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Michaels POV

Ms. Nancy let go of the intercom speaker, and set it down lightly.

As soon as she did that, I ran to the closest exit, holding my stomach. I honestly wanted to throw up whatever I've been eating all day.

This increased my fear of planes, and I assure you I'm never riding one again.

Layla and Ms. Nancy followed close behind me, wanting to exit. I looked back at the both of them, making sure they're ready.

There were a lot of fans awaiting me outside, and we had to be careful or we were sure to be mauled, and torn apart. Layla, and Nancy wanted their identities concealed, so they had hoodies on, and tied them super tightly to the point where you could only see their eyes. It was quite funny actually.

I smiled back at them. "Are you guys ready?"

They both nodded affirmatively. "Lets go." Layla breathed out.

I looked forward, and pushed the door out. Almost immediately, I was bombarded with lights that emitted brightly from their cameras. Layla covered her eyes, as did Nancy.

It's something they weren't quite used to, and I haven't came accustomed to it either. This is why I always wear sunglasses, day or night.

I don't like when people look into my soul either. The eyes are the window to your soul.

The screams of my fans began to grow louder and louder. It was deafening, but it was love. I love them too. I waved at them, smiling brightly.

Like always though, the paparazzi, especially the American paparazzi traveled just to torment me, it was quite sickening.

One of them held up their microphones, begging me to answer his questions, along with the others.

"Michael! Is it true that you sleep in a hyperbaric chamber so you don't age? You look great though!"

"Michael, over here please! Is it true that you're having an affair with the two ladies behind you?"

"Michael?! Are you bleaching your skin!"

"Michael? Did you fuck those kids who came to your ranch?" He snickered.

I stopped dead in my tracks, a few feet away from the limo that would carry me out of this chaotic hell hole.

I looked at the paparazzi that made that obscene accusation. He had a look of shock on his face. He was astonished that I acknowledged him, or cared to listen to his question.

Anger began to boil in the depths of my stomach. A feeling or darkness over came my vision, and a hunger to be snap pulsed through my veins.

"HEY!" I bellowed, making everyone cease their conversations.

Everyone stopped moving, including Layla who was rubbing my arm trying to calm me down.

I could occasionally hear a few snaps from the cameras but overall, it was quiet.

I walked closer to the paparazzi, while everyone, including my fans made way for me to come through.

I respect them for not tearing me to shreds right now.

I looked him up and down, before poking his shoulder. "Look, I know the silly games you tabloids play, and I'm not here for it. Why don't you try to make good stories?" I asked, raising my brows.

"I wouldn't dare hurt a damn child. They are the image of God, and the innocence that could help the world in the mere future. They light up everyone's lives. Their presence is angelic, and they don't use me for money, or for fame, or anything of that matter." I rolled my eyes.

Everyone buzzed, and hummed, agreeing with what I said, throwing ugly grimaces at the reporter who asked those questions.

He raised his finger trying to defend what he said. "But Michael I-" I put my hand up, dismissing whatever else he had to say.

I put my hand on my sides, fighting the urge to beat the dumbass out of him. "Look, I'm trying to get to my hotel, chill out, and eat something. Make a nice story for a change. Let this be a lesson to you." I said calmly before walking away.

My fans began to applaud, and cheer me on.

I walked closer to my limo, and held the handle open for Nancy and Layla.

I got in, and closed the door. The man was still looking at me astonished. I winked at him before speaking up. "With all due respect, fuck you, my good sir." I clicked my tongue.

My fans cheered louder, clapping at my actions. The limo began to speed off to the hotel.

Layla's POV

I looked at Michael, who was breathing hard. His chest was heaving up and down, and he was looking out the window.

My mom pointed to the second section of the limo. "I'm going to give y'all some time to talk, I'll be back there. And Michael." My mom called out.

Michael looked over to her, with hurt in his eyes.

My mom smiled sympathetically. "I like the message you put out, good work. And cheer up, those tabloids have nothing better to do then sit around and talk shit." She told him before walking out.

I looked at Michael, who continued to stare soullessly out the window. That reporter took a large chunk out of him today.

I tapped his shoulder lightly, knowing he was in a tough position. "Michael baby, please, talk to me." I pleaded, hoping to gain his attention; a stare perhaps.

Michael stayed in his exact position for a few seconds before slowly turning his head to face me. He had anger written all over his face, and his arms were balled into fists. His eyes were dark, shallow, and lost all of its sparkle.

Michael is beyond pissed.

He's seeing red; incensed if you will.

Michael began to bit his lip, and clench his jaw before speaking up. "Them tabloids got some shit coming to them, they just don't know it yet." He said simply before looking at the window again.

