Michael's point of view

Man, I am so nervous about this. Why am I this nervous? It's no big deal to tell people you love them, right? I tell my fans I love them everyday, so why am I nervous to tell June I love her? Maybe I'm just scared she doesn't love me back... But she told me she was in love with me, right? So there is nothing to be afraid of. What if she thinks it's too soon? Oh boy, my hands are becoming sweaty, and my heart is beating faster and faster. 
I looked up at June, and noticed she seemed apprehensive of what I'm going to tell her. I took her hands in mine, and kissed them. She looks as nervous as I am... 

"What's going on, Michael? You're scarying me" she said.

"Don't be scared." I told her, trying to sound comforting. "I need you to listen to me very carefully, because I'm not used to say things like this, ok?"

She nodded. She didn't have a clue of what I'm about to tell her. 

"The day you walked into my life, I thought that I finally found a real friend. Someone that could cheer me up when I'm feeling low, someone I could have fun with, laugh with, smile with... And I was right. I really found a friend in you, and I feel so natural when I'm around you. You make me feel like I ain't just the superstar, you make me feel like I am just Michael." I marked a short pause, and put my hands on June's bare knees. "But then, I found myself falling in love with you. I was so scared to tell you this, I'm so glad you said it first." I laughed, and she laughed too. She seemed moved. "I was so afraid you didn't feel the same way about me. When you told me this, I felt my heart beating so fast into my chest, and at this particular moment I knew that telling you I care about you is a waste of time because it's much more than this." I marked a second pause, and brang my chair closer than hers. I interwined my fingers with hers. "What I'm trying to say is that I love you, June. I really, really do..."

She looked at me with a frown. Oh God, I knew it was too soon, I should have wait... How stupid I am! I ruined everything... 

"So you made me nervous as hell, just to tell me this wonderful love declaration?" she said with a smirk on her face. 

"Um, yeah... I'm sorry about th-..."

She cut me off, and kissed me like she never did before. She gave me a long, passionate tongue kiss. Wow! I told myself, as I was enjoying this kiss. After a few seconds, she pecked my lips and rested her forehead on mine. 

"I love you, Michael. I never loved anyone as much as I love you."

It feels so good to hear those words I've been craving to hear from her. 

"Say it again" I whispered. She made her way to my ear, and whispered "Je t'aime", which made my body shivers. She kissed me behind my ear, and whispered "Te quiero", then "Ti amo", and finally "Wǒ ài nǐ". She finally kissed my neck, and looked me deep in the eyes.

"Is that enough?" she asked, wipping my mouth because of the lipstick I had on it.

"I can't get enough of those words coming from your mouth" I sincerly said. 

"Well, you should be satisfied with this for now, because I'm hungry now!"

I laughed."Well, let's eat, then."

I oredered the famous "Blanquette de Veau", which is basically a veal ragout. To drink with this, the cook advised me to pick some red Bordeaux, and I did so. For dessert, I decided to pick what French people call a Paris-Brest, which is a cream puff filled with whipped cream. 

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June's point of view

Wow, it been a while since I didn't eat a French meal. It been actually ten years, since my grandmother died. She used to make some great French meals, and I loved it. She once made some snails, which are a French  specialty. Believe it or not, it seems disgusting when you think about the fact that you're actually eating snails, but it tastes good! But not as good as the meal I just finished. Oh.My.Godness. I never ate this good in my entire life. The blanquette and the Paris-Brest were just amazing. I thanked Michael like a hundred times, and we got inside because the wind became colder by minutes. I jumped on the bed and looked at the ceilling, smilling like an idiot. I couldn't help it, everything is just perfect the way it is. A few minutes later, Michael came onto the bed, his face burried in the pillow. 

"Feeling tired, Mikey?" I asked, turning by head to him.

"No, but I feel nervous already..." he said, his face still in the pillow. 

"Take off your shirt, I'm going to make you feel better"

"What? No, I don't-..." he said, looking at me in disbelief. 

"Mikey, it's ok. Take it off!"

"I don't want you to see me like this, baby... I'm disguting."

"Don't you ever say that again, Michael. You can't help this freaking disease. It's something you can't control..." I put my hand on his cheek. "Trust me, baby. Nothing, and certainly not this will make me run away."

He put his hand over mine, and gave me a little smile. After a few, he took his shirt off, and put it on the floor. There were little white spots all over his chest, but nothing to be disgusted about, honestly. Michael focuses on it just because he hates this so much about him. I think this disease makes him even more special to me: he is a fighter. 

