You lost track of time and didn't know how long you've been flying. The only thing you knew was that your husband hasn't said a single word to you ever since you talked on the phone this morning. He's pretending to be asleep right now or maybe he really is, who knows. But one thing was sure, he was hell angry with you and didn't want to even look you in the eyes, and no one could blame him.

The pilot announced that you were going to start landing. You tightened up your seat belt around your waist and after maybe 30 minutes the plane was on the ground.

Michael opened his eyes all of a sudden, not looking like someone who has just woke up (he must have pretended to be asleep in order to avoid you) and removed his seat belt. You did the same thing. He got up and headed for the exit, you followed behind.

As you got out of the plane, you felt strong wind blowing in your hair which made you think, maybe you were somewhere near ocean?

"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson!" said a short man to you in some kind of weird accent. You bowed your heads in 'hi'. "I'm very glad you chose our country for honey moon! I will take you to house. Please follow me in car!" That's Spanish accent, isn't it? You were curious but didn't dare open your mouth to speak to Michael after everything...

You followed the man who took you to a black car. Two men had just finished transferring your luggage into the car from the plane. He opened the door for you and Michael to get in but as you stepped in the car, Michael said
"Diego, I'd really like to sit in the front if you don't mind, of course?" so his name was Diego? And Michael knew him?
"Not at all, Mr. Jackson." Diego shut the door close and opened the front one for Michael. After he got in, Diego closed it and went over to the driver's seat. You put your seat belts on and Diego started the car.

It was a long ride and it's gotten pretty late. On the way to the so called house, only Diego and Michael would exchange few words to each other from time to time, forgetting that you existed behind them on the seat. Anyway, after what it seemed to you like 2-3 hours
"We're here." Diego said and got out of the car, so did Michael and you too.

You looked around and your jaw almost dropped, as for your conscience, it has never before felt so bad.

You were in something like a small island, with many trees, plants, very green, there was the house, Diego was talking about, right in front of you. It was dark but still you could see it was white, small, but very neat and cozy. You could hear the ocean because you were literally on the beach.

"This is it, Mr. Jackson, I hope you like. It is very private, no one see you hear!"
"Thank you, Diego very much!"
"You're welcome. Than I have go now. Have nice time!"
"Bye." Michael said. Diego turned around and bowed his head to you, then got in the car and drove off.

Now it was only you and Michael, and when you say only you and him, you do mean only you and him! You were completely alone on this small island, isolated from the city. What was he going to do now? Revenge you? Hit you? Drown you in the ocean or bury you in the sand? Whatever it was, there was not a single soul around to hear you scream for help. And you deserved all of it. How could you have done that to this person and just look at all the presents he's given you before and after the wedding, and this honey moon...

He took the two suitcases and

"C'mon." he said without even turning his head around to face you (because you were behind him). You said nothing but followed. You entered the house. It was lovely decorated. Big living room with a small kitchen and only one room, which was the bedroom. He put the luggage on the floor in the living room and opened the bedroom door, going inside it and you followed.

As you entered you saw candles on the floor, burning and the bed was covered in roses. It was so romantic... He ordered all that for you and someone must have prepared it and lit all the candles while Diego was taking you here.

"You'll sleep here." he said and took your suitcase, bringing it in your room. Then, he walked over to the bed and took few pillows from there and one of the blankets, carrying them into the living room to the big sofa. He walked over to you and without saying anything or even looking at you, closed the door, leaving you alone in the bedroom.

You couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out crying, trying to be silent so that your husband won't hear it.

You just couldn't believe the mess you've gotten yourself and innocent Michael into! And he... he didn't even say a word to you when he had all the rights to divorce you, or hit you, or curse you, or dump you in front of everyone when they asked him if he'd marry you... but he was so nice, so good, such a gentleman even in this crazy situation! And what was gonna happen with his reputation and family, if they found out? And what about your family? You didn't even wanna think about it. It was late and you were tired so you decided to just lay down. Tomorrow will be a brand new day and maybe a better one.

You took off all your clothes and searched for something to wear for sleep in your suitcase. While searching through the clothes, you saw there was only sexy underwear. Michael's sisters and your mom prepared your luggage so they must have selected all these crazy stuff! Now you figured out why were they giggling after they told you, they had prepared everything for the travel. You decided to wear one of the underwear and put the silk robe on so it would feel like a real pajamas or something like that...  

You lied down in the bed but couldn't sleep. You weren't even able to close your eyes. First of all, you couldn't forgive yourself for hurting Michael. Secondly, you didn't know how to fix things or what was gonna happen next and lastly, the room was hell hot! There was certainly an air conditioner in the room but you didn't have the strength to turn it on. Instead, you walked over to the window, wanting to open it so hopefully some of the breeze would come in.

