Michael's POV

"Tat?" I call out as I look around the hotel room. I walk down the hall looking around as I see a slight breeze blow through the curtains of the balcony windows. I slowly walk out seeing Tatiana staring in space at the view. 

She looks over at me and gives a small smile. "Hey.." she says softly . 

"Hey..." I take off my glasses tucking them in my shirt pocket, as I stand next to her. We remain in a comfortable silence as we stand close together, watching the sunset paint the sky in a bright hues of orange, pink, and purple.  I look over at Tatiana, taking in her beauty.

I couldn't help but find myself doing that often, where I would stare a her and study everything about her. The sunset radiating on her skin making it glow, her deep brown eyes now a  golden brown. A breeze blows through her curls blowing out, as she tucks some hair behind her ear. I feel my heart skip a beat and then race faster as I look away quickly. 

"A-are you alright? From today?" I ask quietly as she swallows looking down. 

"Yeah. I should be use to all this by now, huh?" she chuckles softly as I look over at her. 

"Tat..." 

She shakes her head as she puts her face in her hands. 

"Tatiana, it happens. It happens to me all the time and I've dealt with it since I was 5, sweetheart. Anyone would have been shaken up--" I look over at her as she sighs out. 

"I'm so embarrassed. I felt like such a punk..." she mumbles in her hands. I couldn't help but try to hide my smile as I look away from her. 

Tatiana and I couldn't be more different and yet the same. She was sassy, fierce, fiery yet sensitive--but overtime I've learned Tatiana's biggest insecurity...

She hated feeling weak or put in a situation to be what she thought was weak. 

"Don't worry, you didn't ruin your street cred." I giggle as she looks back at me smirking. 

"Very funny." 

I chuckle as my eyes  trail down noticing a bruise on her arm, along with plenty of scratches, making me wince as I think of her hard fall.

"Oh Tat..." I study her bruise running my fingers over it lightly. "I'm so sorry...I shouldn't have let them separate us--I thought..." she interrupts me crashing her lips against mine. Her lips captured my bottom lip and she begins to nibble and suck on it as I pull her closer to my body, my arms wrapped around her waist.  I moan lightly as I feel her hands get tangled in my curls as she pulls away gently. I stare at her completely high and intoxicated by what just happened as I stare at her in total bliss. 

"W-what was that for?" I ask faintly. 

"For coming back for me." she whispers softly. 

"B-but I couldn't leave you--" 

"Not just for today." she whispers staring up at me, as I slowly begin to understand. I feel my face heat up as I look down. 

"I couldn't just go on living my life without you..." I mumble, as I gently run my fingers over hers which are attached to mine. "You made me forget how to do that." 

She blushes lightly and giggles softly as I press my lips against hers. "You know something?" I mumble quietly as she smiles against my lips. 

"Hmm?"

"I think I need to be reminded about that body of yours." I smirk as I lift her in my arms in a quick motion as she squeals out. 

"Michael! We have that thing to go to in a a couple of hours!" she hisses as I giggle carrying her back inside. 

"We can be a few minutes late." I chuckle as I throw her on the bed as she laughs out as I climb in after her. 

**

"Where the hell were you?" Frank hisses as we all step in the elevator. "You guys are almost ten minutes late." 

Sony and Pepsi decided to have a celebration party of the success of the Bad Tour partnership with Pepsi; since their scales have seemed to have skyrocketed due to their sponsorship and advertising sales. Personally, I wasn't in the mood to be surrounded by the people of Sony, and other people in the "business",  but as usual Frank convinced me otherwise and I had was obligated to go. 

I even tried to get out of it by using Winnie and Clifton as an excuse but they were spending time with other kids on the crew by going to a movie. 

"I overslept." I bite my lip as I straighten out my tie staring straight ahead. The elevator doors open again as Tatiana and Sheryl step in. I freeze in place as my mouth opens slightly, my heart practically pounding out of my chest.

There was Tatiana wearing a body hugging gold wrap dress, that stopped about mid-thigh showing her long legs. Her raven hair glistened in it's natural curls, while her plump lips were painted a deep red. 

"Wow..." I stutter out as she giggles softly. "Y-you look so..." I stutter not finding a single word in my brain that would give her justice. She looked too beautiful, especially to be with someone like me. "Oh wow.." I breathe out as she blushes deeply. 

"Someone gettin' that Midas touch tonight." Ricky snickers as Greg laughs out making Frank roll his eyes. 

"So I expect you all know how to behave yourselves." Frank says taking his cigar out of his mouth. "No smart ass remarks, no being loud..." 

"Frank, we're not five.." Sheryl mumbles as she fluffs her hair. "Why are you telling us this?" 

