12 - final straw (edited)

A/N: Ive been trying to censor this to work around the system but wattpad is c*ckblocking (sigh) and made the other chapter private. So this is a repost. If it looks weird.. it's because it is..

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Michael looked at me with wild budging eyes as if I knew how to help him in this situation. I shook my head, plopped on the couch, crossed my legs, and waited for the comedy. I wish I had some tea to sip on.

"Michael, if you don't open this goddamn door. I know she's there."

"Yes, she is here. What is your point?"

"Let me in!"

"Don't you have some pink peen to drool on?" Michael questioned sarcastically.

Pink peen?! I fucking howled!

"Don't change the damn subject. I hear that fucking bitch that you knocked up."

I rolled my eyes. Now her voice was just plain tiresome and her insults sounded awkward, like a thirteen year old trying to curse someone out. It just wasn't fluent. Both of their voices were just plain annoying actually.

"Are you mad?" he taunted. 

"Shut the fuck up!"

I rubbed my temples. "Oh my god, both of you shut the fuck up. Open the damn door, Michael."

"Hell no. She can go back to her boyfriend like she's been fucking for the past four months," he hissed, glaring into the crack.

Her arms reached out to grab him but he was standing too far. "Listen you fucking bitch!"

I've had enough of the child's play. I walked up to Michael standing where she could see and pulled him in to me, flicking my tongue in his mouth as I kissed him slow and hard. I heard her temper tantrum cease as she gasped, completely speechless.

His body tensed up in shock but he eased into it, unable to resist me as I let out a small moan into his mouth and pressed my hips against his. Once I heard her stutter, I placed my hand in between his pants and boxers, shutting her up again. I caressed his erect length sinfully, feeling how hard and ready he was for me right in front of his wife. That alone made me tingle.

His lips travel under my jaw as I felt his rough hands pull up my short dress and felt the cool air on my ass as my thong was exposed. He slapped my ass, hard, making me whimper and tremble.. all while looking right into Lisa's wide, broken, teary eyes.

Michael lifted my leg up to get some access. "Fuck," I whispered as I felt his two fingers slip into my entrance. He let out a low growl in my ear before the door slammed shut and Lisa was gone.

I pulled away from his mouth. "Jesus her voice is like a fucking screeching train."

Now Michael was the speechless one as he tried to gain his composure. "Why did you stop?"

"Um.. because she's gone?"

He held out his two fingers. "Want to taste?"

"No thanks." Already knowing if I suck his fingers he won't be able to control himself.

"Your loss" he shrugged, tasting me himself.

"That didn't even make sense. I can literally taste myself whenever I want to."

"But it's not from my fingers."

I did a deep breath. "Anyway.."

"Did that turn you on? Doing that in front of her?" he asked as he bit off his hair band from his wrist and pulled his mane into a low bun. His face was so.. greek god-like. Perfectly chiseled with a hint of androgyny. He was like staring into a Basquiat painting or something. Kandinsky. 

"Eh, I would say it feeds into my ego more or less. You're never around to make fun of so I have to compensate somehow."

He reached for his glass of bourbon and shook his head as he sipped. "You're such a sadist."

"I have the qualities. I'm staying tonight though." Fuck it, I might as well. I was in such a good mood.

Michael looked me over. "Would you like a glass of wine?"

I scowled at him. "Are you fucking stupid?! Like are you an idiot?"

He smirked. "I was testing you. Would you like some dinner?"

"Yes please."

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As I predicted, I couldn't sleep at all. I don't know how this was possible. I'm always tired but when it comes down to an actual appropriate time to sleep, I can't keep my eyelids closed. I heard Michael's soft breathing as the television played in the dark room. I prayed I wasn't going to throw up tonight. I really did.

But my mind was on what happened earlier. The look on Lisa's face was priceless. And then hearing Michael's deep moans, feeling his searching tongue swirl around mine, the sharp sting from him spanking my ass while I felt his aching erection... yes god.

I was way too turned on and him being less that a foot away from me didn't help. Sometimes I wish I could go back to the good days when we could sleep together without the underlying sexual tension... or be in the same room, for that matter.

