I watched as Michael's SUV pulled up to the Beverly Wilshire Hotel. I was confused because I'd thought we'd go back to Michael's condo. He must've read my mind because when he saw my confused expression he said, "I got a hotel for the night. Change of scenery."

I smiled at him and turned to look out the window again. We pulled into the back and Bill and Wayne got out to open our doors. It was around 11 PM, so not too many people were around. We made our way inside and of course Michael was holding my hand tight. We walked down the hallway to Michael's suite and my feet started hurting. I love heels, but sometimes they hurt so bad. Beauty is pain though right?

"What's wrong?" Michael asked with a concerned look on his face. I bent down to undo my straps as I whined, "My feet are killing me!" Before I knew it, Michael had scooped me up bridal style. I screamed, "Michael!!! You better not drop me!!!!" He laughed at me. "I'd never let you fall and you only weigh like 120 pounds," he said knowingly that I hated when people talked about my weight. I hit his chest, making him yell out "Ouch!!"

"That's what you get," I said laughing as he laughed back and kissed my cheek. As Bill opened the door for us, Michael put me back down. "Thank you," I said smartly and he smacked my ass playfully. "Goodnight you two," Bill and Wayne said as they left. We smiled at them a bidded a goodnight.

"After you," Michael said as he gestured for me to go in. We walked in and Michael flicked on the lights in the corridor. "Come on," he said as he grabbed my hand and led me to the living room. He turned on more lights and I watched him. I was amazed at any little thing he did. I would be content just watching him watch TV.

He sat down on the couch and took off his boots and patted the space on the couch for me to come sit. I smiled and walked over to him. As I sat down, he scooted closer and placed my legs on his laps. He slowly took off my heels for me and started massaging my feet.

As he did so, I bit my lip watching him seductively. He gave attention to the middle of my right foot and I threw my head back. "Oh my god," I moaned at the feeling. He laughed at me, "You sound so sexual."

I laughed and kicked him slightly. "Keep that up and I'll stop," he said, smirking and I pouted. "No, I'm sorry. Keep going, you're amazing." He shook his head and started massaging my foot again. "I think tonight went well, don't you?" I asked, looking at him. He looked up at me and nodded, "Yeah, definitely. I was watching people's reactions and they reacted well. I'm excited to see how it'll do in sales and on the charts. Maybe it'll beat Thriller."

"Oh, I'm 1000% sure it'll dominate all the charts and sales. Honestly, no one should even release their albums for the rest of 1991 because they won't be able to surpass yours," I said laughing.

He rubbed my legs affectionately. "Thanks, Smiles. I'm most grateful to have had your support throughout the whole process. I wouldn't have done it without you. You mean a lot to me." I smiled at him, tears slightly in my eyes. He laughed, "Are you crying?"

I looked at him, "No," I said sniffling and wiping my eyes. He laughed more and moved my legs scooting closer to me. He hugged me. I had my head on his neck and I felt his throat chuckle as he said, "You're such a crybaby."

I rolled my eyes and got up, "Shut up. You're lucky I'm showing you my vulnerable side," he laughed at me. "But for real, that's very sweet of you to say. I feel the same way. I'm grateful to have you by my side. You've become my best friend and I don't know what I'd do without you," I said as I sniffled looking at him.

He smiled and sniffled, "Now look who's crying," I teased. He nudged me. He grabbed my legs and massaged my other foot. "You know what we should do?" I asked as he looked up at me. He raised his eyebrows to say 'what.'

"We should get room service. Food, dessert, and some alcohol." He laughed and agreed. He handed me the phone and menu. "Hi, I'd like to order room service," I said, smiling at Michael. He looked so cute. "Okay great. Can we order some mozzarella sticks, some hot wings," I said looking at Michael who laughed.

"And then let's also get a bottle of rum with coke and for dessert....um... let's do biscotti flavored gelato," I said, smirking at Michael. That's the flavor he had in Vegas. "Thanks so much," I hung up.

