Michael Jackson Imagines (Completed)

16. Centipede Pt Two

This part is a bit short sorry but here is the rest of this imagine!!! I have a special author's note at the end for you guys since this part is so short!!!

(Y/N)'s Point of View:

After that night with Michael, Rebbie and Michael tried to call me but I chose to ignore everyone.

Feeling heartbroken and used I felt like a idiot.

I quit working with Rebbie on that last day and sent in one of my other friends instead.

I laid in my bed watching soap operas crying my eyes out.

There was a knock on my door and I groan not wanting to see anyone.

I walk to the door in my pajamas which are shorts and a tank top.

My eyes bloodshot from crying nose sniffling and my hair a mess.

I was hoping this was just my neighbor asking to borrow something.

I open the door and gasp at the sight.

"Michael what are you doing here?" I say regretting him seeing me like this.

"(Y/N) why have you been crying I..." Michael begins to say and I get annoyed all over again.

"Michael just leave..." I say closing the door but he puts his foot in the frame.

"See you keep interrupting me before I can even finish speaking and that's why we bicker so much you just drive me so crazy but I still love you..." Michael says making me freeze and opening the door.

"L-Love me?" I say stuttering and watching him come inside.

He close the door behind him and he closes the space between us holding my waist with his arm.

"Yes you ask me if I like you after I made sweet love to you. And before I can confess how I fell in love with you from the day I saw you...you ran off from me saying I used you...do you hate me and think I am a jerk?" Michael ask tipping my chin up towards him looking deep into my eyes.

I see him lick his lips and my own lips quiver and my body feels heated in his touch.

"In the moment it felt like it and I am sorry but no I don't hate you I can never hate you Michael when I love you so much." I say looking away now feeling nervous that I just confessed to Michael that I loved him.

The next thing I knew he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me sweetly.

My fingers run through his curls as he press me up against the door.

He wraps my legs around his waist as he attacks my neck with feverish kisses.

I moan his name and he carries me upstairs to my room to make sweet love to me giving me all of his love and tenderness.

I fall into the world of Michael finally facing our true feelings to one another and hoping that it will never end for I will always love him, my baby, Michael Joseph Jackson the man of my every waking dreams....

-A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this imagine it was something a little short and sweet just an idea don't forget to Vote and Comment and Let me know what you think.

The next imagine to be up is the final part to She is your queen to be and then i will be giving my imagines book a break to focus on Price of Fame and Blood on The Dance Floor.

I will be returning back to my imagines don't you worry but I just want to at least get Price of Fame done which we are almost there.