The Boss (A Michael Jackson FanFiction)

The Boss..45..

"I'll take that ice cream now." I smile as Michael pins me against the glass, exposing my belly button.

"I'll take you now." He smiles then kisses my nose. "Tamera, I'm so glad you didn't let Jermaine ruin what we're building."

"Michael, Jermaine can't ruin the sky because he didn't make it."

"Damn," He breathes in awe. "you're so fucking beautiful. I want you... now."

I giggle as he kisses all over my face. "We can't do anything in public, Michael."

"Then let me take you home." He whispers against my lips. "Can I take you home, Tamera?"

"To my place or yours?" I ask, kissing his soft lips.

"Yours. I'm sure Andrew would like to see you."

As I'm leaning in to deepening our kiss, the door to the building opens and people start walking in.

Michael groans as he lets me go and I adjust my shirt back over my stomach.

"I told you once we started people would come in."

Michael chuckles. "Do I have to get used to you being right?"

I kiss him as he pulls me away from the glass and towards the door. "Might as well."

**

"Have you talked to Tamera today?" Malcolm asks Taylor as he approaches him getting out of his car.

Taylor sounds the alarm on his car and shakes his head. "I haven't talked to her today."

"Has your mother?"

"I don't think so." Taylor mumbles as he walks around his father towards the front door of his Mother's house. "Why?"

"I want to see her."

Taylor frowns, "Mom or Tam?"

"Tam, of course." Malcolm frowns. "Why would I want to see your Caroline, Taylor?"

"She's the mother of your children." Taylor scoffs as he walks into the house and his father follows him inside, closing the door behind them. "Why wouldn't you want to see her?"

"Taylor," Malcolm breathes. "your mother and I are not getting back together."

"I'm sure. We all saw your new "girlfriend" at the hospital."

"What's with the quotes?"

"I just felt like quoting." Taylor sighs, rolling his eyes. "Look, Dad, if you want to get in touch with Tamera, call her cell phone or go by her apartment. I haven't seen or talked to her since last night so you'll get nowhere with me, okay?"

"What is with you kids?" Mac shakes his head in disbelief. "Do you both hate me or something?"

"I don't hate anyone." Taylor shrugs as he walks past his father to the bottom of the stairs. "However, if you're thinking that... there may be a reason for it."

Malcolm frowns at the back of Taylor's head as he disappears into the upstairs hallway.

**

"Do you mind if we stop by Jackson Towers?" Michael asks, looking over at me, as the Range Rover cruises down the road. "I need to grab a few items."

"You're driving, Michael." I reply smartly, but I wasn't really trying to come off that way.

"I'm trying to be courteous, Tamera." Michael sighs, shaking his head. "I told you I'm gonna try to stop being an asshole to you."

"I like the asshole though."

Michael looks over at me as I start batting my eyelashes at him.

"Okay, girl," Michael warns, playfully. "you trying to start something in this car."