This is the second imagine about arranged marriage, as promised. Tell me which one you like better so that I'll update it more frequently.

"YNNN!"
"Yes, boss?" he opened the kitchen door and walked in.
"There are 3 men at the bar askin' for you.."
"Oh God..." you placed the salad on the table and quickly walked over to your boss. "Boss..." you came even closer because you didn't want your colleagues to hear you "can you please hide me.." you whispered with pleading eyes and shaking hands, squeezing your uniform because you were  nervous.
"Girl, this is the 3th time you want me to hide you from them!" he furrowed his eyebrows in suspicion and asked "Have you done something wrong?"
"No!" you replied.
"Are you a criminal?"
"Boss no, I swear to you! I.. it's not what you're thinking..."
"Then what is it?" you didn't want to tell him. "You better speak up girl 'cause you scarring the shit out of me! I am an honest person and I don't want criminals working in my restaurant and those men outside look like gangsters! What the hell do they want from you??! And why do you associate with gangster?! What business do you have with them??"
"Mr. Sam, I just..."
"You're a great employee and do your work perfectly but I'm warning you.... speak up now or you're fired. I am too old to take risks!"
"Oh no! Anything but that! I promise I'm not a criminal don't fire me, I need this job but it's just that I am embarrassed to tell you... but I guess I'll have to... They are gangsters yes... but I don't have anything to do with them! Years go, before my parents died, they took money from their boss and didn't pay them back. Few weeks ago they came to me and told me I had to give them the money and I didn't even know about it!" you felt like crying.
"How much do they want?" you sighed because the sum you were going to say was big.
"5 million dollars."
"WHAT?" your boss said out loud causing everybody to look at you. "That's a lot of money!"
"I know..."
"They can kill you for this much money!" you felt the tears in your eyes and he noticed "Listen, I didn't wanna make you cry but this is serious shit, girl! What are you gonna do?"
"I don't know." you wiped the tear away.
"You can't hide forever!"
"I know but I don't have the money either... I have 2 jobs but I'll never earn so much money no matter what I do!" he sighed. Two ordinary jobs, each brought you about 1000 dollars weren't gonna save your ass. You had no family to help you, you were completely alone. Your friends moved to another city but even if they were here, they had no money to lend you. Sometimes you even thought it'd be better if they killed you so that it could be over once and for all.
"Listen, I'm gonna say you're not here and make them leave but you can't hide forever, YN."
"Thank you so much boss."
"Now get back to work."
"Yes." at least he understood your situation...

How did your parents make such a big debt? And why the hell did they hide it from you? It wasn't fair, it wasn't your debt but those people were gangsters and they didn't care. You had to do something because this was getting worse with every day that passed.

2 hours later

After you finished work, you headed home but got out through the backdoor because you were afraid those people could be waiting for you outside. You couldn't wait to return home because tonight was the Michael Jackson interview!! You remembered when you first saw Oprah's commercial you almost choked on your juice from happiness! Michael Jackson was your most favorite entertainer and the reason why you loved him so much was because he was such a good person who cared about the poor and sick children. Seeing good people like him was a rarity nowadays.

You run as fast as you could to catch the bus and after 30 minutes you got home. Your neighbors were already waiting for you in front of the TV.

"Did I miss it?" you asked, still trying to catch your breath from all the running.
"No, it has just begun, c'mon!" you threw your purse on the floor and sat in front of the TV next to everybody else, with eyes glued on the screen.

Hi Michael! he walked in his living room and extended his hand to shake Oprah's.
Hi. he shyly said.
Thank you for inviting me here! Oprah said.
No problem, it's my pleasure. they sat on the beautiful chairs.

"Michael's home is so beautiful.. I wish I could go there!" one of the girls said.
"Shhhh! I wanna watch!" but they shushed her.

Michael, I wanna start off by asking you about the "Heal the world foundation"... can you tell us more about it?
Sure! he smiled so politely. It's an organization for children to help and teach them about various things like drug abuse, illnesses and

after a while they switched to another topic.

Do you date? Do you go out?
Yes.. he blushed.
Who is your date?
Well.. he blushed even more.. right now it's Brooke Shields but we try to not be everywhere, I don't like being out in the media so I'll go to her house and she'll come over.
I wanna ask you something and it's really embarrassing but I'm gonna ask you anyway... are you a virgin?
How can you ask me that question! he placed his hand on his forehead and became red. He was so so cute...
I just wanna know!
I'm a gentleman... he smiled.
Okay... so I would interpret that you think a lady is a lady and therefore-
I would not like to speak about that openly because is very personal, you know..

Then she switched the topic and they begun talking about his father. You all started crying when you heard about the way he abused him! You just couldn't believe it! Poor sweet Michael and the things that he had to go through at such a young age... By watching the interview you could tell he was such a gentleman, sweet and sensitiv guy, incapable of hurting even a fly! He didn't deserve that at all! Poor baby... you wanted to take him in your arms and take care of him.