"It's not directed at you..." Frank says looking over at Greg and Ricky who snicker. 

"Come one Frankie, we're just havin a lil fun...ain't this a party anyway?" Greg asks as he fixes the cuffs on his shirt. 

"Not the kind you turn up at." I chuckle. 

"It's a sip and socialize." Tatiana giggles. "You eat those little finger foods, drink wine and socialize....quietly."

"So basically this is the unseasoned chicken party, and not the cookout." Greg mutters. "Great." 

I bust out laughing as we step off the elevator we walk down the hall to shiny black double doors. On both sides stood two large, burly security guards who took one look at us and let us in with a nod. 

"Aren't they gonna ask who we are?" Tatiana whispers. 

"The day someone asks who Michael Jackson is, is the day Madonna decides to be a nun." Ricky smirks  as I shake my head shyly. 

We are soon greeted with sounds of music and loud talking,  and regular party chatter. It wasn't anything wild--but an easy going environment. 

Instead of a hotel party room, it looked more like an expensive two-story condo. 

(A/N So you guys can get a vibe of where they are. 80's interior is  my aesthetic tbh)

"Nice place." Sheryl says simply as I look around. Several groups of people were coming towards us, and I couldn't help but notice men were staring at Tatiana, with hungry eyes. 

I gently pull her closer to me, my hand on her waist protectively as several people come up speaking with Frank, while he makes the introductions while I smile and nod, engaging in small talk.

Frank takes notice of Tatiana and  gives me a look as if to say "This isn't the place" but I didn't care. Tatiana is mine, and I could care less what people on this room thought of it. 

"Smelly!" 

I look up seeing Quincy coming towards us, drink in hand, as he embraces me in a giant warm hug, lifting me slightly off the ground as I laugh out. 

"How are you, kid?" he grins taking a step back as he studies me. He looks over at Tatiana and raises an eyebrow as his smile becomes wider. 

"I'm wonderful..." I chuckle looking down at Tatiana locking eyes with her for a moment before we both look away shyly. 

"So I'm assume you both are together now?" he asks as I look down my face heating up, as I nod silently. 

He pumps his fist slightly in the air in a celebratory manner, before hugging us both again as we bust out laughing. He looks at Tatiana chuckling; 

"And you acted if I was sending you to the firing squad when I sent you to live with Michael." he grins. "Wasn't it you who said...and I quote....  'it would be over my dead body before I see that arrogant son of a bitch again?"

I look over at Tatiana who looks back at me and shrugs. "I called you worse..." she says as I roll my eyes. 

"I'm sure you did." 

"You kinda deserved it." Quincy chuckles as I shake my head, smiling.

"Tat--" Sheryl gently pulls on her arm. "There are a million of trays of food with our names on it." she hisses. 

"Michael..." 

I wave her off laughing quietly as they both disappear in the large crowd of people. 

"You know something..." Quincy chuckles. "That girl right there, is going to be your wife." 

I look up watching Tatiana laugh with Sheryl and I bite my lip slowly as I smile. "I know." 

Tatiana's POV

"So then I heard Rob Lowe was dating Brooke, but hooked up with the receptionist." Lisa, the wife of some celebrities manager gossips. 

"What?!" Sheryl gasps as I sit back on the couch continuing to sip Pepsi. 

Honestly I wasn't even a fan of it, and preferred Dr. Pepper but the only other options were alcohol and I wasn't prepared to get drunk again. 

"Oh...my...gawd..." Sheryl hisses looking past my shoulder. "You can't fucking believe who's here." 

I turn my head in the direction she's looking at as my eyes bug out. There walking through the doors with his posse, decked out in a polka dot blouse and high waist pants with heels was the one and only;

Prince. 

I choke hard as I turn my head to keep from laughing. I knew it was wrong for me to get entertained by it all--but I could only imagine Michael's face when he realizes Prince somehow managed to crash the party. 

"Oh god, I wonder how--"

"Well, well, well....if it isn't mama long legs." a voice says from behind me.

I turn my head seeing a pair of sparkling doe eyes peering at me with a familiar smirk. "May I?" he asks nodding to the empty space next to me. He doesn't bother waiting for an answer, as he sits down.

"How...."

"I'm Prince." he says simply giving the only justifiable explanation needed.

"Michael is gonna kill you." Sheryl hums as she pops a grape in her mouth. 

Prince says nothing and gives his chesire cat grin as he sits back his eyes scanning the room as women stare at him as if he was some prey in the wild.

I couldn't lie and say I could blame them. His aura was practically reeking with sex and some sort of wild fun.

If it wasn't for Michael, I'd jump at it....only to get in his closet.

