Miami

*Two weeks later*

*Rose*

"Mom! Hurry up we gotta go or else we'll miss the plane!" I yell upstairs. I had to fly out to Miami to deal with the court shit that's going on. I was supposed to go two weeks ago but my lovely auntie and cousin just had to make an appearance. Luckily they're in jail and I'm more than happy to press charges on them when the time comes. I was in the hospital until the swelling in my face went down, which was only for a few days. Michael stayed with me for as long as he could, but he had to go back to L.A for the tour. Hopefully I'll see him before Christmas, before any other stupid shit happens to me.

"I'm coming! I'm finishing this blunt!" My mom yells, walking down the stairs, blunt in mouth. "You sure you don't want to hit this? You'll be soooo relaxed I promise you mamita." My mom offers.

I wave it off. "Mami you know I can't do that right now. I'll just have to settle on my liquor." I say, throwing back the flask of whiskey.

"You need to stop drinking. What if Chico sees you? He'll have a fuckin' heart attack."

"Well Chico isn't here is he?" I clap my hands, walking out the door. "Vamos! I don't wanna miss this plane! Charles! Make sure you feed the dog while I'm gone."

"Yes ma'am. Have a safe flight Miss Rose." Charles says, closing the door.

"Alright," I say, taking a swig from the flask. "Let's get this shit over with."

1 hour later

"Is everyone here?" Bradley asks. Unfortunately Bradley and Jameson just had to take the same plane with us. Actually, it's my private jet, I don't even know why the fuck they're on my plane. They could've taken coach somewhere, why my plane?

"Yes Bradley, the only people here are my mother and myself. Oh and Jameson of course, always lovely to have you here." I say, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"Great!" Bradley says, and buckles himself in.

"Good evening Miss Rose and company. This is your captain speaking, we will be departing soon, and we will be arriving to Miami at approximately 10:05 pm, so just sit back and relax, and enjoy the flight."

The plane finally takes off and after about ten minutes the seatbeat signal went off, and I immediately jumped up and went into my private bathroom.

"Come on, come on where is it?" I mutter to myself, Looking through the mini drawer and cabinets.

I hear a knock on the door, "Miss De La Fuente."

I curse under my breath. "Yes sir?" I say in a happy tone.

"Is there another bathroom around here?"

I roll my eyes and open the door, my eyes meeting Jameson's dull brown ones. "In the front of the plane, on the left. It's covered by aRed curtain, I'm sure you'll love it." I point, flashing the most fake smile ever.

He nods his head, and looks around my bathroom before walking away. I breathe a sigh of relief and close the door again, making sure I lock it.

After about five minutes of searching I finally find the little white bottle that I needed to get through this flight. I open the bottle and pop two pills, washing them down with whiskey. I hide the pills in my pocket, along with my flask and leave the bathroom. I go check on my mom who's already knocked out in her seat, and Bradley's looking over paperwork. Jameson must still be in the bathroom because I can't find him anywhere.

I walk into my bedroom and lay down, the pills starting to kick in.

"Finally." I whisper to myself, as I fall into a deep sleep. A sleep so wonderful, I haven't slept like this since Michael was with me.

••••••••••••*Michael*9:57 pm - L.A.

"Thank you Los Angeles! You've been wonderful! Performing here these past couple of weeks have been amazing. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you guys! I love you !" The crowd goes crazy, as I blow them a kiss and run off stage, people clapping and congratulating me.

"That was great! Awesome way to end a tour!" Frank tells me, handing me orange juice and a towel. We run out of the arena and get into the car, paparazzi everywhere, trying to get pictures left and right, some even trying to jump into the car.

"Alright that's enough! John, drive! I don't care if you run them over just get us out of here!" Frank yells.

John nods his head and drives out the arena, all without killing somebody.

"I can't believe you kid. I thought we were gonna have to extend the tour till after the new year but we were able to do every last show! And before the holidays at that. I know everyone's going to be happy that they get to see their families." Frank says, and I nod in agreement.

"Yeah, I just wanted to make sure everyone was happy. Now all that's left is me. John, LAX please. "

"On it sir." John says, making a U-turn.

"Where are you going Michael?" Frank asks.

"LAX, didn't you hear me?"

"I mean where are you flying to?"

"Oh! Miami."

"Why the hell are you going to Miami?!" Frank asks, bewildered.

I smile to myself before answering. "My baby needs me."

••••••••••••••••*Rose*

I wake up and realize I'm in a hotel room. I must've been so hopped up on the sleeping pills that I was sleepwalking. I check the time and it's almost 3 am. I stretch my body out and get up, grabbing a water and a bottle of whiskey. I look in the mirror and realize I'm still in my outfit from the plane.

