"Okay, so you got clothes, toiletries, bathing suits, sexy underwear, and lingerie right?" Alisha asked. I was so in tuned making sure I didn't forget anything that I didn't realize what she had even said. "Check, check, check, check, and ch---Alisha really?" I said back with an 'are you serious' face. "Hey, you and I both know what's going to happen on this trip. You need it after that sick bastard Aiden cheated on you." I looked down sadly. It had only been a day since Aiden and I broke up. It hurt more than anything because he was one person I trusted fully and he broke it. It was gonna be hard for me to trust people now. I hadn't even told my family yet and I knew they were going to be devastated. They loved him. They also didn't know about Michael yet either. They were gonna flip once I told them.

"Alisha, I'm not going to sleep with Michael. It hasn't even been a full 24 hours. I'm still hurt, but I just need to get away to clear my head and not think about my reality," I sighed. "And plus, Michael's not that kind of guy anyway."

My house phone rang and Alisha picked it up while I grabbed a couple more shoes. I always overpack for trips, but it's because I like to have options when I'm away! "How come you're not taking me to Vegas Michael," Alisha asked, swooning over him. She had a crush on him as well, but her first choice of a Jackson was Jackie. She loved her some Jackie Jackson. I shook my head laughing. "Give me the phone," I said with my hand out. She stuck her tongue out at me playfully.

"Sorry about her. She just doesn't know how to ACT sometimes," I said loudly so she could hear me. "Shut up, whore," she yelled back from my bedroom. "That's Alisha for you," Michael said back laughing. "Oh, I called because I'm leaving my hideout now, so be there in 15!" he said excitedly. "Okay, I'll be ready! See you soon," I said back sweetly. "See you," he said back and we hung up. I smiled thinking about him.

"Alisha!!! Can you grab my red lace panty set from my closet," I yelled out to her. She walked in the living room with a 'i told you so' smirk. "I thought you weren't going to "sleep with Michael," she said in quotes. I rolled my eyes and snatched it from her, throwing it into my suitcase. "I'm not...," I said back. I wasn't too sure though. If it happened, it happened. I wasn't planning on it. "Yeah, whatever. Call me if you need a Plan B," she said back. I threw a shoe at her with my mouth open laughing. She cracked up laughing yelling 'ouch!' from the shoe hitting her. "I can't stand you!!!" I said as we both laughed.

Our laughter was interrupted when I heard 3 knocks at my door. I walked over to it and opened the door. And there stood Michael in all his glory, looking scrumptious. I bit my lip as I scanned him from the bottom up. He looked so good. When I met his eyes, he smirked saying, "Checking me out?" I shook my head no, "No, just observing. Who are you trying to impress dressed like that?" I asked back playfully. "You. Did I impress?" he said back. I scrunched up my face and gave him the so-so gesture with my hand. He pushed my hand down and walked in kicking the door closed and pulling me into him tightly. It felt so good to be in his arms. He was warm and I missed his arms when he pulled away to check me out. "Well, you've impressed me," he said, licking his bottom lip.

I waved him off and turned around to walk out and zip up my suitcase. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked away from him. "Hi Michael," Alisha said as if she didn't say she'd buy me some Plan B. "Hi Alisha!" Michael echoed.

"He walked over and sat on the opposite end of my couch from Alisha. "Got everything?" he asked. I zipped up my suitcase and looked at him, "Yep! All set!" He smiled at me and I smiled back. He stood up and grabbed my suitcase while I grabbed my bag for the plane ride and he reached out his hand to me. I grabbed it, gently squeezing it. Alisha followed us out. I locked the door and we went down to the garage. "Well, have fun you two, but not too much fun if you know what I mean," Alisha said as she smirked. Michael and I looked at each other blushing. I shoved her slightly, laughing. "Bye, silly," I said as Michael waved bye to her.

Bill got out of the car and grabbed my suitcase from Michael and my bag from me. Michael opened the door and gestured his hand for me to get in, "Milady," he said with a goofy smile. I climbed in the back of the limo and he slid in next to me.

Wayne pulled off and I looked out the window watching the people and cars we passed, when I felt Michael hesitantly place his hand over mine. I turned to him, "What?" I asked, smiling. "Nothing," he said, shaking his head smiling back, "you look pretty." I blushed at his words. We made small talk and he asked how I was doing on the way to his hanger. He seemed genuinely concerned about my wellbeing and where I was at mentally and emotionally.

As we made it to the hanger, Michael grabbed my hand as we got out of the limo and walked me over to his private jet. "Good afternoon, Mr. Jackson, M'am," the pilot said, nodding at us. "Good afternoon," we said back simultaneously.

We walked into the jet and I was stunned. I didn't have my own jet, yet, but this was stunning. I was at a loss for words. I didn't even know a plane could literally look like a house on the inside. Michael turned to me, "Where do you wanna sit?" he asked, smiling at my stunned state. He laughed, "You're so cute when you're amazed." I blushed up at him. "Um, anywhere. Where do you usually sit?" I asked back, looking up at him. "Well, since you're here, I say we take the bed in the back," he said, biting his lip and wiggling his eyebrows. I elbowed him playfully and rolled my eyes, "perv," I said laughing. He grabbed my hand laughing and led me over to his usual seat. I sat next to him while he had the window seat.