When the interview was over you spent hours talking about it with your friends! It was the best interview you've ever seen in your whole life!  You were so excited that you couldn't fall asleep.

Meanwhile at Neverland
Michael Jackson's POV

"Thank you so much for this interview, Michael!" she extended her hand for a shake and I took it.
"No problem, Oprah, it was my pleasure!" I did my best to fake a smile. I just escorted her and her lousy crew to the gates, and couldn't wait for them to hit the highway.
"I had so much fun, Michael and my crew too! And thanks for letting us eat all that candy!" she laughed out loud, feeling no shame at all.
"You're welcome, Oprah, it was my pleasure!" yeah right... that bitch and her crew devoured all of the candy. Now I gotta purchase new shit. We said goodbye to each other and they left.

FINALLY!!!! I was starting to worry they would never leave 'cause they kept on blabbering shit like 'oh Michael, you're great, you the biggest star blah blah blah' as if I didn't know that already. They were so jealous of me like everybody else.

However, I headed straight to the bedroom to give myself a little treat. I was so tired after this loooong day.

knock knock

"Come in!" who the hell was this!!!??
"Mr. Jackson... " the maid came to disturb me again. I just got rid of Oprah and her people but now what!!??
"What this time, Maria?" I was so pissed! I was about to go in my bathroom and masturbate with the new porn magazine after a long day of work... give myself a little pleasure but she interrupted me. Damn...
"We washed your shirts as you said but..." she hesitated to finish her sentence.
"What?" I impatiently said. Like... bitch open your mouth and spit the shit out! I wanna go in the bathroom as soon as possible and do some manly work!
"Well, I think you should come see..."
"What the hell was this woman!! 'I think you should come see'" I made her voice "You better not be wasting my time!" I pointed my finger at her to warn her. "'cause I got some serious shit to do!" this thing in my pants was haaaaaard and needed to be taken care of as soon as possible.

I followed her downstairs in the washing room, where Esmeralda was waiting.

"Mr. Jackson.." she begun "we messed up a little, we're really sorry!"
"You messed up what?"
"Your shirts..."
"What??? Let me see!" I ordered.
"Okay but please don't get angry!" i walked over to her and the basket with my clean shirts.
"Move yo ass, woman! I wanna see." after she hesitantly took a step away, i pulled a few shirts out of the basket and to my utmost surprise they were all colourful like the rainbow.
"Oh God..." i placed my hand on my forehead. Those bitches fucked up my shirts!!! "Are you women crazy!!! Look at this!" i showed them the shirt in my hands "What the fuck is this?"
"We're sorry Mr. Jackson..."
"I pay you to wash my fuckin' clothes and what do I get now?? A fucking rainbow!"
"Mr. Jackson we didn't know this could happen, we're so sorry!" they begun apologizing.
"What do you mean you didn't know!? When I hired you, your resume said 10 years experience in this field! And what now... it turns out you can't wash my fuckin' shirts properly! Where was your mind when you mixed white with colors! Ha??"
"I thought the fabric wouldn't st-"
"You thought.. well you better stop thinking, woman 'cause it's doing you only bad! If I wear this in public, the first thing I'll see in the papers will be 'Jacko has officially lost his mind' or something like that.." I sighed "I can't believe this.. I have to do everything myself. I just hope you won't destroy the house some day because you think too much! Now I'm afraid to let you cook... you might blow up the kitchen..."
"Mr. Jackson, we'll fix it, please don't fire us!"
"Oh please stop talking! I can't listen to you anymore! Here's what we'll do..
"Yes?"
"I'll go to my room and you'll leave me the fuck alone! Don't disturb me, you got that, women?" they nodded "Fine." I wasn't in the mood to deal with those bitches. They made my dick soft as sausage... damn!

I scurried to my room and took the magazine in my hand. I needed little stimulation to make Mikey hard again and damn that bitch had boobs! Probably fake but so big and juicy... I could stick my dick between them! And look at her butt... I'm hard again. I stuck my hand in my pants and grabbed my throbbing cock, rubbing it up and down. If that bitch was here now, I'd bust her pussy with my massiv hard cock! Yeah... but I'd let her suck me first 'cause I love blowjobs so much. I begun stroking myself faster and it felt so damn good! A whole fucking day I had to work and endure phony Oprah and her lazy crew... I deserved a little pleasure now... Oh yess... I picked up speed and could feel my peek so close... That magazine bitch's mouth is so pumped up but would do great job at sucking me.. Oh God I was so close! Almost there.. Ahhh... I begun moaning louder when suddenly..

Ring Ring

What the hell now! Who was calling me?? Damn it! A man couldn't masturbate in piece in his own fucking home!

I got up and picked up.

