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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★ 1988. Paris Word Count:4.7k
You finished the final touches on your mahogany satin dress, the fabric shimmering under the soft light. The diamond necklace Michael had given you sparkled, adding the perfect accent to your elegant attire.
"Baby, you almost ready?" Michael's voice echoed from the bathroom, a mixture of anticipation and affection in his tone.
"Yes, I'm almost ready. I just need to put my heels on," you replied, a smile forming as you glanced at yourself in the mirror.
Michael emerged from the bathroom, looking dashing in his all-black shirt, the collar adorned with a hint of red and gold. He exuded a confident elegance that made your heart skip a beat.
He walked over to the side of the bed, picked up your heels, and knelt down in front of you. Gently moving the hem of your dress aside, he slid one heel onto your foot. You smiled at the tender gesture, reaching out to caress his face. He then placed the other heel on your left foot, pressing a soft kiss on your leg as he did so.
"I love you," he murmured, his eyes locking onto yours.
"I love you more," you replied, watching him rise to his feet. He leaned over to grab his Ray-Bans from the nightstand, tucking them onto his shirt.
"Alright, are you ready?" he asked, extending a hand to help you up.
You nodded, picking up your purse. Michael helped you up from the bed and kissed you on the cheek. "You look so beautiful tonight," he said, his eyes filled with admiration.
"Thank you. You look handsome as well," you replied, feeling a warm blush on your cheeks.
He smiled slightly, a genuine expression of happiness. "Thank you, baby."
Holding your hand, he guided you both towards the door of the suite. He turned off the lights and unlocked the door, letting you step out first before following and locking it behind him.
You were led to the elevator, security forming a protective barrier around you both. The opulence of the hotel corridor made the moment feel even more special.
"How are you feeling?" you asked, looking up at him.
He glanced down, a smile playing on his lips. "I'm alright. How are you?" he asked, his voice gentle.
"I'm good now that we have our time together," you said, resting your head on his shoulder. The warmth of his presence was comforting, a reminder of the love you shared.
Once the elevator reached the lobby floor, security escorted you both out through the back doors to avoid a crowd forming. You made your way to a sleek, black limo waiting just outside. Michael held your dress delicately as you stepped in, ensuring it didn't catch on anything. He slid in next to you and closed the door, the soft thud signaling the start of your evening together.
