Chapter 17

"Michael, that's in Santa Barbara." I say, looking at the navagation system in the car.

"I'm aware." He replies nonchalantly.

"But, that's a three hour drive."

I check the time now and its 6:45.

He waves me off yet again.

"We'll be there in time for dinner. Look on the bright side. You'll be stuck with me."

He grins wickedly and I turn a bright shade of crimson.

"Delightful," I say.

I roll my eyes to try and play off my nervousness, but I know Michael can see right through it.

He leans back in an obviously relaxed position and drives smoothly.

At the first red light, he opens the glove compartment and pulls out a CD.

"Music?"

"On ahead," I say, granting him permission.

He slides the disc in and out comes classical music.

"I love Symphony No. 9, so recognizeable. It really is a classic." I say.

"Great. Because Beetoven is one of my inspirations. Most people think classical music is lame, but I listen to all types." Michael explains.

I nod. I love listening to him talk about music. Its like he's a professor teaching his students, because he has obviously mastered everything there is to it.

"What's so funny?" He asks.

I don't even realize that I'm smiling playfully.

"Its just, you really love music. It must be your favorite hobby."

He inhales a breath sharply.

"Hobby? Bella, I'm in no position to brag, but in a sense I am. I'm the most sucessful entertainer in all of show business. My song was on the top of the charts for 77 damn weeks. Surely music is not a hobby. It's a way of life." He spits, venom in his voice.

I mentally give myself a smack in the head. How could I be so ignorant and insensitive? I bet I've screwed up the mood for the rest of the ride.

"I'm, sorry.." I say, looking down at my shoes.

He sighs and remains silent. Wow, I really upset him.

"I really didn't mean to upset you Michael." I try at him again.

He still does not reply.

It's my turn to sigh and I look up at him.

"I don't do well with the silent treatment."

He looks at me and smirks.

"Now you know how I feel."

I flush and look down again.

"Well, now you're talking. Am I forgiven?" I ask.

I pout to be more dramatic.

A half smile tugs at his lips.

"Fine, but only because you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.." he says.

My heart thumps so loud I can hear it, and my hands twitch. I blush, probably the hundredth time today. All because of Michael.

Much to my luck, another red light halts our motion. Michael glances over at me and licks his lips. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear and he moves his smooth hand down my cheek. I try my best not to jump when his finger comes in contact with my skin.

"Why are you so apprehensive around me?" He asks disappointedly.

Don't you think I'd tell you if I knew? Actually I wouldn't, it'd be much too embarrassing.

I look up to three red lights. God damn, can't the light change? I don't think I can't take any more of Michael, as he's still staring at me.

"Bella. I asked you a question."

I nearly gasp at his change in mood. Bipolar much?

I fiddle with my thumbs again.

"I don't know, you're just intimidating to me." I say quietly.

"Well, sooner or later, we need to break that shell."

I gulp at his comment. What could that possibly mean?

We drive for an hour longer, alternating between smooth jazz, rock and hip-hop. After a while we change to the radio, and Dirty Diana comes on. Thank heavens I took time to listen to his new album.

"Hey, would you look at that," he smiles so large that his skin might become loose.

"I love this song. One of my favorites," I say, chancing to look up at him.

This only makes him smile wider.

"Thanks babe, I'm glad you like it. You do know what's its about right?" He asks.

Of course I do. But I thought the conversation would veer off before we get into specifics.

My face flushes as I nod quickly.

"Good, just checking."

We talk more about his tour, and when I look outside, the sky is pitch black.

"Michael, are we almost to your house?" I ask.

"Yes, we're turning in Bella."

The lights flip on from the other side of a huge golden gate. On it, 'Neverland' is written. Its truly beautiful.

We pull in and I step out, marveled by the architectual beauty of the ranch.

"Do you like it?" He asks.

"Yes, this place is huge!" I giggle.

He shrugs and smiles.

"I like huge things. Do you?"

For some reason, I can't restrain myself from looking in between his legs. I'm sure it is huge..

Michael tilts my chin up so my eyes meet his.

"I meant the house Bella." He smirks.

"Oh, right.." I say lamely.

My face turns scarlet as he leads me to the front door of his home.

"I give you, Neverland."

He opens it and I notice the impeccable wooden floors and baige walls. I walk to the living room, which gives me a warm feeling as I move close to the fireplace. I direct my attention to the kitchen, which has sandstone countertops and stainless steel appliances. The brick chimney has been polished and there's not a spot of food anywhere.

I turn around to Michael watching me intently.

"This is just amazing!" I exclaim.

"I'm glad you like it. Now I'll show you my bedroom." He smiles and takes my hand, leading me up the spiral stairs.

I'm terrified of the thought of being in his bedroom. He must've read my mind because he squeezes my hand tightly and gives a reassuring smile.

"No need for worry. I'll keep you safe."

He leads me to a tall door with a brass handle, and I walk inside, my breath held.

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-Joy <3