A chipped heart, isn't a broken heart. The chip can easily be replaced by the reclamation of love. Love isn't easy, it never has been and never will be. There's no map telling with a key to make your decisions easier. There's no memory flash that can have one become amnesiac to the pain. You just have to replace the chip and continue on.

I'm not hurt, nor am I broken. As I may be bruised, I still love. I don't blame him. I don't blame her. I blame no one. It's nothing I can do, what's been done is now in the past. I still love Michael, and I still despise Tatiana. I have come to terms that it was a minor chip of my heart, and I must replace the missing piece.

My missing peace is my voice. I muted myself for nearly a week. I just couldn't see past his words. I wouldn't have expected Michael to kiss her. After all of his reassuring words, the way he made love to me nights before. It all didn't coagulate into the truth. Nothing made sense, and when nothing made sense, my voice opted out.

Now that I have found my peace with the minor incident, I have reclaimed my missing piece.

"Hey babygirl, how are you holding up?" He asks, his voice delicate and timid.

During my trial of silence, Michael shrunk. His once confident, assured tome integrated into a softer, timid tone. It was as if he was afraid to say the wrong thing, make the wrong move, he wasn't Michael. Of course I felt terrible about being the cause if his behavior, i just wouldn't tell him.

"I'm fine, how was shooting?" I ask casually in an attempt to ease the tension.

"I think I'm firing Frank as my manager" He announces in a mere whisper.

In addition to Michael stressing over my silent reign, he has also been burdened with control. I've ease dropped on a few late night conversations between him and Mister Dileo, they were very well heated. Michael just can't catch a break with the people he trusts, they always seemingly reveal themselves as serpents.

"I'm sorry Michael..." I whisper, watching his burdens reign over his emotions as he collapses into the love seat, his face buried in his palms.

"It's not your fault Jess. Don't apologize" He mumbles, glancing up for air.

"No... I'm really sorry baby. I ignored you when you needed me the most. I'm so sorry baby, I'm here. I'm always here" I find myself choking up as well.

I will always put my emotions aside for Michael. He's a hurt soul in need of constant and undying support, and that's what I surrender my own to gift to him.

"Babygirl you can't blame yourself. I broke my promise and-"

I remove his hands from his face and step between him.

"Your promise was never broken Michael. A kiss won't change my love for you. Yes, it hurt but I'm not backing down. I'm not giving up on you. I need you as much as you need me. Bill nor Tatiana can change that. I love you" I encourage, cupping his jaw into my palms.

His eyes dart around the suite until they find their home within mine. He's emotionally distraught and mentally broken. Gazing into his eyes silently, I lower my body towards his, leaning my face into his. I can feel his light breaths against my lips as i near closer, I have had a long need of his lips on mine. His lips are the ardent keeper of my own sanity. I am aware that the feeling is substantially mutual in his heart as well.

When our lips meet, a spark ignites. The enigmatic emotions of passion and love fill my heart. Every memory of his touches, his words, his groans, all infatuate my mind and capture my body as our kiss deepens. This contemporary sentiment of sensuality ravaging my sense of accord. I am once again enamored, and enlightened within his spell.

"I love you Jess, but I have to tell you something..." He manages to whisper, pulling me into his lap.

Though my soul is burning for his love, I manage to mentally reset and give into his concerning tone. Entangling our fingers together, he compares them in size, his rather large, slender fingers over estimating my ordinarily, average small fingers. Returning his gaze from his minor distraction. he sighs heavily.

"What is it?" I ask. now taking interest of our compared palms.

I've never noticed how perfectly well our hands mold into each other. It's as if it's a indigenous sign of Michael and I being a formidable match for one another.

"Yesterday... She told me...." He trails off, his voice straining to complete his sentence.

"It's okay baby. I don't want to hear anymore of it. That was yesterday, the evening is still young for tonight. that's all that matters" I smile, pecking his lips tenderly.

I want him to let go for tonight. I want his lust of yesterday to grace me in a way that only he can. I want to allow his stress to become just a minor ripple in his puddle of worry. Tonight, I imprison myself in the cell of passion, allowing Michael to release his frustrations. I need this, and I know Michael does too.

"Just know babygirl, my heart only beats for you" He whispers against my lips.

My eyes close, indulging in his tender kisses as they travel down the nape of my neck. I can't seem to find my words. I've lost my vocabulary in the sea of desire. And when I come up for air, I finally speak.

"Only for me..." I manage to whisper as he grips tightens on my waist line.