"How long?" Michael asked as he finished massaging my feet. "30 minutes." He nodded. I asked him about his album process as we waited for room service. 30 minutes later, the food had arrived and we went downtown. "Mmm," I moaned, "This is so good." Michael wiped his mouth, "I agree. Good thinking."

As we ate we talked about his release party. "Oh! I forgot to tell you! I met Mariah tonight! She's so sweet! I gave her my number. I think me and her could be great friends," I said as Michael sipped on his rum and coke. "That's good. Now, I can drag you to Sony parties with me cause she'll be there," he responded with a smirk.

"And Diana, my god. I love her. She's better than I had even imagined! We talked about so much during that little 15 minutes! I didn't want her to leave! I know why you love her so much!"

Michael laughed at me, "Yeah, she's great! I'll always love her." A few seconds of silence passed and Michael spoke again, "You really going down on those mozzarella sticks."

I shoved him playfully, "Shut up! You always got something to say! Leave me alone!" Michael's eyes widened, "Oh lord, here we go," he said as he looked at me knowing what I was going to do next.

"So, just leave me alone!!! Leave me alone! Leave me alone girl!!!" I sang loudly. Anytime I said something that happened to be a Michael Jackson lyric in a song, I'd belt out that song. It drove Michael crazy sometimes. He shook his head laughing at me. "Stop, you sound horrible."

"You're a jerk!" I said laughing as he hugged me. "I'm kidding, but leave the singing to me." I rolled my eyes playfully, "Whatever."

I watched as he chewed his wings. "Michael," I said slowly. He looked at me, "Can I have one?" He rolled his eyes and held out his plate. I cheered and took one. "Thank you!" I squealed as I ate it. "You always take my food," he said, looking at me eating the wing. "Get used to it. And you know black people and chicken. Look at you. You think KFC is better than most restaurants."

He scoffed at me. We continued to tease each other while we ate and drank. I grabbed the gelato and started eating some. Michael looked at me, "Save some for me!" and I went to hand him a bowl and spoon but he shook his head. "Feed me," he said, opening his mouth.

I laughed and fed him some. As we talked, we took turns feeding each other. Could we have fed ourselves? Yeah, but what's the fun in that?

We finished our gelato and starting drinking more. Both Michael and I started getting drunk. I could tell he was drunk because he started getting handsy. "Michael! You always do this! Stop caressing my legs!!!" I exclaimed, laughing. "But they're just so soft and one of your best features. You are just so sexy."

"You are so drunk," I said, laughing hard at him. "Yeah, yeah. So are you," he said, poking my nose. It got silent as we drank some more of our drinks. Out of my peripheral vision, I saw Michael down his drink. He cleared his throat as he sat his drink down on the coffee table.

"Can I tell you something?" he asked slowly. I turned to him and nodded slowly. The mood had shifted. Not necessarily a bad mood, but just something different. He cleared his throat and spoke.

"You know earlier when we were talking about Diana?" I nodded at him, finishing my drink.

I paused and took a deep breath. I needed to get this off my chest. Let her know how I feel about her. I'm scared because I've never felt a love so strong for a woman.

She placed her hand over mine for comfort and I looked back up at her. I took another deep breath and turned towards her. "Remember when I said I loved her?" I questioned and she nodded again.

"Well, lately I've been realizing things more clearly. I will always love Diana, but I realize now that the love I'm feeling right now is more electrifying. More real. I realize that what me and her had was all in my head. But what I feel now...it's something I've never experienced before. Not even with Noelle. I can't lie and say that it doesn't scare me, but everyday I wake up and thank God for it," I said looking straight at her.

Her face said it all. She looked like she had so much emotion inside of her. She looked exactly how I looked. She grabbed my hand tighter and looked at me like she was searching my soul. "I know exactly what you mean, Michael. It's something indescribable that's happening between us. And yes, it scares me too, but at the same time gives me a rush. I've never felt like this about anyone in my life," she said breathlessly.