I held out my hand in front of his nose to ensure he was asleep and he was. My skilled fingers traveled under the black silk sheets, and into the hems of my panties, rubbing my cl*t quick and fast trying to get myself off. Maybe I could finally get some sleep.

I was so soaked it was barely enough friction. My breathing intensified as I tried to keep quiet, sucking my bottom lip in between my teeth. He turned around and faced me, his eyes still closed. Oh my god. A part of me wanted him to hear my sounds and flip me on my stomach, filling me deep and hard into me, feeling my walls contract on every side of his shaft while he is thrusting in me senseless, punishing me. I was getting so close. I arched my back and bit back a moan, trying to silence my cry.

"Go ahead, let it out for me," I heard his low voice say from the side of me.

I gasped loud, half of it from my from my orgasm and the other reason because he knew what I was doing. I relaxed into the large satin pillow. "I thought you were asleep," I breathed.

"I recognize your little moans anywhere.. and how you get silent when you're about to cum."

"Don't make me horny again, I'm really trying to get some rest." A good orgasm is like a lullaby. Puts me right to sleep.

He smirked at me. "If I knew how crazy you were for sex I would have fucked when I first saw you. But you were so young."

I sucked my teeth. "I was seventeen. Shut up."

"And I was about to be twenty-six. That's a charge."

"Says the person who swears a fourteen-year age difference is just a number."

His leg kicked me from under the sheets. "Diana is not even the same. And I wasn't underage."

"Okay."

"You were still cute though. But you were so.. lesbo."

I laughed. "Shut up!"

"I remember your party.."

"Which one?"

"The one when I met you. 18. Playboy mansion."

"Ah," I said, remembering. It was so fun, I barely remember much of it. The pool was filled with bubbles. People were passed out. Fun times. 

"So your girlfriend caught me staring at you. I was staring at you because I was trying to figure out what was going on with your eye color, but she caught me and gave me the meanest death stare. I thought she was your overly-protective older sister or something.. man, was I wrong."

I hollered. "I never knew that."

"I was scared a little."

"I remember those times. When you were actually a sweetheart." Michael used to be the cutest man. I mean, he was still cute, but he was innocent back then. He wasn't an asshole... or a misogynist. 

He screwed his face. "I'm still sweet! What are you saying?"

"I hate you."

"I hate me too so we're not much different." He said it sarcastically but it pained me knowing the small truth behind his joke.

"I wouldn't marry you anymore," I said flatly.

"That hurts."

"It's the truth. I knew it once you asked me to have your child. You don't do that when you're married." Sometimes Michael didn't understand the meaning of a bond. It takes two, it takes compromise, and he can't always get what he wants just because he's Michael Jackson.

I find this a problem with many celebrities I run into. And everyone wants someone with as much money as them. For what? I can have a date with a teacher that makes 40,000 dollars a year and I would feel secure to him because I know, in a way, he needs me.

This was always my fear with Michael, not having the upperhand. Even though I have so many men to choose from, I don't want them and he knows I don't. He knows I'll always be available to him and no one else. 

"I don't get you. I asked you specifically because I wanted to have some connection with you no matter what."

"You tried to trap me?!"

"No. I thought you were going to be happy."

"I will never be happy being a second choice. And you're right but you don't need to get me. I'm not yours to get."

"You're never a second choice." He scooted closer to me, pulling me into his arms and kissed my hair. I heard his heartbeat underneath his chest and thought of our baby's. Our baby. It was a bittersweet thing to say. "And who do you belong to, then?" he challenged. "Because I belong to you. Haven't I made it obvious?"

I always wonder why is it Michael? Why him, out of all people? Because he took me when I was young and vulnerable. He saw that in me and he took it for himself. This was the only man who has ever held me, besides my father, of course. The only man I have ever given my body to, my kisses to, my confessions to. And in that way, for years I felt like I belonged to him. That he owned me.

"I belong to myself. I share myself with you. You don't own any part of me than the child growing inside of me, and even then your ownership is half," I whispered as I felt him caress me up and down.

"I own this," he reached under the covers and circled his thumb over my sensitive spot.