As you were about to do so you saw, through the window, Michael slowly walking down the beach with his hands in his pockets. From time to time, he would bring his hand up to his face and wipe something off of it. You couldn't tell for sure since you couldn't see well in the far distance but it seemed as if he was crying. He also looked very sad. The way he was walking, the way he was looking at the water, the way his body moved, it was very sad. You felt your heart hurt inside your chest. Poor Michael was suffering because of you. He loved you and you broke his heart. You had to do something... at least tell him you're sorry, of course, your apology can't possible fix things but still, it was better then doing nothing. After all, you were his wife now, even if not a real one, and you felt you had to talk to him and help him.

You got out of the room and house. You were trembling in fear as you were approaching him. His back was facing you. He didn't hear you come, the sand killed every sound. Only the howling of the breeze was there and the only light around was coming from the sparkling stars on the sky. You finally found your courage and begun

"M-Michael..." you whispered. After hearing your voice, instead of turning around, you saw him immediately put his hand on his face.
"What?" he said without turning around.
"I...I think maybe... we should talk..."
"I thought you were asleep."
"I can't sleep. I... I feel terrible for what I've done... I wanted to tell you how sorry I am for everything.." you waited for him to say something but he didn't. He only stood there with his back facing you and hands crossed together. You decided to go on "Whatever you decide to do from now with... you know.. the marriage and m-me, I won't disagree. You have every right to be mad and I can't describe to you how sorry I am... and if I could bring time back I-"
"Don't talk..." he said those words that people usually say when they're angry but the way he said it, it was rather filled with pain than anger. "You can't bring time back..." his voice cracked. Seemed to you he wanted it so badly, to go back in time and change things.
"I'm sorry..."
"I can't believe I trusted you and fell in love with you, YN. I'm such an idiot..."
"Michael, I'm sorry.." you said, feeling hot tears falling down your cheeks.
"Don't be. It's all my fault... You can't help the fool I am, believing that a girl like you could really love me, thinking I can start a family with you... thinking I can for once in my life be happy with the woman I love. But I guess I don't deserve all that, I don't deserve to be  happy... I don't know what I did to deserve this punishment.. I don't really know!" he begun hitting his head with his two fists. You quickly run to him and grabbed his hands by the wrists to stop him.
"No, don't! Wait, listen to me.. We can fix things, we can work this out, please! I'm sure we'll-"
"What? You sure 'bout what?" he was crying, his eyes were red "Tell me how... how are we gonna fix it? I can't divorce you, we just got married today, remember? I have a reputation to look after, I can't just marry and divorce the next day!"
"I know but-"
"And I can't stay with you 'cause you don't love me, although I love you! I can't tell my parents or siblings... I can't tell anyone 'cause if I do, I know the next day it will be all over the newspapers! Tell me, what am I going to do now? What?" his voice was shaky.
"First of all, when you say what are YOU going to do, don't forget we're in this together and it's mostly my fault... I'm here to help you! I know I don't deserve your love or faith or anything from you, but I am deeply sorry for what I've done and I promise I'd do anything you tell me!" you couldn't let things like that. You were a good, decent woman and were ready to take consequences for your actions. Michael looked into your eyes.
"Love me... " he left you speechless, you didn't expect him to say this. "All I wanted was your love, nothing else... and look what I've got now, nothing!" you put your hand on his cheek, waping away his tears and said
"Please, don't cry I-"  but he cut you off.
"Tell me about him."
"About who?"
"About the man you love... what is he like?" you sighed in anger and not with Michael but with Jacob.
"Are you really sure you want to-"
"Yes! Tell me!" you owned him at least that.
"His name is Jacob and we've been in love ever since we were teenagers. His father and mine were business partners but they got into a fight and split so we couldn't tell them about us... they hated each other! And then we came up with this idea to run away and then you showed up and my father wanted me to marry you and I didn't wanna lie but if I said the truth I'd lose Jacob forever and-" he cut you off
"So it wasn't only your fault!"
"What do you mean?"
"Your parents started it after all when they wouldn't let you be with Jacob and now that you're married to me, I'm a hindrance to your happiness...."
"It doesn't matter anymore. Jacob is in the past and I don't want him anymore!"
"What do you mean?"
"He chose money over me, I guess he didn't truly love me but I don't wanna talk about him! I want to forget him, I want to erase him from my memories!"
"Do you still love him?"
"I don't know..."
"Tell me the truth!"
"Yes.." you whispered. After a pause Michael said
"I can't believe I love you so much, that I'm ready to let you go and ruin my life so that you can be happy.." you looked him in the eyes. He quickly looked away. "Let's go to bed, it's late and after all that I feel exhausted. Tomorrow we'll go back to LA, I'll return you home and we'll divorce." he turned around and gently put his hand on your back, motioning you to follow him. You got in the house and Michael begun making his bed, which was the sofa now.

