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𝔣𝔢𝔴 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔥𝔰 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯 

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23 of december 1987

Beverly Hills was glowing with Christmas lights, and the streets were packed with last-minute shoppers. The air smelled like cinnamon, expensive perfume, and a little bit of stress. Solange, Aaliyah, and I strolled along the sidewalk, my new bodyguard, Darnell, trailing close behind.

"Girl, this is crazy," Aaliyah said, shaking her head as she admired the decorated storefronts. "You really got a whole-ass bodyguard now."

Solange scoffed, crossing her arms. "Right? Like she's the damn First Lady."

I rolled my eyes. "Y'all act like I asked for this. Michael insists."

"Mhm," Solange hummed. "I bet he does."

I ignored her and focused on the dress I had spotted in the boutique window. It was elegant—black silk with a plunging neckline, classy but a little daring. I turned to the others. "Wait here. I just wanna check the price real quick."

Darnell frowned. "You know I gotta go with you."

"I'll be fine," I reassured him. "It's literally two feet from the door."

He still looked unsure, but I didn't give him a chance to argue. I slipped into the store, letting the warm air and soft holiday music surround me. The saleswoman greeted me with a polite smile, but I barely paid attention as I stepped closer to the dress rack.

Then I heard it. The soft creak of a door behind me.

Before I could turn around, a hand clamped around my wrist, yanking me backward.

I gasped, my heart slamming into my ribs. A strong grip pulled me toward the back exit of the shop. Panic shot through me as I struggled. "Let me go!"

The man's grip tightened. "Shut up and walk."

My heels scraped against the floor as I fought to break free. I barely got a glimpse of him—a tall man, dressed in dark clothing, his face partially obscured by a hood.

Then—

"Hey!"

Darnell's voice boomed through the store.

I was shoved forward as the man bolted. I stumbled but caught myself, turning just in time to see Darnell push through the store, chasing him out into the alley.

Gunshots rang out.

I screamed, covering my ears. My legs felt frozen in place, but seconds later, Darnell was back, grabbing me by the arm. "We gotta go. Now."

The saleswoman stood in shock, her mouth open in a silent scream, but I couldn't process anything. Everything felt like a blur as Darnell rushed me outside, where Aaliyah and Solange stood wide-eyed.

"What the hell just happened?" Solange demanded.

"No time—get in the car!" Darnell barked.

We piled into the black SUV, my hands shaking as I gripped Aaliyah's arm. The drive back to Havenhurst was tense. No one spoke, and Darnell had one hand on his gun the whole time, glancing at the rearview mirror like someone might be following us.

When we pulled up to the house, Michael was already waiting. He stood on the front steps, his face unreadable, hands in his pockets. The moment I stepped out of the car, his eyes locked onto me.

"Inside," he ordered.

I swallowed hard and hurried in.

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𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗏

The second I heard what happened, I saw red.

Darnell barely finished his explanation before I turned to Giselle.

"Go upstairs and pack," I told her, my voice deadly calm.

She blinked. "What?"

"We're leavin'."

She frowned, glancing at Aaliyah and Solange. "Michael, wait—"

"No, you wait," I cut her off, stepping closer. "Somebody just tried to snatch you off the damn street. That ain't somethin' we play with. We're gettin' outta here. You're comin' with me to Neverland."

Her eyes widened. "Neverland?"

"I got a property up north. It's safer. Pack what you need."

She hesitated, glancing at her sister. Solange looked just as shocked, but I didn't have time for a debate.

"I'm not askin', Giselle," I said firmly.

A beat of silence.

Then, slowly, she nodded.

"Good," I said, exhaling. "You got ten minutes."

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𝖦𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾'𝗌 𝖯𝖮𝖵

The air felt thick with tension as I stood outside Havenhurst, my bags packed and sitting in the back of Michael's Cadillac. Aaliyah and Solange stood beside me, their faces a mixture of worry and frustration.

"You sure about this?" Aaliyah asked, arms crossed.

I nodded, but my stomach twisted. "I don't have a choice."

Solange scoffed. "Yeah, you do. You could stay here and face Mama instead of runnin' off with him."

I sighed. "It's not like that, Sol."

"Oh, it ain't?" She raised a brow. "Then what is it?"

Before I could answer, Michael called from the driver's side. "Giselle, let's go."

Aaliyah pulled me into a tight hug. "Be careful, okay?" she whispered.

"I will."

Solange hesitated before hugging me too. "You better not let him turn you into one of those quiet, submissive girlfriends," she muttered. "And call me when you get there."

I gave her a small smile. "I will."

Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the car, shutting the door. Michael pulled off, and just like that, we were on our way to Neverland.

𝖮𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖱𝗈𝖺𝖽

The city lights faded into dark, open roads as we left Los Angeles behind. The drive was quiet at first, the hum of the engine the only sound filling the car. Michael's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his jaw set in frustration.

"What are you gonna do about Prince?" I finally asked.

Michael's lips pressed into a thin line. "Handle him."

I frowned. "What does that mean?"

He glanced at me briefly. "It means he's been pushin' too far. First, he's sniffin' around my business. Now, he's comin' after you?" He shook his head. "I ain't lettin' that slide."

A chill ran through me. "Michael... what if he doesn't stop?"

He scoffed. "Then he won't have the chance to keep goin'."

I swallowed hard. The way he said it—calm, like he was talking about handling a business deal—sent a shiver down my spine.

I hesitated before speaking again. "I need to tell you something."

He gave me a sharp look. "What?"

I took a deep breath. "I knew about Prince... before today."

