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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♡ 1987 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚍 𝚁𝚘𝚠, 𝙻𝚘𝚜 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2.9k
Today, Michael was filming his short film, 'The Way You Make Me Feel.' He had invited you to the set, thinking it would be better than leaving you at home alone.
The leading lady, Tatiana, was constantly eyeing Michael during cuts and breaks. She was getting quite handsy with him, but Michael, engrossed in his work, seemed completely oblivious.
"Everything alright?" A voice interrupted your thoughts. You turned to see Latoya standing beside you.
You sighed and shrugged your shoulders. "Michael decides to bring me on set, but he's too busy with his 'work girlfriend,'" you said, rolling your eyes at your sister-in-law.
Latoya chuckled softly. "It's nothing serious. It's just work. I don't think he means any harm," she reassured you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.
"You see that? She sure is all over him," you remarked, watching Tatiana put her arms around Michael's neck, both of them laughing.
"It'll be okay. You want me to talk to him for you?" Latoya offered.
You shook your head. "It's fine. You don't have to," you replied, feeling a mix of frustration and hurt.
Latoya nodded understandingly and remained by your side.
Michael, still smiling from his interaction with Tatiana, approached you. "Hey, baby," he greeted, reaching out to touch you, but you stepped away.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his smile fading as he noticed your demeanor.
"Latoya, what's wrong with her?" Michael turned to his sister for answers.
"Michael, that's something for you to figure out," Latoya said firmly before walking away, leaving you two alone to address the tension.
"Baby, what's wrong with you? You don't act like this," Michael said, attempting to caress your arm.
"Nothing, Michael, just leave me alone," you replied, feeling a surge of irritation.
Tatiana sauntered over, wrapping her arms around Michael's waist, which only fueled your frustration. "Everything okay?" she asked innocently.
"Yeah, everything's fine," you lied through gritted teeth.
You couldn't help but notice that Michael wasn't wearing his wedding ring. "Where's your ring?" you asked, nodding towards his bare finger.
Michael glanced down and then back up at you. "I took it off. I didn't want to lose it. It's in the trailer in a box," he explained, sounding a bit defensive. "Why?"
