Michael had been gone on for a whole month in New York. He was working on his album Thriller and had to go to Epic Records to tie up a few loose ends. The sacrifice? Leaving his poor fiancé (magnificent little me) all alone. I was staying at our condo in California as I had my own job as an actress.

"I knew it!" I screamed getting into my role. "John! You lying filthy piece of shit! Get the fuck out!"

"Oh shit! Mia! It's not what it looks like!" My co-worker Peter shouted back in his role.

"Oh really?" I smirked taking a step forward. I pulled out the prop gun from behind my back. "Maybe this ain't what it looks like either. Do you think there's bullets in it?" I asked sarcastically taking off the safety. "Try me motherfucker! I said get the fuck out!" I screamed waving the gun.

Amy (our other co-worker also in role.) screamed then ran off set.

"Mia, put the gun down!"

"The only thing going down in here will be a cap in your ass if you don't leave right now! You do not wanna mess with me John! I am a mad black woman with a gun! You lucky you still alive!" I yelled.

"Alright! Alright! I'm gone!"

Peter picked up some clothes then ran out the set door which I ran to next.

"And don't come back! I'm burning your shit!" I screamed then slammed the door.

"And...CUT! That's a wrap everyone!" The director shouted and everyone applauded. "Lex! Darling that was wonderful!" Our director Steven praised.

I wiped my forehead then walked over to his open arms. I hugged him tight as this was my last scene done for this movie.

"Well done kiddo. You did so well today."

"Thanks Steve." I said.

I ran around hugging everyone. I couldn't stay for the after party...I had a flight to catch.

I left the building with a large bouquet of red roses, a bottle of expensive champagne, a few boxes of chocolates and a photo album full of pictures of everyone I had worked with. Making this movie was a great experience for me.

********

After landing in New York at eight in the morning (Five in the morning back in California) I put on my shades and put on a large sunhat to keep off paparazzi. I had my bodyguard, Kenneth, trailing close by me.

I got into the awaiting limo outside the airport just as my hat fell off of my head and a fan noticed me.

"Oh my god! It's Lex!" The young woman screamed.

I did a quick wave then slid into the limo with Kenneth right beside me. I never liked his name so I always called him Kenny. A kind of soft nickname for such a heavy built guy but he didn't mind.

"Kenny?"

"Yeah."

"Did you call to make sure the hotel was all clear for when I get there?" I asked.

"Yep. It's all clear."

"Ok good. I want this to be a nice surprise for Michael. He might get suspicious if there's fans waiting outside." I sighed.

"He is Michael Jackson, Lex. He'll probably think they're his." Kenny laughed.

"That's true." I laughed too.

********

The drive was a short one and I hurriedly stepped out of the car and ran towards the hotel with Kenny on my tail. We stepped into the elevator then waited until it stopped on Michael's floor. We were greeted by Bill, Michael's head of security.

"Hey Bill! How have you been?" I said hugging him.

"I'm good thank you, Lex. I just switched with Brian. I'm glad I caught you. It's good to see you." He said smiling.

"You too. Is Michael back yet?" I asked eagerly.

"Brian told me he came up a few hours before I went on duty so he should be in his room." Bill said.

"Thanks Bill. Do you have a key to his room? I wanna surprise him."

Bill reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a black key card.

"Here you go. It's the room on the end."

"Thanks Bill. Oh and Kenny. You can go. I'll call you when I need you...I might be here for a while." I smirked then walked towards Michael's room.

I took a deep breath then pushed the key card into the slot and opened the door.

I looked around the living space. There was no sign of Michael.

"He must be asleep." I thought.

I walked over to another door and turned the handle. I was full of excitement.

"My man is behind this door!" I whispered to myself.

I peeked inside the door but then my big smile turned into a look of horror as I stared at Michael asleep in in his bed...with another woman's hands wrapped around him. I opened the door abruptly, waking the two. I just had to see if my eyes were deceiving me...sadly, they were not.

"Lex?!" Michael said shocked. "Oh shit." He whispered.

I looked back and forth between the two then I blacked out.

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"Lex! Lex! Baby, wake up." I heard him call.

My eyes began to open but my vision was blurry.

"That's it, baby. Look at me." He said.

I blink a few times then focused my vision on Michael who was fully clothed in black slacks and a red shirt. We were in the living room on the couch. Bill and Kenny were here too.

Was it a dream?

"What...What happened?" I asked groggily.

"You came in to see me and then you passed out, honey." Michael explained stroking my hair back.

How ironic that would have been. Me coming from shooting a scene about cheating then coming to find my fiancé cheating. I knew it couldn't have been real. I was dreaming. That's all...I hope...

"Where's the bathroom?" I asked standing up slowly.

"My en suite is the door on the left in the bedroom." He smiled at me sweetly.

Yeah. Definitely a dream. Why would he let me in the room otherwise?

I returned his smile then got up and walked to the room. When I walked in, the bed was made perfectly. Everything was neatly in its place. Expected from my perfectionist fiancé. I smiled thinking about how wonderful he is.

After using the bathroom. I started walking out of the bedroom but then stopped. I looked at the windowsill where a glass vase was placed. Something black was inside of it, Curious, I went over to look at it. I peeked inside the vase and pulled out the piece of black cloth that was inside only to drop them on the floor feeling disgusted.

A pair of black lace panties...

No...

I looked in the vase once more to find a sticky note and something was written on it in black sharpie.

It read: "I had fun last night. Call me when you ditch the bitch. Jessica xxx."

There was a phone number and a kiss in red lipstick at the bottom of the note. I crumpled it up and stuffed it in my pocket. I picked up the vase then walked back to the living area. I leaned on the doorframe looking at Michael who was looking out of the window. He turned around and smiled when he saw me.

