While still locked in the handshake because he wouldn't let my hand go, he said

"So, YN.... how well can you use your mouth?" and smirked.

"Excuse me?" I didn't understand what he was saying, so I hoped he would repeat what he meant.
"Ahem." Sam cleared his throat and prodded Michael with his elbow in the ribcage, making him jump a little.

What was going on here?

"Don't mind Michael, YN, he was just kidding!" about what?
"I wasn't..." Michael said in a low, husky voice that sent shivers down my spine, but Sam awkwardly laughed, obviously faking it, then said
"Well, Michael, aren't you gonna invite us in?" quickly changing the topic. "It's getting cold outside, right YN?" I nodded my head "Besides, I bet YN wants to see the house, right?"
"Oh yes, I do!"
"See?!"
"Don't worry, Sam, I'll show YN everything she wants to see..." he licked his lips, looking at me.

I just met him and he was already making me so nervous and weak. His aura was so strong to the point that his presence was like a shadow that loomed over me, to keep me under his control.

"See, YN, I told you Michael was nice! Let's go now!"

We headed for the house. Michael and Sam were walking next to each other, talking about some man they knew, and I was walking right next to Michael. I was first standing next to Sam, but they somehow switched places and I ended up next to him. His cologne was strong and manly, it filled my lungs and I wanted to get even closer to him, but on the contrary of what I wanted, I kept a distance between us because I was too embarrassed. Like, I made a fool out of myself in front of Michael few minutes ago! I didn't want this to happen again, so I decided to talk less and stay away from... my future husband.

However, I couldn't help myself but to steal few glances of his perfect face and body, from time to time, while we were walking to the house.

He looked exactly like the Michael Jackson I've seen on TV, even more handsome. He also looked slimmer and taller in person, but his voice wasn't as soft as it was on TV.

We finally got inside the house and I felt like a child who had entered a room full of candy for the very first time in their life!

His house was soooo beautiful! There were so many paintings and statues for decoration, I couldn't believe it! Then I almost freaked out when we entered the living room where Oprah's interview was! OMG I just watched him in this room a few days ago and now I was about to sit down in the very same room with him, and talk to the very same man that was being interviewed! You never knew what life had for you.

"So YN, " Michael begun, making me shiver when I heard him say my name "I think I should explain you a little more about the.. job I want you to do for me." I nodded my head, blushing under his intense gaze. "Why don't we sit down first?" he motioned with his hand, suggesting me to sit in the chair right in front of his. Sam sat next to him, and Michael begun. I was trying so hard to keep myself focused and to not look around the room like some little curious child.

"As I'm sure Sam already told you, the job is very delicate..." he said. "I'm doing business with... or should I say I'm trying to do business with Muslims, but the problem is, as you may already know, marriage is very important to them, therefore, they want to do business with married men only..."
"I understand.. Mr. Jackson." I didn't know how to call him, that's why I said Mr.
"I need a woman who's willing to marry me just for the media so that I'll get the contract I want with the Arab sheikh.

Arab sheikh?! Wow... so Michael worked with sheikhs!!?? Well, he was the biggest star in the world, after all.

"As my wife..." he went on "you'll have to follow me everywhere I go! Fly with me around the world 'cause I'm a busy man and I do travel a lot... that's why I want to know.. do you have family here? Someone because of whom you can't leave?"
"No, I don't. My parents are dead and I don't have a boyfriend..."
"Good. This would also mean you're gonna be in the media. Do you think you can handle it?"
"I think so... but what will happen with me after we get divorced? I mean with the media and stuff?"

Last thing I needed was a crowd of Michael Jackson's fans chasing me because I "hurt" and "divorced" him. Can you imagine that?

"I know what you mean.. don't worry. I'll say a few good words about you on TV after we've divorced, I'll also put the blame on me, so that you won't have problems with no body." he assured me. "Have you ever been on TV before?"
"No."
"In the public eye?"
"No."
"Okay, this is gonna be harder than I thought, but not impossible. Also, I want you to fool everybody that we're a happy couple, especially sheikh Abdullah! I'm sure he'll want to see you and make sure we're a real couple before he signs the contract with me. Do you think you can fool everybody? Do you think you can do this, YN?" I gulped down and said
"Yes, I'll do it." but why did he ask me? He already gave me 5 million dollars to settle my debt? I thought I was already into this. "But you already gave me 5 million dollars.. how can you ask me if I want to do it?" he smirked and said
"Well,  took that risk because I knew that... " his voice got low again "in case you declined the job... there are methods to pay me back that 5 million..." his eyes were filled with fire, staring right into my soul.
*Sam clears throat* "Go easy on her, Mike" *clears throat*
"But no need to talk about that because you said 'yes', right?!" he smiled to reveal his white pearls. "So, got any questions?"
"Yes, am I going to live... here?"
"Of course! What did you think, girl! How are we supposed to fool the world if you live at the other end of the city!!??"
"You're right.."
"I always am." wow.. I had to admit he was very self-confident. The way he talked, moved and gave orders around, so different from the shy, quite Michael on TV... and the way he was looking at me... his eyes were so "YN! YN!" he snapped with his fingers, making a loud sound that brought me back on Earth.
"Yes?" Sam was giggling.
"Damn girl... you get distracted so easily! I was telling you to get your stuff and move in tomorrow. You'll also need some clothes and... I gotta send you to my stylists. Give me your address and I'll send some people to you in the morning!"
"Okay."
"After they're done with you, you're coming here and we'll start practicing for the public. Got any questions?"
"No, I understood everything."
"As for the payment... don't worry. I'm generous with people that help me."

Afterwards, he sent me home.

I still didn't know if this was real or not.

Tomorrow I was moving in Michael Jackson's Neverland.

Shit is about to go down in next chapter! I'll try to update Dracula, Mafia Don, Silver Sins and ghost hunter next :)