I rubbed his back, not knowing what to do or say, all I could do is comfort him, but I don't think its enough. "Michael." I sighed."You don't have to get down to their level. They are grime, and scum, you don't to like that." I said seriously, tapping his shoulder again.

Michael snapped his head in my direction. "Sometimes its fun to get dirty." He smiled, before looking out the window again.

I huffed, sitting back in my seat. I looked out the window, watching the bright moon illuminate the night sky. I saw lots of city lights as we got down town.

After a few minutes, the driver ceased in the back entrance of this hotel. I assume this is where all the celebrities go.

I shook Michael or of his trance by tapping his shoulder lightly. "Baby, we're here." I smiled lightly at him.

I heard my mom shuffle in the back, before getting up to exit the limo.

"Cmon Michael, let's go." I said, he was still facing away from me.

Getting frustrated, I rolled my eyes, and used my hand to make him face me. When he did, there were tears streaming down his face, and the little eyeliner he had ran down his cheeks. His nose was red, and he was sniffling.

Immediately my face softened. "Cmon baby, let's go inside, so we can talk about this."

He nodded affirmatively before exiting the limo.

He wiped his tears before going through the back entrance. We greeted the guards who stood on both sides of the door. Once we walked in, we got a key from this lady.

"We are going to go on this elevator to the left so you're not seen Michael" she shook his hand. "How was the trip.

Our faces dropped, and the bell hopped scrutinized us confusedly.

I shrugged. "It was alright."

Other than the fact that we almost died, but it was cool.

I smiled at her, then looked back at Michael. He immediately grabbed my hand.

We walked on the elevator, and we quickly got on the floor we were supposed to.

The bell hopper put our luggage in our hotel already. We smiled and waved goodbye as she handed Michael the keys. She quickly sped off, and in an instant, as jetted in the hotel.

The chilly air blasted in my face, but I didn't mind. I looked around, observing the hotel, and the beds were made perfectly. All the lamps, toiletries, and decorations had a black, gold, and white scheme to it. The T.V was humongous as well.

Michael put his hands on his hips. "What ya think?" He smiled brightly.

I smiled back, walking to him. "It's amazing, by where's my mom?" I giggled.

He rolled his eyes playfully. "She down stairs at the all you can eat." He laughed.

I laughed with him, grabbing his hand; leading him to the bed.

I hopped on, along with him. I laid down, and Michael rested his head on my stomach, while the rest of his body was between my legs. I played with his curls softly, getting ready to open him up.

"So baby," I sighed. "Why were you crying earlier."

He breathed is sorrowfully. "Because." He paused. "Because those reporters are going to have a good story. They want to make you angry, so they can get bad pictures of you, and make a complete lie be the headline." He rolled his eyes.

"I hate tabloids, I hate them baby. And they had the nerve to sa-" he cut me off, finishing my rant.

"They had the nerve to say I fucked little children. Like for one I don't fuck, I make love, and for two, why would I touch a child. I wouldn't dare hurt a child after what I've been through growing up." His voice grew louder. "I would slit my wrists before I dare hurt a child." He told me, letting the warm tears stream down his face. I could feel them on my tummy.

I sat up, making Michael move off my stomach. He sat back on the bed, while I sat on his lap. His hands rested on my bottom, while I looked down at him.

I put a hand under his chin. "I know you aren't a child molester Michael. As long as you know you are telling he truth, that's all that matters. I believe in you, and so will your true fans. Let's the fake ones go, just like fake friends, and artificial people in your life." I shrugged.

He smiled at me, but he rebutted. "But-" i put my hands to his lips.

I moved my head down, kissing his lips softly. I put one of my hands on the back of his head to intensify the kiss. His tongue tickled my teeth, begging to enter, and we did. I got engulfed in his mouth. He pulled back, and went back in slowly, teasing me. He smiled against my lips, and I giggled.

I truly love this man.

I kissed down his jawline, speaking words ever so often. "Baby." I kissed his neck, rotating my tongue around his sweet spot softly. "Let's go." I paused to go back up to his lips. "Let's do something fun." I moaned into his mouth, before biting his lip.

He quickly picked me up, and laid me on his back, before speaking in a deep voice. "I'm down." He started rubbing the outside of my jeans.

I giggled taking his hands off my jeans. He started at me confused.

I giggled, rubbing his chest. "I want to have some real fun, you down to fool around?" I smiled, trying to rhyme.

He kissed my forehead, and say besides me. "Always. What are you trying to do?" He used his thumb to wipe my lipgloss of his lips.

I sat up and looked at him. "Something memorable. You're going to see." I clapped, smiling.

You'll see

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I didn't proof read so excuse errors.

- Kenny 💖