will see her if she does it.

– Let me talk to her. If I've convinced a guy that his daughter is dead, I should be able to handle it now.

– Do you live in this hotel?

– Yes. Upstairs.

– She could talk about you. She was looking at the balcony on the upper floor

– All the more reason to give me a chance.

Agreed. They put a climbing harness on me because the plan was that I would go over the railing...

I walked up to the girl and said in an altered voice:
– Hey. Will you tell me why you want to jump?

– If he hadn't slept with her and noticed me, I wouldn't have had to jump! – She looked at the balcony of my room – Spot me! Spot me, you moron!

– Hey, there was no contract for calling morons names. – I went over the railing – Look at me. – I said with my normal voice – Good. And now we're going to go back inside and you're going to explain to me what's going on. Deal?

– They're going to take me to a psychiatric hospital!

– Give me your hand. Very well. Now I'm slowly going to get closer and you're going to put your arms around my neck, okay?

– Okay

We managed to pull the girl inside, but something happened to her leg

They wanted to take her away

– Wait. And come out. I'll find out what the reason was. She doesn't trust you. She only allowed me to get so close.

They agreed and left us alone

– Why did you want to jump?

– At the concert you said that you love me too... – she cried

– And if I hadn't, do you think I'd be standing on the wrong side of the railing, on the eighth floor? Listen, I love you as much as my other fans... It's like you're my children. Alishia is my wife. And I love my fans like my own children.

– You promise?

– Promise... Truly. Otherwise, I wouldn't have walked over the barrier. Look, now I'm going to go for service. They will take you to the hospital and examine you on your leg, if you have any other wounds, bruises, etc.

– Will you come with me to the ambulance? I'm afraid they're going to put me in a straitjacket

– Okay...

I carried her to the ambulance and handed over to the servants everything I had learned about the girl

When I got back to the room, Alishia threw herself on my neck

– You're a hero. – she whispered

– I'm not. She wanted to kill herself because of me. I shouldn't be telling them on stage that I love them...

– You're overthinking... – She pulled me towards the bed – Come... – We ended up on the bed – I'll give you a prize... – Sitting on my legs, she took off her shirt and bra

– You provoked me... – I swapped our places and hovered over her – Tomorrow morning we have a flight... – I took off her pants and panties – So I suggest a quick game and we continue to pack, unless someone wants to interrupt us by jumping again.

– Do as you see fit...

– Great. – I undressed myself – You know how the you turn me on? – I asked running my hands over the inside of her thighs

***

After half an hour of play, we both came... I prayed that God would finally send us a child... We've been trying for two years and nothing has come of it, except maybe Alishia's tears...

We packed up all our and Mia's belongings and headed for my plane. We were supposed to spend that night there and then fly away in the morning.