I strip out of my clothes and take a hot shower, and I get a sudden burst of energy. I wash my face and hair, and get out the tub, looking for jammies to wear. I choose a red sports bra and regular black panties and lay down on the bed, flipping through the channels. I stop when I notice myself on the television.

"Tonight on Entertainment Tonight we talk about the rise and fall of Rose: the superstar who once had it all, who now has nothing."

I groan to myself while looking at the food service menu.

"As we all know, Rose was accused of berating and belittling her employees for years at a time, threatening to not pay them if they didn't do what she told them to do. She tried to claim that these accusations were false, but it backfired as it was shown in her own press conference in a recording that she indeed, treated those people poorly. But that doesn't end there, on account of the lawsuits that she has received from the former employees it seems as if she's accused of embezzlement! If the jury finds that she's guilty of it, sources say that she's facing up to 50 years in prison."

"What bullshit." I scoff. "Um yes, I would like a chicken quesadilla, a chocolate cake on the side, and a bottle of your best red wine. Oh, can you have someone bring up a martini please? Thanks." I hang up the phone and focus my attention towards the tv.

"Everyone loves her music, she had a rockin body, she was just the queen! Who knew that this would happen so fast, in such a small amount of time? I can give her this though, On top of everything going on in her life, I mean, the endorsement losses, the bankruptcy, she was able to still have a romantic relationship, with Michael Jackson! I mean come on, yeah he's a great performer, but to date a criminal? That's just crazy. This guy is already wacko as it is, but really Michael? Come now." The reporter finishes, and my heart ached, why would they say those things? Say all you want about me but don't say shit about Michael when you don't know the situation. For one thing, we aren't together, it's not official yet until we say it is. And if we are, that's nobody's business but mine and Michaels. I'm not a criminal, and Michael is not wacko, I'll be damned if I let someone say those things about him.

I can feel myself getting angry so I take another shot of whiskey and calm down. The door rings and I hop up. "Bout time the food got here." I swing open the door. "I'm so hungry I could eat a- what the hell are you doing here?" I ask, my appetite going south. "Mom what the hell is he doing here?"

My mom looks at me with a pissed off look in her eyes. "I have no fuckin clue mija. He knocked on my door and demanded to see you. He wouldn't leave."

"Well you should've called security! Or something. What the fuck do you want?" I yell, my anger starting to get the best of me.

"I just wanted to talk to you, see how you're doing. I heard about the case going on. I just wanted to know if you needed somebody." The person said.

"I don't need shit from you. I haven't seen you in 12 years and you think you can just pop up here like you really cared about me? I'm not falling for the bullshit dad- I mean, Curtis. You're not even a father."

"Just hear me out now Rosalinda." Curtis says, his baritone voice booming. "I didn't come here for your money. I just heard about the case and thought you needed somebody to talk to. I live here in Miami, by Biscayne and I wanted to catch up. I didn't know your mother would be here also." He scowls towards my mom.

"Shut the fuck up Curt. When you saw me just now your dick was about to spring up and out. And it's not like I wanted to see your fathead self either, after how you treated yo daughter. " My mom rolls her eyes, and comes to stroke my face. "My wonderful mija, she's the only one in the family that hasn't fucked me over. I raised her right. She's only one who actually loved me."

"I don't have time for this." Curtis says, and puts his hat on. "Now I wanna talk to you before you leave. Here's my card." He hands me a card and my mom snatches it out of his hand.

"She don't need this shit Papi chulo. You can go now." She waves him off and he rolls his eyes, walking away.

"Rosalinda, I better expect a phone call from you." He says from the end of the hall and I groan.

"You don't have to call him mi amor. I'll call him and cuss him out for you. I have about 12 years of shit to say to him."

I chuckle and look behind her to see that the food service finally arrived.

"Here you are ma'am. Your chicken quesadilla, chocolate cake, red wine, and martini. Is everything up to par?" The bellboy asks.

I nod my head. He walks away and I tell my mom goodnight, and shut my door. Before I could even sit down I hear the door knock again.

"Ugh! Seriously it is almost 4 in the morning! I just want peace!" I swing the door open again, "What is it no-"

My words were silenced as Michael tackles me, the both of us falling on the floor. He's kissing me everywhere, making me giggle.

"What are you doing here?" I ask in between kisses. "You weren't supposed to get here until Thursday!"

"I missed you. Plus I just finished the tour and I couldn't wait to be with you." He climbs off of me and pulls me up. I close the door and Michael takes off his jacket.

"Nice room. This is basically like a mini apartment." Michael says, looking around the living room.

