Michael

I woke up just after 9 AM and luckily, without a hangover. I got out of bed, still feeling a little weary and headed over to the kitchen, finding a tray of breakfast awaiting for me on the dining table. It consisted of French toast, a hard-boiled egg, some assorted fruit and a glass of orange juice.

As I started to take a bite of the toast, suddenly I got a knock on the front door. I groaned and sauntered my way to answer it. It was Bill.

"Mike. I got- woah, did you just wake up?" He observed me with knitted eyebrows.

"Hello to you too," I answered, rubbing my eyes.

"Hello. Anyways, I got great news for you."

I yawned. Not because he was boring me, maybe because I was still half awake and hungry. "Sorry Bill, not now. I haven't eaten yet. Can you come back in fifteen minutes?"

"No Mike, you'd wanna hear this now."

My mind was not in the mood to think so I gave up. "Fine, make it quick."

He leaned in closer to me and whispered, "I found out that George and Camilla Jensen are staying in the same hotel."

I laughed, because I thought he was joking.

"I'm serious, this ain't a joke, Joker."

I pointed to the marble floor of my hotel suite and raised my eyebrows. "This hotel?"

"Where else? This is the best hotel in Vegas. It's a five star hotel, every A-list celebrity goes here."

I stared blankly at Bill. "And you feel the need to tell me this because...?"

"Because you like her. Look, Michael, I'm doing you a favor right now."

Before I could retort, Bill went inside of my suite uninvited and grabbed the hotel's phone.

I closed the front door. "What are you doing?" I asked as I made my way closer to him. "I have to eat."

He didn't even answer, he just began pressing numbers on the dial pad and then it started connecting to whomever he was calling. I scoffed as he turned around to me with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"Hello?" he spoke into the phone.

I just stood behind him, carefully watching and listening to what he was doing. The person on the other line must've said something and he replied, "Is this Camilla Jensen?"

My jaw dropped. "Oh what the heck Bill? What in the world? Fuck." I whisper-shouted. I should've seen this coming. My potty mouth made an appearance since I was definitely not in the mood to be talking to anybody right now. He looked back at me and giggled.

"I'm Bill Bray, the head of security for Michael Jackson. ... Yes, I'm serious. ... Yes, Michael is here. He's right behind me. ... In fact, he wants to speak with you now."

That's when I began to panic. My heart was beating so fast I could hear it pounding and my palms began to sweat. I wasn't prepared for this at all. How dare Bill do such a thing?

"No no no," I said repetitively as I kept on walking backward and holding my hands up in defense to Bill while he tried to hand me over the phone.

He covered the transmitter, "C'mon Mike, you'll thank me for this later." He shoved the phone onto my chest and I couldn't say no now.

I took a deep breath thinking, why not, and spoke into the phone. "Hello..? Camilla? It's Michael."

"I know that. Hi Michael," she answered with a small giggle. Her voice felt like velvet to the ears.

"I-I'm sorry about Bill, he likes to be nosey sometimes. Sorry if I disturbed you on whatever you're doing, it wasn't my intention." I looked back at Bill with piercing eyes.

"It's okay, you're not disturbing me."

"Oh." I scratched my head, searching for a good conversation topic. "So... what are you doing right now?" Oh boy, I really don't know how to handle this phone call.

"I'm just lounging around."

"Oh, that's... cool," I commented. The line was silent for a few seconds, and then I felt the conversation turning into something very awkward. I bit my lip then said, "Uh... Did you have fun last night?"

"Yes, of course, I did! I don't go to a lot of parties, but maybe I would go to more after this," she said, and I felt her smile through the phone.

"Glad to hear." I started to recount what happened last night. "So, um, how come I didn't see you when you left?"

"Well, my Dad found me," she started.

I gulped nervously. I didn't want him to think that I was doing anything with his daughter. My mind was thinking hard to come up with excuses for when I meet George again. With my voice low, I dragged, "Then...?"

"He just made me get up and told me he wanted to go back to the hotel," she recounted, her lighthearted voice signaling that I have nothing to be scared of. "I didn't want to leave you but he was already dragging my hand. I'm so sorry if that scared you in any way."

"It's fine, I was just confused why I didn't hear you move or anything."

"Hmm, I'm sure my heels would've made a few clicking noises. Maybe the music was too loud?"

"Yeah, maybe."

For the next few moments, my mouth was silent. I was out of words, I didn't know what to say next. I twirled and twisted my fingers in between the telephone cord, hoping she'll say something first.

Then I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked up to see it was Bill.

"Mike, I'm going to leave alright?" he whispered. "I wouldn't want to be eavesdropping you and your girl's conversation."

I covered the transmitter. "Shut up Bill. Bye-bye."

He exited the room and so I decided to ask an irrelevant question, not leading to anything in particular. Bill isn't here anyways to laugh. "By the way, are you planning to do anything today?"

"I really don't know. My Dad needs to do a little business thing here but that's his thing. I think I'll just stay in the hotel, go to the spa or gym or something. Or maybe I'll go out and explore Sin City."

Without thinking, I said words I immediately regretted saying. "You're planning to sin?"

She snickered. "No, no. I've done plenty of sins in the past."

Again, the line turned dead silent. I was caught completely off guard after she said that.

"Damn it," she cursed under her breath, loud enough to be heard. "Forget that I said that Michael, please," she pleaded. "My mind is wacked up from last night's drinks."

"It's OK. Mine is too, and I've just woken up anyway," I lied. I woke up an hour ago. I just needed to change the topic.

"I could tell. Your voice is croaky!"

I sighed, happily knowing she isn't going back to that subject. "You're saying I talk like a frog?"

"No! I'm saying that your morning voice is really deep. I've never really heard you talk like that. You should talk like that more often, the girls would love it," she chuckled. I thought it was a joke at first with the way she said it but I'm convinced that she was serious.

"I could talk like this if you want me to," I offered jokingly, with my voice lower than usual.

"You are such a flirt," she teased.

I began to blush heavily and can't help but to gradually fall for her voice. I was beginning to thank Bill for putting me on the phone with her. I'm glad we weren't talking in person. I wouldn't want to embarrass myself for blushing so much.

I had the sudden urge to meet her again. I don't want to leave Vegas without spending some more time with her, and that meaning not on the phone.

"Camila, since we both have no plans for the day.." I began, a little shaky in my tone, "perhaps, do you want to hang out? Like, talk and eat? We don't have to go anywhere. You could just visit my room."

"Really?" she asked bewilderedly.

I laughed. "Yes, if you want to. It's just a suggestion."

"Of course I want to!" she exclaimed. "Are you being for real, though?"

"Um... Does it sound like I'm playing with you?"

"I don't think so, you tell me."

"Well then... My room, after lunch- about 3 or 4 PM. I'll have one of my bodyguards pick you up." My heart is beating so fast.

"Sounds good," she replied and a smile instantly formed on my face.

"I'll see you later, yeah? I'll be waiting."

"Yup! I'm very excited. See you later, Michael."

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