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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⚠︎︎ 1992. Los Angeles Word Count:5.6k
Working for the most powerful businessman in the state came with its own unique set of challenges. Mr. Jackson's demanding nature and frequent bouts of bad temper made the job even more difficult. Though he had moments of kindness, his perfectionism and unpredictable mood swings could be draining. As his personal assistant, you bore the brunt of his expectations and attitude.
The office was eerily quiet as the evening wore on. Most of the staff had left for the day, but you were still there, burning the midnight oil. Mr. Jackson had asked you to stay late to catch up on paperwork after your week-long vacation. His frustration was palpable when you returned, as no one else could handle his meetings and important calls with the same efficiency.
A sudden, sharp knock on your door made you jump. The silence of your office was abruptly broken.
"Come in," you called out.
The door creaked open, and there stood Mr. Jackson, leaning against the door frame with his hair in disarray.
"Are you okay, Mr. Jackson?" you asked, noticing his disheveled appearance.
"Uh, yes, I'm fine," he replied, closing the door behind him and taking a seat across from your desk.
"You don't look too good," you observed, setting your pen down.
"I'm just stressed. There's a lot going on, but you don't need to worry about it," he said, scratching the back of his head.
Despite his flaws, you found him attractive. But for the sake of professionalism and your job security, you kept your feelings in check, although there had been discreet moments of weakness between you two outside of work.
"How was your trip?" he asked, shifting the topic.
"It was great. I went to the Bahamas, if I didn't already mention that," you replied.
"Oh really?" His interest seemed genuine.
You nodded, pulling out some photos from your trip from your drawer. "Here, take a look," you said, handing them to him.
He smiled as he flipped through the pictures, seeing you happy and relaxed. But suddenly, his expression changed.
"What's wrong?" you asked, noticing his demeanor shift.
"Uh, nothing. Here, take them back," he said, his voice deepening.
"Are you sure you're okay?" you pressed, concerned.
"Are you seeing someone?" he asked abruptly, standing up.
"Well, yes, actually. Why?" you responded, taken aback by his sudden change in tone.
