The Way You Make Me Feel - A Michael Jackson Love Story

Chapter 89 - Packing Secrets

Michael's POV

"You brought this upon yourself." I laugh, lying down on the bed as I watch her pack.

"Perhaps if you stopped distracting me, I would've been farther along..." she says rolling her eyes. I smirk as I watch her bend over her suitcase. "And you're not helping..."
she says as I stare at her backside.

She stands up and turns around as I quickly move my eyes up to hers. I blink innocently.

"What was that?" I ask as she snorts and throws a pillow at me.

I watch as she grabs some skirts and casual day dresses, since the outfits she wears for concerts on the BAD Tour are already in the dressing rooms.

"Aye, what time do we have to be at your parent's house?" I call out.

"Around eight would be good." Tatiana throws the skirts and dresses on the floor next to her empty luggage.

I turn my head to look at the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand. 7:15.

"I feel like I won't be able to pack enough." she says gripping a fistful of her hair, looking around at the clothes on the floor. "I mean, we are gonna be gone for four months with no breaks." She stands in front of the shoe section of the walk in closet, crossing her arms as she decides which pairs of heels she is going to take.

Knowing her, all of them.

"You can always go shopping on tour." I chuckle.

She sighs and shakes her head. "It's not that easy anymore."

I study her as she picks out the basic colors, a pair of black and a pair of nude Louboutins first before going in for the other fun colors.

I smile gently before looking down. The little things she does, like picking out her clothes.....makes me think how I want those small moments with her in my life forever.

I look up at her watching them as she stepped out her closet and placing her armful of shoes on the floor. I chuckle shaking my head at all of her shoes.

Tati drops to her knees and begins to fold up all the clothes she has thrown on the floor before placing them neatly in her Louis Vuitton luggage.

"Are you finished?" I ask.

"No, there's still more to pack."

"You want me to help?"

"Sure." she shrugs, folding a blouse and placing it in the bottom of her luggage.

I get myself off the bed. I look over at the vanity where she did her makeup and places her perfume collection. There were drawers underneath as well.

I open up one of the drawers and my eyes immediately widened, trying to be mature and not crack up.

Bras.

I hold one of them up by strap, a red velvet bra with black lace on it. "I hope you plan on bringing this with you." I say, catching her attention.

Her face immediately grew red in embarrassment. "Michael!" she hisses, getting up off her knees and speeding over to me.

"You said you needed help!" I exclaim and defends myself, watching her snatch the bra out of my hand before whacking me with it. "Oh, you're gonna hit me with your bras now?"

"Shut up." she says embarrassed, throwing it in her luggage.

"So you're packing it?"

"You know better."