"Eh. I wanted the penthouse but noooo. I couldn't get it because somebody already bought it. Some upcoming singer named R. Kelly or Jelly bought it out." I roll my eyes.

"Ah get over it Rosie. Come here."

I walk over to Michael and he grabs me by my waist, pulling me into the sweetest kiss ever. My knees were about to go weak from this. Michael deepens the kiss, and slips his tongue in my mouth. I moan a little, and grab his hair.

I jump onto him and he carries me into the bedroom, not breaking the kiss and lays me down.

"God I missed you." Michael whispers in my ear, playing with the hem of my panties.

"Show me how much you missed me." I say, turning off the tv.

He bites his lips, and traces his finger along my stomach, and up between my breasts, making my nipples harden. He slowly lifts up my bra, and smiles.

"You changed the jewelry."

I nod my head, looking down at my heart shaped rings. He leans down and licks around my nipple, making them harden even more.

"Is it true that when you have them pierced they get even more sensitive?"

"Mmhm. It's even more amazing when I'm aroused."

I swear on everything I hear him growl a little and he pulls myself towards him again, kissing my neck and face.

God don't let this night ever end.

••••••••••••••

*Michael*

After an amazing night making love with Rose, reality had to set in. The phone rings at exactly 8 am and I answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hello, this is the front lobby doing a wake up call."

"Thank you so much for calling." I look over and see Rose tossing in her sleep still. "We're awake now."

"Alright have a wonderful day."

Click!

Yeah, if only you knew.

"Rose, it's time to wake up." I rub her back, and she starts to yawn.

"Ugh. I don't want to do this today." Rose muffles into her pillow.

"Nobody wants to do this love, but we have too. Now come on, up and at em!" I smack her butt and she yelps, finally sitting up.

"My ass is still sore from last night Michael."

"Good, that means I did something right." I wink at her. She chuckles and gets up, walking towards her suitcase.

"Oh God." I hear Rose say.

"What is it?" I ask from the bathroom.

"There's fucking paparazzi here! How the fuck did they know what hotel I was at?!" Rose says, and I can tell she's getting more and more angry.

"Baby, baby calm down." I grab her by the shoulders and she tensed up, then relaxed. "You know how these guys are, someone probably leaked it to the press. There's nothing we can really do."

Rose sighs, and walks into the bathroom. "You're probably right. I'm used to all this shit, really I am, but with all this foolishness going on I'm literally getting anxiety from it. I can't sleep anymore, I'm lucky if I get at least 30 minutes of rest. The only time I'm able to fully sleep is if you're here. Sometimes I take these." She shakes a white pill bottle, "To help me sleep but they only work when I'm exhausted."

"Aw Rosie. Well you won't have to worry about sleeping alone because I'll be here with you." I hug her from behind, giving her kisses everywhere.

"Yeah but for how long? Don't you have to finish your tour?"

I shake my head. "Nope. I did my last show last night. I rescheduled everything and did the final shows all around California. Now I am officially on vacation. Just in time for the holidays also."

"What about your family?"

"They don't celebrate Christmas."

"Sooo wouldn't that mean you don't celebrate it either?" Rose looks at the mirror to me.

"I didn't, but I'm a Christian now, and all I want to do is spend my holiday with you. I want to make sure you're alright." I kiss the top of her head and she smiles.

"Come on, we gotta get ready." Rose says, and hops in the shower. She turns around and looks at me.

"You're not going to join me?" She pouts.

I bite my lip and pull down my briefs, and slip into the shower with her. We didn't do anything sexual, since we didn't have any time, all we did was wash each other, and it was honestly one of the most erotic things I've ever done.

We get out the shower and get dressed, I wear a pair of black pants, a black button up shirt, and a letterman jacket. Even though we're in Miami, it's not that hot outside.

I style my hair and pull a few curls to the front of my face, and clip the rest of it back. Once I like how my hair is I throw on my loafers, fedora, and sunglasses and walk out to the living room, where Rose was already waiting for me.

"Damn boy, you take longer than a girl to get ready."

I shrug my shoulders. "I gotta look good."

Rose rolls her eyes. "Whatever, let's go. Mamis waiting for us in the lobby."

I open the door for her and we walk out onto the elevator, both of our bodyguards in tow. As we reach the lobby I can hear more chatter than usual, and when the doors open I see that the front of the hotel is filled with paparazzi, all trying to get pictures.

"Oh shit." I hear Rose mutter underneath her breath.

I scan around the lobby, looking for Dalma and I finally find her, posing in front of the windows trying to get in pictures.

"Yas hello! I am Dalma De La Fuente, the mother of my innocent daughter Rose! Any questions you have for her you go through me first pendejas!" She yells loud enough so everyone outside can hear her.