The pilot announced we were taking off over the intercom and Michael grabbed my hand tight and closed his eyes as he rested his head against the headrest and took deep breaths. I was shocked! Michael Jackson is scared of flying??? "There is NO way you're scared of flying," I said with my mouth open. "Shut Up!" he said back, taking deep breaths. "Aw, my poor baby, come here," I said, pouting and grabbing him, pulling him into me, rubbing his head. "I know," he said, pouting and accepting my embrace.

I laughed and once we were in the air he pulled back. The flight attendant came up to us. "Can I get you two anything?" she asked kindly. "I'll have my orange juice," Michael said, turning to look out the window. "Ms. Richmond?" she asked, looking at me. "I'll just have a water, thanks," I answered back.

The flight was only about 45 minutes from LAX, flying private of course. Now, we were in the limo driving to Caesar's Palace where we were staying this weekend. I was so excited to be back in Vegas. I hadn't been to Vegas since a week after my 21st and I don't remember much of it either. But, I was excited to experience Vegas without all the clubbing and with Michael.

We arrived at Caesars Palace around 5 in the evening and Michael and I patiently waited in the car while Bill went into the lobby to make sure we're set for the floor that Michael rented out.

Bill quickly came back and Wayne drove around the back, so Michael and I wouldn't cause too much chaos. It was already busy since it was a Friday. Michael and I caused a small scene in the lobby as we walked towards the elevator. Michael stopped and signed a few autographs as I took a few pictures with fans. As we made it to the elevator, Michael and I took a deep breath. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that," I said, wiping my forehead. Michael laughed, "I've gotten used to it. It's still tough and chaotic sometimes." The elevator chimed and we all shuffled in.

As we walked towards the very end of the hallway, Michael and I joked around. He kept poking me in my side, making me laugh. "Stop it!" I yelled laughing. A great idea came to mind and I turned to Michael with a devious grin. "What?" he asked as he side eyed me. I started walking faster and then ran, "I'll race ya to the rooms," I said yelling back. "You cheater!!!" Michael yelled running after me. As I neared the rooms, I felt Michael grasp my shoulders and jump on my back.

I almost toppled over but I placed my hands on the door to one of the suites. Michael and I were cracking up laughing. "Get off of me! I can't breathe!" I said jokingly. Michael climbed off my back laughing, "I am not that heavy," he said, still laughing bumping into me. "I won, so it's alright," I said as I stuck my tongue out at him. He stared at me lovingly, "because you cheated."

"Nope. I was just faster. I happened to be a track and field star. Fastest runner in my hometown district," I said gloatingly. "Wow, I'm impressed," Michael said as he clapped. We laughed as Bill and Wayne approached us.

"Aw, look at you two," Wayne teased as Bill unlocked Michael's suite. "Shut it, Wayne," Michael said, trying to suppress his smile. Bill opened the door for us and Michael quickly pulled me into the bedroom before Wayne and Bill could get through the door. He locked it and turned to me smirking mischievously. "Don't hurt her now Joker," Bill yelled from behind the door.

The look on his face said he was up to something so I slowly backed away from him. He looked at me and licked his bottom lip slowly and ran straight towards me. I screamed as he picked me up and threw me on the bed. He climbed on top of me, inches away from my face. I screamed in laughter.

As my laughter died down, Michael just stared at me lovingly. "What?" I asked, chuckling. He didn't say anything, just shook his head smiling down at me. I played with a loose curl that hung on his forehead. He looked at me, then down at my lips, and back again. I opened my mouth slightly, wanting him to just go for it. He leaned down slowly and right when he was about to place his lips on mine, Wayne knocked. "Michael! Phone call! It's about the show tonight!" Michael groaned in defeat as I blew out a breath. Damn this what our third time getting interrupted?

Michael got off me as I sat up. "I'll be back," Michael said as he looked at me before walking out. I gave Michael a little time before I decided to walk out. He saw me and quickly got off the phone. "I'm gonna go to my room and get ready for tonight," I said. He nodded at me. I walked over to the door. "Ashley!" Michael called out. I turned back to him. "Wear something sexy," he said as he bit his lip. I smiled at him and nodded while walking out.

It took me about an hour and 45 minutes to get ready and get dressed. Michael called and told me to be ready at exactly 8 and it was 5 minutes till. I had taken a bubble bath, curled my hair, which was in bigger curls for once, and did my makeup. I did find something sexy to wear. One of the best things about modeling was the clothes you received and got to keep after shoots. My fashion game was on point.

I was spraying some perfume on when I heard a knock at my hotel door. I grabbed my clutch and walked out of the bedroom, turning off the lights. I opened the door and there stood Michael smiling with red roses in hand for me.

