Book I Of the 'Not Vanilla' Imagine Series.
𝚃𝚆: includes strong language, Sexual content, Explicit content.
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Imagines Between you & Michael Jackson.
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Tonight, you and Michael were poised to attend a party thrown by one of his esteemed business associates. Both of you donned sleek, all-black ensembles, your dress adorned with a daring slit that hinted at a hint of danger, while Michael exuded an air of sophistication in his tailored suit and tie.
"You look good," Michael complimented you, his voice carrying a mix of admiration and impatience as you put the finishing touches on your attire.
"Thank you," you replied, glancing at him in the mirror. His hands were casually tucked into his pockets, his signature Ray-Bans adding an air of mystery to his demeanor.
"Hurry up, I don't want to be late," he urged, already heading out of the room and down the hall, leaving you to follow in his wake.
With a resigned shake of your head, you sighed, the tension between you and Michael palpable. Ever since you caught him flirting with his ex-wife, Lisa, at an award show, you'd been at odds, and tonight, you were determined to assert yourself and push his buttons.
Grabbing your purse from the bed, you exited the room, making your way down the hall and out the front door to the waiting car. Michael held the door open for you, a silent acknowledgment of your presence, before sliding in beside you and closing the door. Despite the recent arguments, his gallantry reminded you of the sweet man you married four years ago.
The ride to the party was stiflingly silent, punctuated only by the occasional exchange between Michael and his bodyguard, Bill. You gazed out of the window, watching as the landscape shifted from quiet roads to bustling city streets. Michael's silence spoke volumes, a stark reminder of the rift between you, exacerbated by recent events.
Arriving at the function, Michael stepped out of the car and offered you a hand, his touch gentle as he adjusted your dress and handed you your purse. His grip tightened as you entered the grand mansion, a far cry from the whimsical charm of Neverland.
Inside, the room buzzed with the chatter of business moguls and socialites, a sea of familiar faces mingling with the occasional celebrity acquaintance. Despite the glamorous surroundings, the tension between you and Michael cast a shadow over the evening, threatening to boil over at any moment.
As you and Michael stepped into the party, Marvin, Michael's friend, approached with a warm greeting.
"It's good to see you, Michael. How've you been?" Marvin inquired, his eyes glancing between you and Michael.
"I'm well, thank you," Michael replied, his voice carrying a deeper timbre than usual.
"That's good. I see you brought Mrs. Jackson with you," Marvin remarked, turning his attention to you. With a flourish, he took your hand and planted a tender kiss on it, causing a rush of warmth to spread across your cheeks. "Great to see you again, beautiful," he added, his gaze locking onto yours.
