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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The cool, crisp air of the Shrine Auditorium swept over you, sending a shiver down your spine as it slipped through the slit of your red satin dress. The gown clung to your curves, its deep hue catching the light as you moved, a stark contrast to the glimmering ambiance of the third annual Soul Train Awards. This year, you weren't among the nominees, attending not as an honored guest but for a more personal reason—a certain someone, whose presence you were drawn to like a magnet.
For the past three years, you'd been hiding a relationship with him, a secret romance kept under wraps, away from the prying eyes of the public and the ever-hungry tabloids. Your love story was a carefully guarded secret, known only to the two of you, a private treasure shared in whispered moments and stolen glances.
As you took your seat, several rows ahead of where he sat, you could feel his gaze on you, even though you didn't dare turn around. He was seated further back, surrounded by his family—Katherine and Joseph—who, like the rest of the world, were oblivious to the connection you both shared. Michael was your secret, and you were his.
The decision to keep your relationship private had been mutual, born out of a desire to shield it from the relentless scrutiny that came with his fame. You both wanted to nurture this bond away from the cameras, to cherish it until you were both ready to share it with the world. The topic of going public had only come up twice, fleeting conversations late at night, as you lay tangled in each other's arms. Michael had whispered the words with a hint of vulnerability, his thoughts drifting towards a future that included more than just secrecy—towards marriage, a life together beyond the shadows.
As the night unfolded with a dazzling array of performances and the announcement of nominees, your thoughts kept drifting back to him—the stolen moments, the secret exchanges, and the future you both dreamed of but never spoke about openly. The music and applause faded into the background as your mind wandered, eagerly anticipating the end of the night when you could finally slip away to be with him, even if only for a brief, hidden rendezvous.
The evening progressed, and Michael's name was called repeatedly, each time met with roaring applause. With each award he collected, he stood on stage, a vision of grace and charisma as he offered his heartfelt thanks to God, his family, fans, and the dedicated crew that made his success possible. Yet, amidst the flashing lights and the adoring crowd, his eyes inevitably found you.
From across the room, as he spoke into the microphone, his gaze locked onto yours, and for a fleeting moment, everything else disappeared. His body, normally poised and in control, betrayed a subtle weakness as his eyes traced your figure. He lifted his head slightly, the microphone momentarily forgotten, and his lips parted, the faintest hint of a bite catching his lower lip. That familiar rush of electricity surged between you, the unspoken connection so strong it was as if the world around you had vanished, leaving only the two of you in that moment.
