Michael Pov

"Who is she, Mike?" Her voice was now soft and that scared me even more. "Kelley." I chuckled. "I have know idea what your talking about."

Her eyes were getting glossy and I knew I fucked up. "Get out." She whispered. I tried moving closer to her but the more I did, the louder she got.

"Michael, leave, before I call the police." I sighed heavily as I grabbed my jacket and shoes, then left.

I drove back to my condo rather quickly. I just wanted to be by myself to think.

I'm really fucked up. I kissed a woman, then fucked my girlfriend, then I get off on the woman I kissed.

"What the fuck am I going to do?" I muttered to myself.

I unlocked the door and threw my jacket on the couch. I tiredly stumbled to the tv and pressed the on switch, then sat down.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I looked at it and smiled. Jesa sent me a message saying "I'm kind of bored maybe the King of pop should entertain me😜."

I smirked. "Well how should I entertain you?😏"

She instantly texted me back.

"Call me."

I instantly dialed her number and waited for her to answer.

"Hello?"

Her sweet voice filled both our lines, floating through our phones. I smiled hard just by hearing her yawn on the other side.

"Hello, Jesalyn."

She giggled. "Mr. Jackson, you can call me Jesa."

"Well." I started. "You can call me daddy." I whispered.

There was a small gasp and I started laughing out loud. "Oh my gosh Michael! If I wasn't so tired I would come over there to kill you."

We had a long late night conversation, we talked about our families, dreams, inspirations, etc.

"So Michael?" She yawns. I rub my eyes sleepily.

"Yes, Jesalyn?"

She giggles sweetly. "What is one thing that you have wanted but don't have?"

I smiled, recalling the interview. I scratched my chin before answering.

Should I tell her the truth?

Probably not.

I don't want her to think I'm just a sweet talking mf.

I'm pretty sure my relationship with Kelley is practically over.

"I told you girl, I can't think of anything."

"Well." She sighs. "Hit me up when it comes to you, goodnight Michael."

"Good night Jesalyn."

She hung up and I heavily sighed. I rolled my eyes before getting up. I threw on a pair of pajama pants and slept shirtless. I turned on the tv and drifted off to sleep.

Jesalyn Pov

It's finally morning. I took a quick shower and dried off when I came back to my room. I straightened my hair over, while bumping the ends.

I wore my purple blouse and my black slacks, with high heels. I wore a light pink lip gloss with some mascara.

I grabbed a muffin and headed out the door.

~

Once I got to my office, I saw Haileys ugly ass sitting on my desk. I simply closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

WHAT DOES THIS BITCH WANT

"Can I help you?" I said with an attitude. I put my purse next to her on my desk and hung up my jacket.

She smiled. "Don't get fresh with me, my mommy owns this place."

I just looked at her like...

BITCH SHUT THE FUCK UP OR IM GONNA KNOCK YOU IN YOUR MOTHERFUCKING TEETH.

"Anyways, what do you want?" I spat. I sat behind my desk in my chair and turned on the computer.

"Well.." She started off. "I need a favor."

My eyes widened to the max.

This bitch must be snorting if she thinks I'm doing any favors for her ass.

I stayed silent, continuing to type on the computer.

Next thing I know, this bitch plugs out my computer and all my shit is gone.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!"

She smiled. "Now that I have your undivided attention." She said while swinging around the cord. "I need you to get another interview with Michael Jackson."

I furrowed my brow. "Why?"

She sucked her teeth and looked offended. "I think that's my business, now isn't it.

"Well." I instantly said back. "Since you want to get me involved, I think it is my business." I said as I crossed my arms.

Back home, I have 3 brothers and 2 sisters.

I could do this all day.

She huffed loudly, clearly annoyed. "Can you just do it, why are you being so difficult?"

I got up and smirked.

She was just making it too easy.

"Hailey, since your "mother owns the place" maybe you can use that to your advantage."

"Whatever." She said as she stormed out of my office.

"Now I have to do this shit all over because of that fucking bitch."

I sighed, shook my head, and went back to work.

A few minutes later, my friend Spencer (will be referred to as spence) popped up in my room and smiled at me.

"Hey sugar mama, wassup girl?" He came in singing, which sounded terrible causing me to laugh.

"Well you know how it is.. Same shit, different day."

He high fived me. "Don't I know it!"

He sat his big ass on my desk and kept watching me.

"What's up mama? you look pissed."

I sighed. "Let me tell you how my day went so far." He turned his direction towards me as I got up and began my rant.

"I came in this morning and saw Hailey on my desk. I'm like 'what you doing here?' And you know.. Blah,blah my mommy owns the place blah,blah."

He swiveled his head and snapped. "Then what she did girl."

"Then she was like 'oh I need a favor from you' like bitch I need you to get the fuck out my office."

"Anyways, I ignored her doing my work, right. SO THIS BITCH HAS THE FUCKING AUDACITY TO PLUG OUT MY FUCKING COMPUTER AND ALL MY SHIT IS LOST..GONE!"

He stood up and looked at me. "Hol up Hol up! This bitch unplugged your computer and lost all your shit?"

"YEAH! and then on top of that, she still asking for this favor which is 'to get another interview with Michael Jackson."

He shook his head. "This bitch crazy." He muttered.

"So I was like why do you need an interview?" I started clapping my hands.

The ghetto was coming out.

She said "Well that's my business isn't it now?"

So I was like "IF IM GETTING INVOLVED WITH THIS 'FAVOR' THEN IT IS MY BUSINESS T'F"

Spence just kept laughing from where he was standing.

"Then she was like 'Can you just do it, why are you being difficult?"

"Then I said 'well since your mother "owns the place" you can get the interview yourself!"

Spence was practically crying at this point holding his stomach.

"So your not going to get her that interview?" He continues laughing.

"HELL THE FUCK NO! Michael is mi-" Spence raises his eyebrows, thinking I'm going to say mine.

Which I was.

I cleared my throat. "Michaels time is very valuable and he doesn't need any horny hoes near him." I brought my voice down and sat in my chair.

"He is sexy though." Spence said.

That moment my fan girl came out.

"I know right?! The way his curls falls to his face, with his fedora and loafers.. That sexy tanned skin...oooh."

Me and spence both started yelling and screaming like girls would after there crush talked to them.

"Last night, we actually talked before we went to bed.. And he was just so fucking cut-"

My phone interrupted me. I looked at spence with looking at collar Id telling him to hold on.

"Hello?"

"Hello Jesalyn."

My heart stopped while my stomach filled with butterflies.

I looked at spence with wide eyes and a wide smile.

"It's him" I mouthed. Spence instantly got excited and telling me to put him on speaker.

I rolled my eyes with a smile to his nosey ass. "Fine." I grunted.

"Hey Jesalyn, I was wondering if you wanted to meet for lunch today, if your not too busy."

I grunted and cursed Hailey out under my breath. "Michael, I would honestly love to, but Hailey unplugged my computer causing me to lose everything, so now I have to do this shit all over."

He sighed. "It's fine... Uhm, do you think you'll be finished to go to dinner.. I really wanted to see you tonight."

I winked at spence. "Tell me Mr. Jackson, will it be worth my while?"

His voice filled with lust as he whispered. "Of course baby girl, I'll pick you up at 8." Spence smiled at me hard and began freaking out.

"Okay." My voice shook. "See you then."

"And too you ms.Quinceton."

I hung up while me and spence both jumped for joy.

He looked at me while tapping on his chin.

"What are you gonna wear tonight?"