I have become addicted to his hedonistic approach to intimacy in a matter of seconds. I'm craving him. lust trickling through me as our kisses deepen and his slender fingers grow more curious of my body. Michael is undeniably sexy and most accurately covetable, from his broad caramel shoulders to every strand of his curls atop his mane, the man is just simply tempting.

His groans are not too far behind as lust takes it's reign through his eyes. This is not the lust of a man watching an exotic dancer flaunt her body before him, but the lust of two lovers who have a desire to touch, feel, see, and express themselves through pleasurable physicality.

"Girl... You don't know what you've started.." He groans in my ear once my palms find the inside of his shirt.

Pressing firmly into his chest I not only feel his toned, willowy chest but his rapidly beating heart. I catch myself smiling, blushing even at the thought that I am the cause of his increasing heart rate.

"God Michael you're a work of art...." I moan, slowly slipping my hands over his chest.

While I continue robbing him of his shirt, ten sneaky, slender fingers wiggle their way into my shirt only pausing to aid in properly adjusting my seated position. Where I once sat sideways onto his lap, faced forward, with each of my legs on either side of him.

My shirt is the first to go as his fingers danced along my body. I tremble with excitement once his lips met my breast, the resembling surge from before returning favourably. He provokes me, taking his time to listen to my riotously moans. With every second his warm lips cover me, my moans grow constant into whimpers for more. I want him everywhere, his lips and his hands especially.

"I need another taste babygirl. Please" He groans, his monster piercing through his trousers as he once again lays me down into the love seat.

"Please hurry baby, God..." I whimper. desperately trying to relieve myself of my shorts. I'm aching for him.

He doesn't reply, instead he smirks and fulfills my wish, robbing me of a steady breath as he tongue slithered between my velvet walls. I squirm, but he mercilessly continues, placing my hips gently into his desired position. His tongue like magic as my legs began to tremble around him, I;m close and his well aware. Three slender fingers deep and he still shows no sign of giving up until my body finally rocks violently, my final wail of satisfaction ringing throughout the four walls as well as releasing his results of my pleasure.

"God you;re so beautiful girl. I love the way you sound" He groans once more, rising from the love seat.

I stare at him in bewilderment as he casually exits the living room. With my body still recovering from my tidal wave oblation, I fight to rise from the couch as well, covering myself with his red flannel. He continues strolling into the bedroom, oblivious to my body screaming for his.

God what this man does to me.

"Baby.. I need you" I whimper, entering the bedroom.

Through the luminous light of the moon, I spot him. He's laid comfortably on the bed, still clothed in his briefs with his hands crossed behind his head. His stare remains on me. Though he doesn't utter a word, his eyes command me to dare into his world of desire. Abiding to his mutely command, I crawl onto the bed, my eyes never leaving his.

Stopping beside him, I wait for his words.

"You want me to finish?" He smirks.

I nod helplessly. I need this man. He know's I need him.

"You're so sexy when you look like that..." He lingers onward, tracing his eyes along my body.

Our first night he was kind, gentle, and ever so delicate and now he's devious and as much of a tease as an exotic dancer beginning her show. I'm delightfully surprised at his new sensual, erotic demeanor. Though it's weighing heavily on my pleading body, his tease only heightens my need for him.

"Baby please...please just give it to me" I whine, reaching for him.

He rolls onto the farther end of his side, snickering at my failure.

"Now don't get all greedy on me my dear Jesse, come here" He grins, watching as I sulk in deprivation of his body and sweet whispers.

Swiftly taking me in his hold, he pins down my arms on either side my head while tainting me with his burning kisses. As he nears navel, my throbbing ensuits for him. I just need him to touch me, soothe my aching. For God's sake I'm trickling for this man.

"I love your body babygirl, and it's a sin but i cherish this temple..." He growls, diving into my bud for a second helping.

With my arm's still restricted, I fight to feel his curls. My only free movement is the arching of my back as he tortures my velvet walls, tugging and slithering deeper as he pleases. I'm going insane in sensual revolt, I can't take this man.

My high pitched whimpers are the only feasible cause he stops. Revealing his smirk, he hovers above me, his traveling kisses duly evident to not leaving one ounce of my skin untouched by his lips.

"Tell me what you want...." His husky voice enters my ear.

Squirming beneath him, I sigh in frustration. He knows the answer, yet he chooses to antagonize me.

"Tell me babygirl.." He breathes on my neck, gently tugging at my skin through gritted teeth.

"I want to feel you. I need to feel you Michael" I moan.

"That's all I needed to hear" He growls, kicking off his briefs.