"Do you need help?" you asked him.
"No, I'm fine, you can go sleep."
"Alright. Well, then... goodnight."
"Goodnight." and you went into your room, climbed on the bed and buried yourself under the sheets, enjoying the smell that was coming from all those roses.

What were you going to do when returned home? What were you going to say when your parents opened the front door to find Michael returning you back home, and when they asked what happened? Your dad was going to kill you, definitely.

Then, what about Jacob? You still had feelings for him but after what he's done to you, you can't go back to him... next time when you decided to run together he might again deceive you. Maybe he was still a kid or just afraid, you didn't know, but if you had to compare Michael to Jacob.. wait, you can't even compare them because Michael is like perfect and Jacob can't even stand next to him.

What would your life be like if you stayed with Michael? Or if you met him before Jacob? You were going to be head over hills in love with Michael for sure but seemed like it's not what faith wanted for you. Maybe you should just stay with Michael, he's your husband after all, and that's the least you can do for him. You were so confused and wished your mom was hear to listen to you and help you but even if she was, there'd be no point. She was on your father's side.

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You woke up and looked at the clock. It was 10am. You've slept long! Well, you were really tired and you and Michael stayed up until late talking on the beach so... wait, where was Michael? You quickly jumped from bed, looked yourself in the mirror to make sure you looked decent, walked over to the door and slowly and silently opened it.

Michael was in the little kitchen, adding milk to his coffee.

"Good morning." you greeted. His eyes rested on you after hearing your voice.
"Good morning." he greeted you back. You tugged your hair behind your ear and walked in the living room, headed for the big sofa. "Coffee?" he asked you.
"Yes, I'd love one." he made your coffee and brought it to you, placing it on the small table in front of the sofa. You begun drinking. "Are you hungry? I don't know if you like breakfast in the morning.."
"I do, yes."
"Then I'll make you breakfast." he said and quickly turned around, going back in the kitchen. Wow, why was he taking such a good care of you? You were gonna divorce! You wanted to watch TV to get your mind off of everything for a while but there was no TV.
"Michael?"
"Yes?" you heard him from the kitchen.
"Is there a TV?"
"No." no TV? Why? He walked in with your breakfast - toast and butter.
"Why?" you decided to ask him.
"Because this is our honey moon and we don't need a TV..." after a pause he continued "No man needs a TV when he has you..." you felt your cheeks burn. "Eat." he noticed it and quickly changed the topic. What he told you was that you were supposed to be making love all the time... Damn! You got hot. It's been a long time since you and Jacob made love and you couldn't have because of what happened between your fathers. You hardly managed to see each other and as for the love making part, it was out of the question. It wasn't until now that you noticed how badly our body needed a man.

 You took your toast and tried to eat but the thought of the touch of Michael's big hands won't let you. What was he like in bed? And his kisses? How did he taste? You've never really kissed him properly. You did but only on the lips and on the cheeks, nothing more. He said he wanted to wait till you got married. He was such a gentlemen and now that you think about it, there had been many occasions where Michael could have taken you into his arms, pressing his lips against yours... then inserting his tongue inside your mouth to find yours while his hands could have roamed all over your body, touching, caressing, giving you pleasure and

"YN? YN? Are you listening to me?"
"What?" you felt wetness between your legs.
"I'm telling you that I called Diego early in the morning and he said he'll come pick us up tomorrow morning, to return home, remember?"
"Yes, of course I do!" damn, you were so preoccupied with nasty thoughts that you didn't even hear him.
"I asked him to come today but he said he could 'cause he's out of town."
"Can't you ask someone else? Like Diego isn't the only one who can take us home..."
"Yes, he's not but he is the only one who knows that I'm here with my... wife, except for the pilots of course. I've known Diego for a long time and I trust him. He's helped me before... If I call somebody else everything will go to the media! I don't want it and I don't think you want it either.."
"No..."
"I'm sorry but we'll have to wait until tomorrow. There's no other option." he said and drunk his coffee.
"Alright.." after a pause he begun.
"Are you ok?"
"Yes, why?"
"You're red and you're sweating... are you ill?" he put his hand on your forehead to see if you had temperature. You did have something but it wasn't illness.
"No, I'm fine, it's just too hot in here."
"I turned on the air this morning. Do you want me to change the temperature?"
"No, it's fine." 
"Why aren't you eating? Don't you like it? You want me to make you something else?"
"No, no it's fine thanks!" you couldn't believe how polite he was... You had to eat the breakfast because of Michael even though you couldn't. You forced your self a little and after like 10 minutes the breakfast was in you stomach. What were you gonna do now? The whole day alone with Michael?