"Interesting party." Prince mutters as I chuckle lowly sipping more Pepsi.

"Too bad you weren't invited."

He chuckles as he looks over at me. "Aww mama, you know I don't need no invitation. I thought you'd be happy to see you're other lover."

A beautiful, exotic woman who I assumed must be a model walks by as Prince's eyes follow.

"Mhhhhhhhhm...." I hum out a giggle as Prince's attention snaps back to me, not showing an ounce of embarrassment for being caught.

"So what are you doing here?" I ask.

"Well I was in the neighborhood..." he drawls out. "And I heard there was a party."

"Do you always crash these things?" Sheryl asks.

"When I need to stir up trouble." he says eyeing Sheryl's cleavage before looking back up at her with a boyish grin, before looking around.

"So where is Mr. Twinkle socks?" He asks as a server hands him a drink.

I roll my eyes at the newfound nickname, as I quickly snatch the cherry from his glass popping it in my mouth as Prince playfully glares at me. "He's somewhere socializing."

But he wasn't paying attention to what I was saying due to him staring down the same woman from earlier. "Excuse me for a moment...or longer, I'll see you in the morning." he says lowly as he gets up starting towards her, leaving only a trail of his cologne in the air.

"He's the definition of funk and sex." Sheryl says in awe as she walks him walk away. A group of girls immediately flutter around us wondering what just took place with Prince there. 

"I'm gonna use the restroom." I tell Sheryl as I walk away. 

I push through clusters of people as they smile, nod, or give some type of greeting as I walk upstairs to where more people were gathered. I look across the room seeing Michael who looks up at that moment, flashing me a smile before gently biting his lip that makes my heart practically stop. I wink back as I continue walking until I find a hall, I walk down. 

"Heeeeeeeeey pretty laaaaaady..." I turn around seeing someone stagger towards me in a drunken matter. I squint my eyes seeing a man in a white dress shirt, his tie loosened. 

It looked like one of the men Michael introduced me to from Sony, but I couldn't remember his name. 

I give a polite smile and nod as I continue walking towards the restroom, goinide. The door opens behind me as I turn around seeing the same man grinning at me. "Well look what we have here..." he slurs. 

"Uhm--I must be in the wrong bathroom..." I mutter as I try to walk past him. He steps in front of me quickly blocking my path. 

"Can you move please?" I hiss growing annoyed as I cringe at the strong alcohol on his breath, as I push past him. He quickly grabs my arm hard as he holds me close to him. 

"Where do you think you're going?" he smirks holding my arms so tight, I knew they'd be bruised by morning. 

"Sir, you're drunk." I wince painfully as I push him back, hard. He stumbles back as his eyes go dark with lust and anger, the same look Jack had in his. 

I feel my heart drop to the pit of my stomach as I get flashbacks of Jack when I was a teenager years ago, as I dash towards the door only to be pulled back as he holds me tightly from behind as I scream out.

"Stop!! Get off of me!" I yell as I writhe wildly. He spins me around smirking as I try  to push him off only for him to overpower me as he knocks me hard into the wall, he holds me down by my wrists as he presses his lips against my neck roughly. 

I could fucking kick myself for wasting my money on self defense class, because it seemed as if every tactic I tried to use he would overpower me with. He was a lot bigger than I was--like a linebacker. 

"Help!!" I scream on the top of my lungs. "Stop it! Let go!" I scream out.

Prince's POV

"Mmm...." she moans under me as I kiss her neck my hand slowly trailing up her leg to go underneath her dress. Somehow I managed to find an unoccupied bedroom in this place, to satisfy my needs. 

And trust me--I have every intention on making this girl scream my name. 

"STOP!" 

I pull back as I raise my hands up. "Damn, I wasn't all that yet--"

"What are you talking about...?" she furrows her eyebrows, before gently pulling me back down by my neck as our lips lock again. 

"LET GO! STOP!" 

I pull away our lips making a smack as I look around. "Did you hear that?" 

"Hear what?" she asks lustfully as she leans in to kiss on my neck again, I pull away as I climb off the bed, opening the bedroom door, immediately come face to face with Mr. Moonshine. 

"Prince." he mutters. "I thought I saw you walk in...." he notices my now messier hair, and rumpled clothes. "Have you seen Tatiana?" he asks looking past my shoulder. 

"She's not in here if that's what you're asking." I chuckle at his worried expression. "But trust me maybe someday she will." I smirk as he clenches his jaw. 

"I swear if you ever put one fin--" his voice is cut off by a loud scream. Our eyes meet as we look at the door down the hall. 

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Sorry this chapter took a minute....I tried making it longer than usual. But I brought Daddy P baaack. 

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