Before another whimper of a yearning request can escape my lips, his length makes use of my entrance, inching slowly inside of me. My eyes close, my body finally receiving what it has been yearning for. Though his length is still quite painful, my hips rock into his slowly. I fall deeper into a indescribable trance. No one will take me to this sensual tranquility, no once but Michael.

His thrust, swift and passionate. God how the man takes his time. His eyes, strong and determined. My cries for him fluke an octave as he thrust into this one spot. That one spot send tingles down my spin, and pleasure through my toes as I become feeble to his beckoning groans of agonizing pleasure.

"Damn... girl..." His voice breathed in her ear, husky as well as weak.

"God...Michael...What are you doing to me...." I moan, running my hands through his hair as he took my skin between gritted teeth.

"Please forgive me girl..." He groans, coming to a slow and untimely halt.

His eyes still withhold lust. His body dripped sweat, but hungered for more. He's heaving, but he's hesitating. I wait impatiently, watching his eyes once again trail my body. He bites down on his bottom lip, adding onto my anticipation. I'm growing weary for him with every passing second. What is he doing to me, and why?

"Baby... Please" I beckon, remaining perfectly still.

"Please what? Babygirl you have to talk to me" He firmly requests.

My throbbing has returned, I'm literally dying for him. Yet, he continues to torture me.

"I want you Michael. I want you... Now" I squeak.

He chuckles mischievously, slowly prowling over to me.

"I'm here. Now what?" He challenges.

I'm trying to configure his actions, but my brain can't seem to form a proper thought. How many words can I say to tell him I'm burning for him, I need him close to end this lust building inside of me.

"Baby... I need you, I need you inside of me. Don't make me beg"

His moves, slow and controlled he has me in the palm of his hands and he is well aware of it. He's feeding off my lust, giving him the gift of control. It's a dangerous game, but I'm the willing participant. I close my eyes, the warmth of his body radiating as he covers me.

He hums, the familiar melody alone causing my shivers. First he heeds my entrance, groaning as he inches deeper. My head falls backwards while my body arched into him only deepening my pleasure.

"Do you know... how enchanting your moans are" He growls, nibbling at my earlobe hungrily.

"Mmm" Is the only part of my vocabulary tonight as he steals my sanity.

My breath suddenly leaves me. His slow and labored thrust, now enticingly violent and frequent. My nails react before I can quiver, clawing into his shoulders as he mercilessly hits my center. Every thrust dangerously pleasurable. But, it's the passion withheld in his expression that sends me on edge.

Mouth agape, darkened eyes, and weakening moans, all additives to our whimpers and moans. Not long after the greed of our bodies end our infatuation of giving in to each other, I whimper one last time. My energy quickly depletes as I release my juices onto him. His eyes fall heavily along with his body, his groans dying along with his warm release. For a moment, my body revives itself to tingle in the presence of his warmth inside me. How can this man have so much control over my body, leaving me weak and helpless against his reign.

Collapsing besides me, he joins me in heaving for a battle of oxygen and dying acclimatization. I'm complete. I need nothing else from him, but this. Passion, and lovingly involved lust. That's all I yearn for in moments like this.

" God you drive me insane" I sigh, turning on my side.

"I tried to apologize babygirl... I can't help it. I love when you beg" He boyishly smiles, running his index finger over the lines of my body.

"You have a beautiful body babygirl... I want to learn every bit of it" He whispers, the moonlight cascading perfectly onto his caramel frame.

Dear God this man is a mural of my dreams.

"You will. I wish to do the same. Who knew under that sweet and cuddly exterior lied a sexy ambiguous dragon?" I tease, stealing his lips for a few seconds.

breaking the kiss in amused chuckles, the light reveals his true blush.

"Shh... Let that be our little secret. You haven't even had the serious effect babygirl" He cockily cackles.

"And ass face returns..." I retort, pinching his arms violently.

Wincing, he glares at me momentarily.

"I've told you about pinching me girl. Damn..." He pouts.

"I'm sorry..." I lull, pecking his bruise.

He falls silent, turning on his side and away from me. I stare at his bare back in complete confusion for mere seconds before persuading for his words. Scooting closer to him, I wrap my arms around his torso pecking his shoulder tenderly. His steady breaths are his only reply.

"I love you Michael Joseph Jackson..." I whisper.

"At night when the stars shine, I pray in you I'll find a love so true..." He lullabies me, switching our position to where it is he holding me.

My eyes find confinement with my lids as he continues onward, soothing me with his voice. His fans could only imagine the feeling of Michael Jackson personally singing to them. His fans can only dream of him meaning every word. I am not dreaming nor am I imagining. His love is real, his love is genuine, his love is mine...

To Be Continued...