Michael's POV

I stare down at Tatiana who is fast asleep on my chest, as I run my hand through her hair.

She loves me.

I couldn't help but smile thinking about it. She finally said it--she loves me. Sweeter words were never spoken--and the way she said it...

She really loves me.

I rub her back slowly as she moves her leg, which is tangled up with mine.

"I love you...."

I feel my heart race replaying her words in my head. It was late in the night and I haven't fallen asleep yet thinking about it.

I had my baby girl back. She is in love with me, and I'm in love with her.

My smile grows wider, as I look out the window biting my lip. Nothing else in the world remotely  mattered anymore. Not the press, the past, the letters....

The letters.

I freeze slightly as I swallow hard coming back to reality. It didn't matter how happy I was, or how in love we are. Someone out there obviously didn't care--but the question is....

Who?

I look down at Tatiana as I close my eyes. I didn't care about anything else anymore--just her.

If someone was to hurt her, who knows what I'd do.

"Michael..." she mumbles in her sleep, resting her hand against my bare chest.

I look down at her as she stays silent. I gently kiss her head.

"I'm here....I'm here, baby." I whisper softly.

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"Miiiiiichaeeeel..." a soft voice sings softly in my ear before kissing my jaw.

I groan rolling away sleepily as a soft giggle rings out.

"Baaaaaaaaby...." she says crawling on top of me as I lazily open one eye. I couldn't help but smirk seeing her in my flannel shirt. She's had a habit on stealing my clothes and I didn't mind one bit.

It was pretty sexy.

"Wake up." she smiles as I close my eyes again.

"Please no." I moan tiredly.

"But today is the concert...." she giggles excitedly as I furrow my eyebrows.

"It is?"

"Yes! How could you not know?!"

"I can barely remember what city I'm in, Tati. Much less what my schedule is."

"Well get up. Because you have alot to do."

"No. Stay here with me." I mumble grabbing her hips as she straddles me.

"But I'm hungry, and we have to hurry."

I close my eyes sleepily, moving my head away still holding onto her. "Michael Jackson is never late, everyone else is just to early."

She laughs and kisses my brow as I chuckle open my eyes slightly. "How about one right here?" I point to my lips .

She smiles and leans down again kissing me sweetly, as I smile looking up at her, brushing her hair out of her face. "Can you tell me again?" I ask shyly. She giggles staring in my eyes.

"Michael, I love you."

I grin biting my lip. "Again?"

"I love you." She smiles.

"One more time?"

She laughs leaning down, her lips touching mine as she whispers;

"I love you." she presses her lips against mine, as I slowly wrap my arms around her deepening the kiss. She moans softly as I slip my tongue in her mouth, completely lost in the moment as Tati slides her hands down my chest slowly grinding on me slowly.

"Tatiana...." my breath sharpens feeling her hips roll into mine, as I kiss on her neck. I close my eyes swallowing hard as I feel myself immediately grow hard. "Baby--s-stop..." I moan out slightly.

She immediately pulls away blushing deeply as I smirk slightly trying to catch my breath.

"Damn..." I breathe out closing my eyes.

"Sorry..." she smirks as I look up at her chuckling.

"Keep playing with me babygirl, and you will be." I mumble sitting up. I kiss her head chuckling. "I have to keep my eyes on you. You're sneaky."

"But you love me...."

"That's the problem." I chuckle. "I love you so much, I spoiled you. You need to be disciplined."

"I agree." she teases as I laugh.

"Don't worry. I'll get payback when the time is right." I chuckle."Call room service and get some food, before I end up doing something you'll regret." I laugh going in the bathroom, closing the door.

Tatiana's POV

"Thank you..." I say in the phone before hanging up. I flop back in the pillows as I turn on the television sitting back watching a segment on MTV about Michael, and the phone begins to ring.

I sigh rolling over on my stomach answering;

"Hello?"

"Is this Tatiana?" someone asks as I furrow my eyebrows.

"Yes.....who is this?"

"This is Pete from People Maga--"

"Who was that?"

I turn around seeing Michael holding a towel around his waist, his body and curls dripping with water from the shower. I blush slightly clearing my throat looking down.

"People Magazine." I say hoarsely.

His eyes widen. "Damn it..." he whispers. "They got my room number?!" he shakes his head sighing out as he looks over at me. "--did they know it was you?"

I wince slightly and nods, burying my head in my hands. I totally forgot this was Michael's room; and that the press or public didn't know I was back on tour. And God knows what story they will spin up next--

"I-I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking and I--"

He shrugs smiling slightly. "It's okay."

I furrow my eyebrows looking up at him as he chuckles softly.

"It really is. Besides, I'll fix it tonight." he smiles. "You'll see...."

I raise a curious eyebrows as he comes over kissing my head, before grabbing clothes out of his drawer. "I'll call Frank and let him know they got this number. Just don't pick it up if it rings..." he says going in the bathroom.

"How are you gonna fix it?" I ask curiously. I hear him laugh from the bathroom.

"Just be prepared for tonight."

Paul's POV

"Paul?"

I look up at Latoya slowly, rubbing my bottom lip.

"Paul, you've been staring in space for the past hour not saying anything--" she says giggling slightly, sticking her fork in her salad. "Something on your mind?"

I give a slight smile before leaning in from across the table staring at her seriously. "What if I told you we could leave this place?"

"What?" she furrows her eyebrows wiping her mouth.

"What if--" I say slower. "You and I could leave this place. Would you?"

She stays silent, looking down. "I-I don't know..."

"Come on Latoya....I've been here for almost 4 weeks--and even though Jack isn't here right now. I can't stand this place. And the stuff he does to you? Don't you want to be free? Why stay with a guy who is beating the crap out of you?"

She breathes in putting her fork down, as she gets up tossing her napkin on the table. "I can't talk about this." she says softly before getting up walking away.

"Toy--" I sigh as she runs up the steps leaving me alone in the kitchen.

I swallow putting my head in my hands running a hand over my face. I needed to get out of here--I needed to get back to Tatiana.

It was time to make a plan.

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Sorry this was lightweight short and boring. But I plan on having some shizzle go down in the next chapters.  I just didn't update in a while and some of you guys were understandably anxious--and also I brought Paul back.

And yes Prince will be coming back soon.

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