"Can I go take a shower in your room?"
"Yes of course! You don't need to ask..." without saying anything else, he took fresh clothes from his suitcase and went in your room, closing the door behind. You had to take a shower too after he got out of it. There was only one bathroom so you had to share it which was something you weren't supposed to do in the first place because this was a honey moon...

Anyway, you decided it would be best to remain in your room silently until tomorrow morning when Diego would come pick you up to take you home where your father would kill you but things won't turn out that way for you.

Michael came out from your room, dressed in fresh summer clothes, his hair wet, to find you washing the coffee cups and the plates from your breakfast.

"So..." you looked at him. He was trying to start a conversation. You felt a little embarrassed but it was better to talk, even if it was about the weather, then remain silent and have this awkwardness between the two of you (or think about what you've done to him).
"If you're done with the shower, I'd like to go take one too?"
"Yeah, I'm done." you finished doing the dishes and begun putting them in place on the shelf. Michael cleared his throat. "Ahem... I was thinking.. you know since we'll have to wait till tomorrow for Diego to come pick us up.."
"Yeah?"
"Maybe we can go outside to look around, see the beach, the nature 'cause I was planning on doing that on our honey moon but since there won't be a honey moon... you know... and we have to wait so" he begun talking illogical, maybe he got nervous "I thought maybe we should spend the day doing something nice instead of sitting in this house. We're here anyway so I thought maybe we should try to enjoy the day... as friends of course... only if you want..."
"I do."
"Great."
"Let me go take a shower first."
"Yes."
"I'll be ready in 20."
"I'm waiting."

Michael was right and going out would take your minds off of that whole situation for a few hours. In addition to that, you had one day left before death so why not enjoy it and maybe you would get a chance to apologize to Michael once more. You took a quick shower, put some light summer clothes on, fixed your hair and were ready to go.

"I'm ready." you said as you walked in the living room. You felt his eyes all over your body.
"Me too. Let's go."

You went outside and spent the next few hours walking on the beach, looking around, enjoying the warm water on your feet and the fresh ocean air too. You didn't talk much though. Only exchanged a few words, talking about the nature and how beautiful it was.

After returning inside the house you begun making dinner. You didn't know Michael Jackson could cook and the sight of him cooking, and doing it better than you, completely amazed you! You were used to seeing him on stage or on TV or working with your dad but not doing house work.

While you were cutting the ingredients for the salad, you accidentally cut your finger with the knife. You let out a loud "Ouch!" and immediately after hearing, Michael came over, scolded you for not being careful enough, washed and bandaged your finger.

He gently took your hand in his huge one. You couldn't believe how big his hands were which made you think... how big his member must be?

Since the cut was deep and you had blood all over, he had to wash your hand very well before bandaging it. He was doing it very gently. His long fingers were rubbing against your skin, between your fingers, on top of your hand... but as they reached your palm and rubbed there, you felt goose bumps all over your body. The thought about his member and its size came back in your head. You looked at his hands again and damn.. he must be long and thick just the way every woman likes it. You felt the same wetness from before was about to form between your legs again. You were glad when he finished washing your hand but bandaging it wasn't any better. You couldn't explain to yourself why his touch made you feel like this! Was it because you found him hot or was it because you've spent a long time without the touch of a man, and now that there was one around, your body was craving for him?

For the rest of the night you couldn't take your eyes off of him. You had to admit it, you found him quite hot and handsome! On top of that, he had a great personality. You wished you met him before Jacob or better... you wished you had never met Jacob. However, after dinner you did the dishes. Now were drinking a warm tea before going to bed.

"YN?" Michael broke the silence that was between you the whole day.
"Yeah?"
"I wanted to ask you something all day but..."
"You can ask me anything!"
"It's a stupid question but.. do you think that if things happened differently, if there was no Jacob in your life, that you could have fallen in love with me and we could have made this thing work?" he was looking down at the floor. After thinking about it for some time
"Yes. I think yes. But I don't know, I guess it was faith."
"Yeah, you're right. We weren't meant to be a couple... Well, I guess I'm gonna get ready for bed."
"Yeah, me too. You can take the shower first."
"Alright." and he headed for the bedroom.