His grip on the wheel tightened. "What?"

I bit my lip. "Not like that. It's just—Aaliyah had suspicions. We think he's the guy from the dance class. The one she met but never got his name. And..." I hesitated.

"And what, Giselle?"

I sighed. "i talked with him one time for the dance inscription. It was weird. He never said his name, but I think it was him."

Michael was quiet for a moment. The tension in the car thickened.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he finally asked, his voice low.

"I wasn't sure," I admitted. "And I didn't want to make it a big deal if it wasn't real."

Michael exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Damn, Gigi. That's somethin' I need to know."

I lowered my head. "I know. I'm sorry."

Another long silence passed between us before he finally spoke again.

"I got you now," he muttered. "Ain't nobody touchin' you again."

I looked at him, his face serious, his hands still gripping the wheel like he was barely holding back his anger.

For the rest of the ride, I stared out the window, my mind spinning. I didn't know what Michael was planning to do about Prince, but I had a feeling it wouldn't be pretty.

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As we neared the Neverland gates, my breath caught in my throat. The property stretched out before us like something out of a dream—vast fields, rolling hills, and the soft glow of lights illuminating the pathway to the mansion. It was breathtaking.

"It's beautiful," I murmured, pressing my fingers against the cool glass of the window.

Michael smirked, his hands relaxed on the wheel. "Told you."

As we pulled up to the grand house, I noticed two figures waiting on the porch. My stomach flipped when I recognized them—Janet and Michael's mother, Katherine.

Michael parked the car and got out first, walking up the steps to greet them. I followed behind, smoothing out my coat, suddenly nervous.

"Mike, it's about time," Janet teased, wrapping her arms around him.

He chuckled. "Traffic."

Katherine smiled warmly, reaching for Michael's face before turning to me. "And you must be Giselle."

I nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

She held my hands gently. "Michael's told me about you. It's good to finally meet you, dear."

Janet grinned. "Welcome to Neverland. Come on, let's show you around."

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The ranch was even more stunning up close. We walked past a large pool glistening under the moonlight, then down a path that led to a small pond where ducks floated lazily across the water. The stable was the last stop—beautiful horses standing tall inside their stalls.

"You ride?" Janet asked.

I shook my head. "Never had the chance."

Michael smirked. "That's about to change."

After the tour, we headed back to the house, where the rest of the family was waiting.

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The living room buzzed with conversation as I was introduced to everyone. Most of them greeted me warmly—except for one.

Joseph Jackson barely looked at me as he muttered, "Nice to meet you," before turning and walking away.

Michael sighed. "Don't mind him. That's just how he is."

I nodded, but I still felt uneasy.

The only other moment of awkwardness came when Jermaine decided to flirt with me behind his wife's back.

"If Michael gets boring, you let me know," he murmured with a sly grin.

Before I could respond, Katherine smacked his arm. "Jermaine, behave yourself."

I stifled a laugh while Michael shot him a warning look.

As the night wound down, Michael took my hand and led me upstairs to his bedroom.

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The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from a few lamps casting warm shadows across the walls. Shelves lined with vinyl records and cassette tapes caught my attention.

"You really got every record ever made, huh?" I teased, running my fingers along the spines.

Michael chuckled. "Gotta keep up with the times."

I picked up one of the tapes and smiled. "I bet you got maddona in here somewhere."

Michael raised a brow. "I don't."

I laughed. "Liar."

He stepped closer, his hands sliding along my waist, pulling me into him. The playful atmosphere shifted, heat replacing humor.

"Been wantin' to get you alone all day," he murmured, his breath warm against my cheek.

A shiver ran down my spine as I tilted my head up to meet his gaze. "We've been alone."

"Not like this."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, slow and teasing. My hands slid up his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath his shirt.

The kiss deepened, his tongue slipping past my lips, tasting the wine we had at dinner. His hands roamed my body, fingers tracing the curve of my hips before slipping under my blouse.

I gasped as his lips traveled down my neck, soft kisses turning into gentle bites. My head tipped back, giving him more access.

Michael's hands moved with purpose, unbuttoning my blouse while his mouth explored my skin. My breathing hitched when he trailed kisses down my collarbone, hands caressing every inch of exposed flesh.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his dark eyes searching mine. "Tell me if you wanna stop."

I swallowed hard, my body already aching for more. "I don't."

That was all he needed.

He lifted me effortlessly, laying me down onto his bed. The silk sheets felt cool against my heated skin as he hovered over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress.

My fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, needing to feel him. He let out a low chuckle as he helped me, shrugging it off and tossing it aside. My hands explored his chest, the toned muscles flexing beneath my touch.

Michael kissed me again, his body pressing against mine as his hands trailed lower. Every touch sent sparks through my skin, every kiss left me breathless.

Clothes disappeared between heated kisses and tangled limbs, and soon there was nothing between us.

His hands slid down my thighs, parting them slowly. He took his time, his touch both gentle and possessive, savoring every reaction he pulled from me.

As he moved against me, his forehead rested against mine, his breath warm and unsteady.

"You're mine, Gigi," he whispered against my lips.

I wrapped my arms around him, nails digging into his back as he pushed me further into bliss.

Nothing else mattered in that moment—just the feeling of him, the way he made me lose myself completely.

And as we lay tangled in the sheets, bodies still warm and breathless, I knew there was no turning back.

I was his.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------they did it i wasnt that explict since I have never written smut before but next time i will if you guys want me too.

as an extra we got nosferatu michael (the eyes are kiling mee)