I scowled and slid away from him. "Eat a d*ck, Michael."

"Isn't it true?"

"Your tongue isn't the only one that has wined and dined down there, you know."

"Women don't count."

"Shut.. the fuck.. up. Can't even have a serious conversation with you without you throwing some perverted innuendos in there."

"I have to make it up somehow when you say hurtful things like that. You know you are never second. How many times have I proposed to you?"

Michael had weird ways of what he considered proposing. Randomly over a phone conversation, or while eating breakfast in bed, or going swimming on the beach. And he said it so casually at first I laughed it off. But then he said it with a straight face and well.. "You're saying it like it was a lot."

"Three is a lot!"

I sighed. "Okay. I was scared."

"Scared or not ready? Because there's a massive difference."

"I was both. And I was young."

It was silent for a while until his hands went over his face as he inhaled sharply, like he just had a realization. "Oh my god.. I'm going to die alone, Frecks."

I laughed, only because I said the exact same thing to Alisha nearly a year ago. We're too similar. 

"Grow up, Gia. I'm serious."

"Why would you say that? You have a baby."

"I mean I won't have someone to hold."

"Pick one of those girls you dance with on your next tour. Bring them backstage and sweep them in your arms back to your home. Marry her and have babies the next day."

"That is so cliche."

"Well I'm here. What are you talking about?"

He rubbed his fingertips across his chest and stared at the ceiling. "I know you're going to leave me in the morning."

"Because I don't have any clothes?" I asked, pulling the t-shirt of his I was sleeping in.

"No, that's not the reason. You're going to start to overthink about some flawed... fairytale about how I don't love you and manipulate you or something ridiculous and you're going to leave before I wake up. I'm well aware of how you operate."

"Am I that predictable?"

"Uh, yes! You are!"

I exhaled. Those were my thoughts nearly every night I couldn't sleep, trying to fight between giving in to him and realizing he's toxic for me. I pulled on his shirt to come closer to give him some comfort.

He entertwined his leg with mine and and his scent lured me in. After all of these years his kisses were more aware now and his hands were wiser, knowing exactly where to wander to. My hands immediately pulled down his boxers, feeling his thick ere ction spring up, standing at attention. God, I had to taste him.

Just as I was about to wrap my lips around his ti p, I felt the bile rise up my throat. Goddamnit. 

I jumped out of the bed and hurried into his bathroom, puking into his black toilet with the gold chrome detail. Who in the world needs a black and gold chrome toilet anyway?

"Oh god," I heard him say in the doorway, grimacing at me as he heard my insides come out. "Talk about a turn off. I'm soft now."

"Shut.." I held up my finger as I felt some more rise. "The fuck up, Michael!" I reached for the toilet paper and wiped my mouth. I flushed the toilet and stood up. "Next time I'm throwing up on you, you fucking sh*tass."

He chuckled. "Sh*tass."

"Shut your d*cktrap."

"D*cktrap! Oh my god you are raging." he giggled, amused at my hormonal insults.

"Ugh!" I reached in his inventory under his double sink counter for a new toothbrush and opened the packaging, trying to clean my mouth of the filth.

He came up behind me and bit the edge of my shoulder. "It's okay."

I swung my elbow behind him and landed into his rib cage. "I know it's fucking okay!" I yelled as I brushed my teeth.

"This reminds me of that one time.."

"Don't even think about bringing it up. You said we wouldn't talk about it, Michael!" I whimpered, feeling so embarrassed.

"When.."

"Don't."

"I fingered you.."

"Stop."

"And I was amazed at how wet you were so fast..."

"Shut up!"

"Then I took out my finger.. and gasped at the sight.."

I immediately put my hands over my ears. "LALALALALALA."

Michael gave me a smirk as he sat on his counter. "Fine, I'll stop. But that was Egyptian cotton, you know."

"I'm going to sleep."

His face went into a pout. "Shower?" he offered, pointing at his luxurious multi-head shower that felt like a massage each time you stepped into it.

"Lights off. Or dim." I was not secure about my body at the moment. I just looked.. weird. I dreaded the day when I got big enough to the point where I couldn't see my vag anymore. I wonder if Alisha would wax my vulva for me? She loves me enough.. I hope. 

