Playboy (I Wanna Be Yours) (A Michael Jackson Love Story) Part 3

I'd never been so thrilled in my life. The pagent had been successful. The entire time Michael held my hand, introducing me as, "my lady." A smile warmed my cheeks, as we climbed to carpeted steps back to his bedroom. The airconditioner blew small gusts of wind that tangled my curled hair. I was still in the yellow bikini. Michael's hand gripped my waist, firmly. His hads were gentle and warm. All of the models had looked fantastic. I felt as if I had failed in comparison; but Hugh and Michael insisted that I looked just as good as the rest of them. Hugh had called me over t his table, where 5 other young ladies had been sitting. He opened his arms wide, making his lap available to me. One of the women groaned, eager to be the center of attention. "Sammi bear," he exclaimed, delightfuly. "You look beyond stunning." I smiled gently and thanked him. The lights had been warning. They shone down on the stage like the sun upon the sky. They followed, perched right upon your shoulder, imitating each and every move you made. When my name had been announced, silence was all that could be heard. My thoat became tight and I fought desperately to hold back my pounding tears. Abruptly, Michael got to his feet, and clapped loudly. He called out, "That's my beautiful lady." I felt new tears arise behind my weary eyelids. Hugh followed Michael and began to hoot with pleasure. A few other unknown faces did the same. Some felt resistant; and refused. But, the majority were smiling and jumping. Cameras flashed, and I was on top of the clouds. I stood, in the same pose, for several moments. Finally, I decided I had experienced enough, I walked carefully off of the stage. Michael greeted me proudly, and embraced me with a whole different feeling of passion, Pressed against his chest, I could feel mine rise. I gasped for air, not aware that my breath had caught in my throat. He giggled wholeheartedly. "Shocking isnt it," he asked, raising his voice in a failed attempt to be heard over the blasting music and rushing realm of voices. I made it clear that I could not distinguish his statement. He nodded, and pointed towards the mansion. I nodded. I flashed out of the moment I would remember for the rest of my life. Sitting on the bed, I sighed- not a sigh of anger, or sadness, but of utter joy. Michael layed next to me. "Crazy stuff, huh?" "Yeah," I breathed, trying to search for the right words. "It was everything I thought it would be." I kicked back, Michael's breathing in sync with the clock's ticking. He reached for my sweaty hand. "You are a princess." I scowled, throwing my hair up into a bun. He laughed. "I know, I know. The whole sporty look is something you gotta keep up to snuff." I nodded, blankly staring at the wall. I looked into his eyes. They stared back. I saw all of the hurt, passion, and desires rush into mine. I knew now that I was the one that would give Michael the love he was deprived of his entire life. (TBC)