After he got out, it was your turn. You took your shower, put another of those crazy underwear that your mom and Michael's sisters put in your suitcase, then wore above the silk robe and were ready for bed. You decided to tell Michael goodnight so you went back into the living room. You found him making the sofa, placing the pillow on the one side and then laying out the blanket. You felt little embarrassed so you decided to pretend you've come for a glass of water.

"I'm thirsty..." you said, while going to the kitchen and filling one glass up.
"Oh wait don't!" he said all of a sudden.
"Why?"
"You can't wet your finger, forgot?" he quickly came to you and took the glass from your hands."Here, I'll take it to your room. If you want the place to heal, no water at all for a few days!"
"Thanks." you said.

But then as you were walking together you suddenly tripped all over yourself and were gonna fall when Michael managed to grab you by the robe. Unfortunately, he lost his balance too and the both of you found yourselves on the floor with him on top of you. The glass slipped from Michael's hands and there were pieces of glass all over the floor, water too. You noticed your robe was almost off, showing your half naked body and the sexy underwear you were wearing. This must have happened when Michael tried to grab you, he accidentally pulled it off.

The two of you froze there. Michael couldn't stop himself from looking at your body. The weight of his body was pleasurable to you and you felt his left leg was between yours. You also felt his sweet breath on your face. You heard his heart pounding fast inside his chest and his eyes, they were wet.

"I'm v-very sorry..." he said while getting off of you but you quickly put his hand on his chest and grabbed his shirt really tight
"Don't!" what the hell were you doing? You were telling him to stay on top of you? You were not thinking anymore with your brain, instead, your heart and body took control over you. You pulled his shirt closer to you and with his shirt, his body too.
"YN..." he whispered in your face "Why are you playin' with me, girl? Tell me?" you couldn't think about anything else except for the weight of his body and his sweet breath. He placed his right hand on your cheek and caressed it, going down your neck. You closed your eyes and moaned. He saw you were enjoying his touch so his hand went lower to run it over your breasts and belly and next thing you noticed, he was unclipping your bra. The clip was on the front so he did it very easy. Your chest was now bare, revealing your soft breasts to Michael. They were like a temptation for his hands so without any hesitation he put his hand on one of them, gently squeezing it. Damn, you wanted this so badly! Your body was thirsty for a man and it was time you let it drink. You begun moaning when he took your nipple between his long, skillful fingers and while playing with it, said

"Do you know what I've always wanted to do?" you looked him in the eyes. "This." and he pressed his lips against yours. They begun moving in synchrony. The kiss was so soft and passionate, he was kissing you so slowly, making you go insane. Then he tried to insert his tongue in your mouth to see if you would allow him and you gave him all the access he wanted. His tongue was deep inside your mouth, playing with yours. The feeling of his soft, wet tongue touching and caressing yours, begun forming a hot ball  between your legs. Your breasts were rubbing against his chest and his curls were falling down your face.

While kissing, you felt something hard touch your thigh. It was his member and damn, he was as hard as wood! You moved your leg up and down so that you'd be able to determine his length and thickness. It seemed big to you and you couldn't help it but imagine this piece of wood inside you, rubbing against your walls. You felt your juices flow between your legs. You were so wet and couldn't stop it.

He must have noticed his erection because he gently moved it away while kissing your lips. This didn't make you happy at all.

"No!" you whispered "Keep it there, I wanna feel it..." you've never before talked like that to a man even to Jacob! What was going on with you?

He obeyed and put it back but this time between your legs. He begun rubbing himself against your burning womanhood. You had to stop the kiss in order to gasp for air because this drove you crazy. You threw your head back  in pleasure and he used the situation to kiss your neck.

He begun rubbing harder making you moan more and louder. You held tightly on to his shoulders and felt even more of your juices flow.

"Don't stop!" you told him through your heavy breathing. You felt as if you were in a sauna.
"You're so damn wet, girl..." he whispered in your ear. He felt your wetness through his pants? You must have been really, like really wet! "Do you want me down there, girl?"
"Yeah..."
"Do you wanna feel me deep inside you?"
"Yes... please... " he took your shivering body in his arms and got up, carrying you towards the bedroom.

You went inside, he kissed you and gently placed you on the bed, with your legs spread wide apart. You just couldn't close them...

Your face was hell red, whole body shivering, you were little scared because you have done it in a long time, panties were wet and the bra was somewhere in the living room. Michael stood in front of you and you watched him take off his shirt. His eyes were glued on you and glistened with lust and passion.

He glided his hands down and begun taking off his pants...
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