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I turned off the engine of my Ferrari Testarossa and adjusted my shades from the sunlight before stepping out of my garage. I saw Alisha run out of my house like she has lost her damn mind.

"Um.. what the hell, Gia? I've been calling you for the past 18 hours."

I smiled. Alisha always freaks out when she doesn't know exactly where I am. "18 hours."

"And 34 minutes, to be exact. Your brother..." She looked behind me and her jaw completely dropped. "What? What is this scumbag doing here?!"

Michael tipped his fedora to her. "Hello to you too, Alisha."

"Are you on drugs, Gia?! Why?"

I sucked my teeth. "Come on, I'm pregnant. Why on Earth would I be on drugs?" I ask as I opened my front door and was surprised to find my mother and brother swirling in the seat to my wet bar.

"Aaron?! When did you get here?"

"Mom let me fly out here for the weekend for my birthday.. and to surprise you." His eyes went straight to my stomach. "Oh shit."

"Hi honey!" I screamed, running to him. I hadn't seen him in four months and I missed him so much. He was so much taller than me now, barely grazing Michael's height. What are they feeding kids these days?

"You're pregnant?"

"Don't tell mom yet."

Aaron's cool green eyes (the color I only partially had) looked behind me towards my door. "Ah! Just the daddy I wanted to see," he said, pointing at Michael.

I furrowed my brows. "How did you even know he was the daddy?"

He sucked his teeth at me. "Come on, sis. Let's be real here," he said, before smiling at Michael and giving him some dap.

I snickered. "Let's be real. Tell me about it. Let's talk. How did you assume Michael was the daddy?" I really wanted to know if me and him were that obvious.

Aaron swung his arm over Michael's shoulder, leading him into the other room. "Let's talk about that.. thing, shall we?"

I was so dumbfounded as they left the room. Alisha yanked my arm. "What the hell is he doing here?!"

"I went to see him... and may or may not have accidentally spent the night."

Alisha covered her mouth. "Oh my god.." she put the back of her hand up to my forehead. "Are you ill?"

"No!"

"Then you're just stupid then."

"He's the father of my child, Alisha." I sat my purse on the table and walked up the stairs to change into some new clothes. "You're acting like we had sex or something."

"Because I know you did, and before you say anything smart, usually I'd be really turned on. But not after you pulled the gun out, Gia! That was next fucking level!"

Why am I so predictable?

"Well sorry to burst your bubble, but we didn't have sexual.. intercourse," I said, toeing off my sandals and undressing in front of her. Cunnilingus with me balancing myself against the steamy black shower wall, my leg over his shoulder as he was devouring my cunt, the water running over his hair as he looked up at my eyes, daring me to cum.. did not count as sex. 

"You wore that short dress to his house?"

"It was hot outside." It wasn't hot but I liked it on me.

"And you just casually decided upon a lace thong huh?"

"I was honestly not planning to stay over."

"You're going to regret this."

I probably was. Michael and I were so tempermental. But right now, I needed him. No matter how virulent he was for me.

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As Michael and I were surfing through channels in the living room, Lisa Marie's face was plastered on the television. I rolled my eyes and skipped ahead.

"Woah woah woah hold on." He snatched the remote away from me and went back to the news.

"Multiple sources are confirming that Lisa Marie Presley, wife of the entertainer Michael Jackson, is already in the process of filing for a divorce against the pop superstar not even a year into their marriage! More details coming up."

"Oh shit," I whispered.

"Oh shit!" Aaron laughed out loud from my kitchen.

Michael stared at the television and covered his mouth, tears instantly forming into his eyes.

"She's out of your life.." my brother sung.

I turned around and cut my eyes at Aaron. Shut up, I mouthed.

Without warning Michael grabbed my car keys and stormed out of the door.

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A/N: Sorry for the long chapter! Lol. Did you like it though? #Miovanna2015 #OrMaybeNot #MenAintShit #JustKidding #ILoveYouMichael #FatherMyKidsTho #JustKiddingAgain #YouAsshole