"Wait a sec, I'll be right back" I said. I kissed his lips, and made my way to the bathroom to take some massage oils. My baby needs to relax, and I'm going to relax him as much as I can. 

When I came back in the bedroom, Michael was on his stomach. I made my way on top of him, and took some oil in my hands. 

"What a-..." Michael began.

"Shhh, just enjoy and relax" I asked him in a whisper. 

I began to massage his muscular shoulders. God, this man's thin, but he is so muscled. Well, he is a dancer, and dancers' bodies are just perfection. After his shoulders, I put Michael's black curly hair on one side, and decided to massage Michael's neck, using my thumbs. I heard a soft moan coming from his mouth.

"Are you ok?" I asked him. 

"Yeah, you can't imagine how much I'm enjoying." He said in a low voice. 

I smiled, and continued to massage him, lowering my hands along his spine. 

"Ok, turn around now" I asked him, getting off of him. 

As he was now on his back, I made my way back on top of him. He gave me a warm smile, and put his hands on my bare thighs. I leant down to him, and kissed his neck passionately, living a little hickey at the base of his neck. I then kissed his jawline, and finally kissed his lips, gently biting his lower lip. I felt one of his hand behind my neck to deepen the kiss, and the other one was placed on my butt. He straightened up, and was now sat on the bed, my legs wrapped around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and continued kissing him. His wandering hands were now on my thighs, under my dress. God, it's unbelievable how this man turns me on just by putting his hands on me. I broke the kiss a few seconds, and I decided to take the initiative to unzipped my dress, and to throw it on the floor. Michael looked at me, biting his lip and shaking his head. 

"So you can't hold on anymore?" He whispered, and I noticed his breath was fatser than usual. 

"Guess not..." I whispered back on his lips. 

Suddenly, I was on the back, and Michael was on top of me, placing kisses on my neck, then on my breast, and on my stomach. I let out a soft moan, and felt chills running through my entire body. I felt my legs becoming weaker and weaker. 

Knock knock...

This has to be a joke, right? Who the hell is this? It's like 11pm! 
Michael rose his head and looked at me. He seems as disappointed as I am. He grabbed his shirt on the floor, put it back on, and made his way to the door. I put the covers over me, and looked at the door Michael just opened. Of course, it's Frank. 

Michael's point of view

"I thought you'd be asleep by now. I hoped so." Frank said, a cigar in his mouth. 

"Well, I'm not, as you can see." I sternly said. 

"We need to talk, Michael." He commanded. "Meet me in the meeting room."

"So you want me to sleep, but you want to talk to me while it's 11pm? I don't understand right now."

"Ok Michael. I'll make this straight: you have to stop dating this girl. It's going to affect your carrer in a bad way. You can't do that. Did you think about your fans out there? What will they think about this, uh?"

I closed the door behind me, and looked at Frank with an angry look on my face.

"And I'll make this straight to you: you have to let me live my private life. I can deal with this, I'm not a child anymore. I'm a grown-up, and I'm madly in love with this woman in here" I said, pointing at the suite's door. "You're seriously getting on my nerves right now. I told you I won't leave her, because I'm happy with her, and that's all my fans want for me: to be happy. Don't you dare talk about my fans, you don't even know them, because all you see in them is the money they spend to buy my records. But me, I'm human, I have a heart, and I won't hurt them, never. They're the reason I am here today." I marked a pause as I began to raise my voice. "If you're not ok with any of my choices, I'll have to fire you." I calmy, but sternly said. 

"W-What? Michael, tell me you're not serious! We're friends, remember?" Frank began to panick. 

"Friends?" I sarcastically said. "You was my friend, Frank. But now, I don't even consider like this anymore. You're acting like your my boss all day long since I met June. What is wrong with you? I am your boss, and I don't have any order to get from you. You're here to plan my meetings, my schedule, to advise me on some buisness things." 

"She's changed you, Michael."

"No she didn't." I said, making my way back to the suite's door. "You're the one who changed, Frank. Now get back to normal, or I'll have to get myself a new manager. Goodnight now."

He didn't answer, and I didn't want to hear anything else coming out of his mouth tonight. Why is he so involved with my private life? Why is he so angry about the fact that I am in love and happy? He really has changed. We used to be very close, but now he is just distant and act all bossy with me.
When I came back into the bedroom, I laid down next to June, who was softly snoring. I kissed her cheek, and wrapped my arms around her bare waist. 
Frank ruined our moment, our first time, and I'm angry about it. This woman is so beautiful and sexy, and I really wanted to make love to her, to show her I really love her. I hope we'll have a second chance soon...

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