I start walking towards Dalma to grab her but Rose pulls me back. "Nigga are you stupid?!"

"What? I was going to get her."

"If they see you with me it's going to get crazier than this. Do you really want to be apart of another stupid tabloid cover?"

Well, she wasn't wrong.

I sigh and put my sunglasses back on and I nudge Bill. "Bill, go get her."

Bill nods his head and grabs Dalma, giving air kisses as she's being pulled away. "I love you all! Vote for me!"

"Mom! You're embarrassing me." Rose says, blushing.

"Sorry baby, you how I get when I'm in front of a camera."

Rose rolls her eyes and I see her grab something in her purse.

"What is that?" I whisper to her as we walk to the back doors of the hotel.

"Juice."

"Last time you said juice it was whiskey."

"You wanna take a sip? It's not liquor."

I wave my hand away. "No no, I believe you."

Rose grabs my hand and tightens her grip on it. I squeeze her hand to let her know everything was okay, and we get in the car.

"Radio please." Dalma tells the driver and he turns it on, and Dalma smiles.

"Bout time we get some music on the radio. I swear all they do is talk shit. Not enough music. Just talk." She mutters, filing her nails.

I smile a little and I hear a song come on. It sounds so familiar.

I can't wait to get to school each dayAnd wait for you to pass my wayAnd bells start to ringAnd angels start to singHey that's the girl for youSo what are you gonna do?Hey little girlI love you, I love you so

This is my song! But it's not The Jacksons singing. It's somebody else.

All I do is think of youDay and night, that's all I doI can't get you off my mindThinking back all the timeAll the time

As the song went on, I started to like it. It obviously wasn't as good as our version, but still, it was okay.

"And that was 'All I do is think of you' by a new group called Troop! They covered the famous song by The Jacksons and gave it some soul! It's going to be a new hit I can tell! When we come back, what is an ozone layer? And why is there a hole in it?"

"I swear on my life I heard them talk about this on the radio before." Rose says, looking at me. "What's up with you? You look like you ate bad sushi."

"Huh? Oh nothing. I was just thinking about the song they were playing. It was nice."

"Yeah it was. I liked it. Are we there yet?" Rose asks.

"Not even five minutes." Roses bodyguard says, and as soon as he said that we pulled into the building. I felt Rose tense once more and start to shake.

"Baby, it'll be fine I promise. I'll be outside the room if you need me. Please, be calm for me. You're strong remember? Where's the feisty chick who almost ripped my dick off one day?"

That made Rose smile a little. "You're right. I got this. I gotta show them that I'm not scared for anything."

We park the car and the driver let's us out. For once there's not paparazzi around so it was easy for all of us to get out.

We enter the building and was escorted to the seventh floor, where we met with Roses lawyer.

"Glad to see you made it Rose. The detective will be here in a moment. Hello Mr. Jackson, how are you? Bradley Douglas." He extends his hand out.

I return the gesture. "I'm okay, thank you."

Bradley clears his throat and looks over to Dalma. "Miss De La Fuente, always a pleasure."

"Mmhmm." Dalma grunts towards him and pops her gum.

Bradley rubs the back of his neck. "Well then, Rose if you can follow me, Stacy!"

An older lady comes around the corner. "Yes sir?"

"Please escort this party to one of the waiting rooms, whatever they want, they get."

Stacy nods, and everyone follows her to the waiting room. I stay behind and grab Rose.

"Mr Douglas, do you mind if I have a minute with Rose ?"

"Well we're kinda on a time schedule." Bradley looks at his watch.

"I'll be quick, I promise."

"Well.."

"Bradley. One. Minute." Rose says, shooting daggers into his face. Bradley smiles nervously and walks to the end on the hall.

"Sorry you had to see that. I need the old me to come out for a minute." Rose chuckles.

I smile and push a strand of hair back behind her ear. "Be strong boo. For your family. For yourself. Do this for you okay? You can do this and I'll be here every step of the way okay?"

Rose nods her head. "Thank you baby."

I gasp, making her jump. "What?"

"You called me baby. Awwwwww. You only call me that when we're in bed." I tease, earning an eyeroll.

"Shut the hell up. You're making me all soft and shit now." She smiles, and leans in to give me a soft kiss.

We break apart and I watch her walk away, and into the office. I walk towards the waiting room, and just wait with everyone.

For 7 hours.

---------------I got motivated again lol. I have awesome chapters coming up I promise. I'm literally writing back to back. Also I want to thank you for almost 800 reads! You guys are amazing! And like I said this book will be ending soon. Buuuut. Book two is coming very very soon. You should except it in either late March or early April :)

-Angii<3