As Ashley opened the door, I fell into a daze. She looked so beautiful that I was at a loss for words. I eyed her heavily, biting my lip hard. I wanted her. And I wanted her bad. As I scanned her from head to toe, on the 5th time we locked eye contact. She tilted her head smiling at me. I loved it when she did that. It made me feel some type of way.

(Ashley's is on the left. Her hair and makeup included.)

(Ashley's dress)

"You look..Gosh I don't even know the word... stunning," I said breathlessly because she literally had taken my breath away. She blushed, "Thank you. You look striking, Mr. Jackson," she teased back. I hand her the roses, "These are for you." She smiled at me, "So, you do we listen when I talk," she said smirking at me. "I always listen to you talk," I said sheepishly like a school boy. She laughed, "How you turn from a grown man to a shy little boy in seconds amazes me, but thank you. These are lovely." She put the roses away and when she came back to the living room, she looked at me. I stood up and reached for her hand, "After you," I said whispering.

We got into the limo heading to Lavo for dinner. The show wasn't until 10 and we had time to pass so I figured I'd take her to dinner, just me and her.

We walked into the restaurant, waiting a few seconds to be seated. As we walked to our table, we passed people eating, whispering about us and our status. A few of them said hi to us as well to which I nodded and Ashley waved. She had also grabbed my hand tighter as we passed people. I smiled looking down at our hands, glad to know she felt safe with me. We made it to our table that was secluded from the public but has a gorgeous view of the Vegas skyline.

We made small talk as we looked over the menu joking around about things we couldn't pronounce on the menu. The waiter came to pour us Champagne Krug Vintage Brut, the finest they had. I could see the waiter checking Ashley out as he poured the champagne and I shot daggers through him. Couldn't he see this was a date?

We both thanked him and he walked away, glancing back at Ashley. "Well, this is romantic," Ashley said softly as she sipped her champagne. I smiled at her, "You haven't seen anything yet." We joked around more with each other as our main dishes were brought out. I ordered spaghetti carbonara while Ashley ordered the penne alla vodka. Both dishes were delicious and Ashley being a big kid at heart, wanted dessert. We both ordered gelato. I got biscotti while she ordered strawberry cheesecake. We both talked more as we ate when she asked for some of my gelato. "No! You have your own," I teased. "Please," she said, whining like a little kid, pouting.

I knew she was gonna be someone I could never tell no, so I rolled my eyes and pushed my bowl over closer to her. "Yay!!" she cheered, dazed into the gelato. She picked up my spoon and tasted some, moaning at the taste making me bite my lip thinking about how she would sound when I get to make her feel good.

"Delicious," she said smiling, "Here try mine." She pushed her bowl over to me and I grabbed her spoon tasting some. "Yours is good, but mine is better." She smiled taking another spoonful of mine, "I agree," she said mouth full. "Hey! That's mine," I said laughing, grabbing my bowl back. She pouted trying to hide her smile.

"You know," she started, "I never eat off of people. Like ever. Not even my parents. So, consider yourself lucky," she finished smiling. "I'm honored," I said, grabbing my heart. She shook her head laughing.

After dinner, we headed to the Temptations concert that I was super excited to see. Ashley and I jammed out the whole concert, singing along to each other. "I didn't know you knew about the Temptations," I said in her ear over the loud music. She turned to me with a slight frown, "Please. Me? What do you know about the Temptations? I grew up on this," she said smiling.

Ashley and I met them backstage after the show and took a few pictures. It was great to catch up with them. David Ruffin teased me about Ashley saying, "You don't know what to do with all that," as we watched her talk to Eddie Kendricks about her grandpa. I laughed turning towards him, "Oh, yes I do," I said back glancing at Ashley as she glanced over at me and smiled. David patted my back, "Thatta boy!"

The night was still young, so Ashley and I decided to go to the Stratosphere and go up to the very top to look over the night sky. "I underestimated how cold it actually is," Ashley said as she wrapped her arms around herself. I smiled, pulling her into me trying to warm her up. "So, how was our first date?" I asked. She looked up at me with a smile, "First date?" she questioned. I shook my head yes. "It was amazing. A night I'll never ever forget," she said sincerely. I squeezed her tighter. It went silent as we looked out into the sky. We stayed up there until we got too cold and headed back to the hotel.

As we walked hand in hand to the rooms, we laughed and joked as always. It was one of the things I liked about her. She loved to play and joke around just as much as me. It was never a dull moment with her. As we reached the rooms, Bill and Wayne went into their rooms leaving us alone. She watched them walk away as I admired her from the side. She turned to me and breathed out. We looked into each other's eyes for a while before smiling at one another. "Thanks for tonight," she started, "That was the best first date I'll ever have." I smiled at her, "Well, there's plenty more where that came from."

"Oh, is there now?" I nodded. "Well, I can't wait then." She grabbed my wrist to look at the time on my watch. It read 12:43 AM. She smiled up at me, "Goodnight, birthday boy," she said as she kissed me on the corner of my mouth. I was in bliss watching her unlock her room door. As she turned to close it, she winked at me.

I sighed happily. I'm falling for this girl and falling hard.