"What the hell do you want, Sam?"
"Woww, Mikey, I see you're in a good mood as usual!" he laughed.
"Hahaha very funny.. you interrupted me, you know that?"
"Oh I'm sorry.."
"What do you want?"
"To tell you that I watched your interview and it was great!"
"Thanks."
"By the way, I thought you broke up with Brooke Shield because of Lisa Marie!"
"I did."
"Then why did you say you were dating her?"
"Because I was on TV, what do you want me to say the truth? That the whore cheated on me and then came to beg my forgiveness??"
"Well, you're right.."
"I know!"
"But what about Lisa?"
"That bitch is soooo manipulative I can't stand her! She wanted to control me, can you imagine this? So I broke up with her."
"I'm so sorry to hear that, Mike.."
"Don't be! That whore couldn't suck a dick properly, anyway!"
"Hahahaha! I swear you're gonna kill me some day, man!"
"It's not funny, it's the truth!" my boner disappeared again when I mentioned those two money-thirsty foxes and remembered Lisa's lousy blowjobs... damn it. Looked like I wasn't gonna masturbate tonight.
"Well, I actually wanted to ask you... I got this new red whine and thought maybe we should meet tomorrow to try it and just hang out, you know..."
"Sure, sounds good. Come to Neverland and as a matter of fact I have so many things to tell you!"
"How about 5pm?"
"No.. I got this very important meeting I have to attend but 7 is better."
"Okay... about your new CD?"
"No, it's a about this business deal with sheikh Abdulah Sal Amid."
"Hooo... so it gotta be real important, ha?"
"I can tell you this... if I make the deal tomorrow, I'll be one of the richest men in the world and won't have to work in the entertaining business anymore and you know how much I hate showbiz."
"Wowww! Congrats Mike! This is great!"
"Yeah! I'll  buy myself a whole island somewhere in the south and enjoy my fuckin' life!"
"Will you take me with you, man?"
"Sure! You won't have to work at that stinky restaurant either!"
"Amin to that! But... you sound  so certain and confident as if you've already made the deal... what if things go wrong?"
"They won't go wrong you fool! Have you forgotten?"
"What?"
"I'm Michael fuckin' Jackson!"

Next day, 5pm

"Mr. Jackson, I came here to tell you personal that no deal!" my jaw dropped when I heard the sheikh's words.
"What do you mean no deal?!!" I couldn't believe it. "I thought we had everything settled.. we even talked about it already and I.. I was ready to invest and .."
"We tink a lot wit my people and said we can't make deal wit you!"
"But why?? I'm Michael Jackson!" I felt how my knees became week all of a sudden.
"Yes, yes but you has no wife!"
"So what!!??"
"We Muslim and Muslim like wife, marriage! You no marriage, we don't business wit no wife men!"
"Let me get this straight Mr. sheikh... you're telling me you don't want to sign the contract because I'm not married?"
"Yes, yes!"

Oh my dear Lord, please kill me now! I couldn't believe it! I knew Muslim people cherished marriage so much but to give up on this huge deal just because I was single... Oh Jesus, please help my keep my cool because I'm gonna get up and mummify him in his long white robes then burry him in the sand at the beach!

"But this deal is very important to me, Mr. Amid! Can't we work things out?"
"No sorry. Allah says to not have business wit unmarried person! If you has wife den different den we can make deal and sign contract!" he nodded his head smiling. His terrible accent was so annoying...

But I couldn't find myself a wife! I've been trying so hard ever since I got 25, to find a decent girl to marry and have a family of my own but I just couldn't so in the end I gave up. They all see the star in me that earns 250 million... they want my fuckin' money and not... me. All the relationships I've been in, they all had sad endings with me being robbed and hurt.

"But to show you dat sheikh not bad I decided to give you time to find wife and marry! Den we can sign contract!"
"Give me time?"
"One mon."
"Excuse me?"
"One mon!" he said louder.
"Do you mean month?"
"Yes, dis too. One mon time! If you find wife, den we do deal! Sheikh good, sheikh not bad! Sheikh give Michael time because Michael big star!"
"Well, thank you, Mr. Amid." I sarcastically said because I knew that my dream to leave the show biz was doomed.
"Sheikh want make deal too because sheikh have 40 wife!"
"40 wives!!??" I asked in amazement.
"Yes! Wife want money!"

Okay now God was simply making fun of me. How could he give someone 40 wives and not even one to me!!??

At the end of the day, I had no deal, no dreams and still no wife. Could my life get any better?

When I returned home, I found Sam who  has just gotten there. He greeted me with big smile on his face.

"Well, Mike, let's go and have a toast to your new life!" but I didn't reply only stood there "Hey what's up man!? Don't you remember... deal, toast, whine?"
"There's no deal..." I plumped on the chair.
"What!??? What do you mean... I thought you had everything planned and.."
"They don't want to have business relationships with unmarried man like me."
"Oh God... I'm so sorry, Mike." he placed his hand on my shoulder.
"My life sucks... "
"No, it doesn't!"
"Yes, it does... I've been having only bad luck lately." he sighed and we remained silent for a minute.

Then he said

"Mike.. those people want you to be married, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, why don't you do it?" I looked at him, not knowing what he was talking about.
"What???"
"Just for the deal, man! They want to see you with a wife but they don't care if she really is your wife, you get that?"
"Sam," I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Yes?"
"You're a genius!!!!" and kissed his forehead.