"Hey beautiful." He said. "You feeling ok?" He asked.

I nodded smiling at the ground.

"Tell me, Michael." I paused then looked over to Bill and Kenny. "Would you excuse us?" I said politely. They both nodded then exited the room. "Now. Tell me. How long has it been since you've been...pleasured?" I purred.

Michael smirked then took a couple of steps towards me.

"Too long, baby. Too long." He said in a low tone.

I scoffed but then smiled widely again.

"An hour ago is too long is it?" I asked and Michael chuckled nervously.

"W-What are you talking about, Lex?" He said. "It's been a month."

I chuckled shaking my head then pulled the vase from behind my back. I looked down at it still laughing.

"You fucking liar." I laughed.

"What?" Michael asked playing dumb.

My smile dropped and I stared daggers into him.

"I said, you FUCKING LIAR!" I screamed throwing the vase in his direction.

He ducked and it shattered against the wall.

I grabbed another vase off a side table near me.

"Lex! Please! I can explain!" He pleaded.

"Explain what!?" I squeaked. I threw the second vase then grabbed anything in sight, throwing it at him.

"Lex! Please stop!" He yelled trying to dodge everything I threw.

"Explain how you came into my life when we were just kids! How I let you take my virginity! My innocence, when I was just sixteen," I threw a glass. "Explain how I was up with you all night every night when your insomnia kept you awake or when you were worried about something," I threw a wine bottle. "Explain how I spent EIGHT YEARS," I threw a book. "Devoting my life to you! Putting you first over my career because I was in love with you and cared about you so fucking much! How I wanted to be the mother of your children that you want so badly! How I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you and so I was faithful! This should be a really good story to tell!" I laughed but I was not amused one bit. "So tell me, Michael." I dropped my hands to my side and stared at him. I walked slowly to him until we were face to face. My voice cracked and tears welled up in my eyes as I spoke. "Tell me...how you could throw all of that away," I pulled out the crumpled note from my pocket and tossed it to him "...for a quick fuck." I whispered.

He picked up the note and read it then looked at me. He stared at me with so much guilt in his eyes that it made me sick. He opened and closed his mouth trying to make words but nothing came out. He started to cry.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. "Baby, I'm so sor-"

I cut him off with a hard slap to his face. He held his stinging cheek not daring to look at me.

I walked away from him to the door then turned and looked into his eyes. My tears began to fall now. I pulled off my engagement ring.

"No, no! Baby please!" He begged but I ignored him and threw him the ring.

He caught the ring looking down at it then back up to me.

"You may not be marrying me, but you did achieve one of our goals in life." I opened the door then looked back at him. "Congratulations...You're going to be a father." I whispered then walked out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

Before I could drop to my knees, Kenny caught me and held me close to his chest as I sobbed uncontrollably.

"What...what did I do wrong, Kenny?"

"Shh. It's gonna be ok, Lex. Don't do this to yourself, sweetheart. It's not good for the baby. It wasn't you. It was him. All him. Do you understand me?" He stroked my hair back then pulled me away from him a little looking into my eyes. "Can you walk down?" He asked.

I looked down at the floor feeling so embarrassed. He looked down at me and smiled before handing me his jacket then lifting me up in his arms. I hid my face in his chest managing to give Bill a faint wave as we passed him in the hallway. He looked at my tear stained face confused then headed for Michael's room while we stepped into the elevator. I used Kenny's jacket to cover my face as we rushed out of the hotel.

Michael's POV

I stood there seconds after Lex rushed out of my room with millions of emotions swirling in my mind.

I'm going to be a father?

I cheated on my fiancé.

I'm an idiot!

It was a mistake!

A huge fuck up. What is wrong with me!?

I suddenly felt angry with myself. I flipped the glass coffee table and the glass shattered just as Bill walked into the room. I ran out of the room past Bill.

"Mike! Where are you going?!" He yelled.

I ignored him and ran down the stairwell until I reached the lobby. Just as I spotted Kenny carrying Lex out of the elevator, I got caught.

Shit!

"Oh my god! It's Michael Jackson!"

I ran towards Lex but was stopped by some fans stood in front of me.

"Lex! Lex!" I yelled.

She couldn't hear me over the commotion. I tried to push past the people but now there were so many. I quickly ducked down then darted for the limo outside with the fans hot on my tail.

I was too late. I got a glimpse of her tear stained face and Kenny staring daggers at me as the car pulled away.

I was about to run after the limo but two pairs of hands grabbed my arms.

"Lex! Lex! No!"

"Mike, are you crazy!" Bill barked.

Brian, Bill and a few hotel body guards rushed me to the garage and placed me in the back seat. Bill got in next to me and scowled at me.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU MICHAEL!?" He shouted.

"Alright, Bill. I get it. I shouldn't have ran out." I mewled.

"No! You should've kept your dick in your pants! Don't think I didn't see you tryna sneak that girl down the fire escape!"

I started to cry again.

"I was just so lonely, Bill." I sobbed. "I never done that before! She was being so sweet to me and I-I-I..."

"Like every other fan girl would. Here's a little life tip for ya since you obviously didn't know this Mike. YOU DON'T FUCKING CHEAT ON THE WOMAN YOU ASKED TO SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WITH! She's out of your life and it's all your fault!" Bill looked away from me and took a deep breath then looked back at me. "My apologies Mr Jackson." He murmured in a more professional manner.

We drove to our next hotel in Silence. I silently cried as I stared out of the window.

I'm going to be a father...

But I broke her heart...

I'm a monster...

A sorry excuse for a man!

What have I done?

To be continued...