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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♡ 1990 Los Angeles Word Count:7.3K
It was an hour before closing at Rally's Record Store. You were in the back, finishing up the last bit of stocking before leaving. The air conditioning blasted cold air throughout the store, offering little relief from the fall heat. You regretted your choice of attire: black skinny jeans, red-bottom high heels, and a black turtleneck. The outfit felt stifling now, clinging to your skin uncomfortably.
The sound of the bell above the door signaled a new arrival. You didn't pay it much mind; mostly regulars came in at this hour, already knowing what they wanted. But then a familiar scent wafted through the store, one you hadn't encountered in nearly two years. It made you freeze in place, heart pounding.
You placed the Lisa Stansfield album down in its slot and turned on your heels, heading to the front counter. There stood a man, about 5'9" or maybe 5'10", with an unmistakable presence.
"Nice seeing you," he said, his eyes raking up and down your body, taking in every inch covered by your clothes.
It was Michael, your ex. The one you left because his obsession with you grew too intense. It wasn't hard for him to find you again.
You glared at him, but his thick Ray-Bans made it impossible to read his expression.
"I see you don't talk anymore," he said. "And I've seen you look better than this. What is this?" He pointed at your outfit dismissively.
You rolled your eyes. "What do you want, Michael?" you asked, your voice edged with irritation.
"Oh, you want to act like that, huh?" he said, leaning against the counter, his eyes lingering on your lips.
"I'm looking for Anita Baker's album," he continued, his tone laced with a mix of annoyance and something more.
"Which one?" you asked, moving to the B section.
"Giving You the Best That I Got," Michael replied.
You found the album easily and brought it back to the counter. "Anything else?" you asked, hoping to end the interaction quickly.
Michael licked his lips. "You."
"Get lost."
"Why so cold?" he asked, a hint of a challenge in his voice.
"Because you need help. That's your damn problem," you snapped, your patience wearing thin.
Michael chuckled deeply. "I see I still have that effect on you."
"What effect?" you shot back, even though you knew exactly what he meant. You couldn't deny the pull he had on you.
"You know the one I'm talkin' about," he said in a seductive tone. "You know how you used to drive me crazy. I don't know why you left when I could give you anything you want."