I smiled at her and leaned in. She leaned in and I looked up at her as she smiled with a tear rolling down her cheek. I kissed her softly and pulled back. I leaned back in and kissed her with more passion and this time I didn't want to stop and I don't think she did either.

We began kissing feverishly and I felt her grab my face and pull me down as she laid down on the couch, never breaking our kiss.

Our kiss became hotter and hotter as time went on. Our tongues wrestle for dominance. I pulled away so we could catch our breaths and I leaned back in, kissing on her neck. I kissed up to her ear, nibbling. She chuckled a little before she softly moaned in my ear. I kissed back down her neck and sucked on the space between her collarbone and neck. She let out a moan and I smiled against her skin, knowing I've found her soft spot.

She breathed out and grabbed my face bringing it back to hers and she kissed me. We continued to kiss before she pulled away and whispered, "I want you." I looked at her, searching her eyes. "Are you sure? We don't have to do this," I said, wanting to make sure she was comfortable. She nodded and spoke again, "I want to do this."

I smiled and leaned back in kissing her lips. We kissed a little more on the couch before I pulled away. I slowly climbed off of her and grabbed her hand leading her to the bedroom. As she walked in the room, I closed the door behind us and dimmed the lights low. I grabbed her and pulled her into me, kissing hungrily.

She moaned into my mouth as we kissed and I pushed her up against the door with my body. I pulled away to catch my breath and she turned us around putting me against the door. Her taking control was turning me on. It was evident I wanted her so bad.

She started sucking and licking on my neck causing me to let out a few moans. I pulled her back up to my lips and kissed her, moving us towards the bed. As we kissed, I unzipped her dress and took the chain straps off, watching the dress slide down her leaned body. I stared at her in a red lace strapless bra and matching underwear. I licked my lips at the sight and spoke, "You're beautiful," I said breathlessly as I leaned her back on the bed and crawled on top of her.

She shied away and I looked at her, "Do you want me to stop?" I asked on top of her. She shook her head no, "I'm just a little self-conscious sometimes." I pulled back a little and looked at her stunned. "There is no way that a woman with a body as beautiful as yours is self-conscious. Ashley, you are beautiful. Your body is beautiful. Remember what you told me?" I asked. She nodded and smiled and kissed me.

We started passionately kissing again as I felt her hands unzip my pants and start to tug at them. I sat up slightly to help her, while I took off my jacket and threw it on the floor. I turned my attention back to her. She had taken my pants off leaving me in my boxers and white undershirt. I felt her nails skim across my lower stomach as she pulled my undershirt off.

Our lips connected once again and I unclasped her bra and slowly took it off. I kissed down her neck and trailed kisses down her chest. Once I got to her belly button, I licked down to her underwear waistband and I heard her moan loudly. I grabbed her underwear with my teeth and slowly slid them down her legs to take them off as she looked down at me. I stared at her with pure lust, salivating. I kissed back up to her lips and as our lips connected, I ran my hand down her body and rubbed her on her sex rhythmically.

I felt her heartbeat against mine and slowly I stuck a finger in her causing her to moan in my mouth. She pulled away from my lips as I began to work my finger. I stuck another one inside and slowly swirled around as she moaned even harder. I watched her biting my lip. "Oh, Michael," she moaned as I pumped my fingers in and out.

She opened her eyes and kissed me sloppily. I slowly took my fingers out and brought them up to my mouth, sucking her taste off of them. She watched me with pure desire and want.

"Get under the covers," Michael said with his deep voice. I scooted back up against the pillows and pulled the covers over me as Michael walked over to the side of the bed and got under the covers.

I wanted him so bad and I could tell he wanted me with the same intensity. He climbed on top of me once again, kissing me deeply. We kissed for a bit before I felt his underwear being pulled down.

I felt his erection prodding at my entrance and I felt him enter me slowly. I moaned at the feeling. God he felt so good. "Are you okay?" he asked as he entered me all the way. I nodded and he smiled at me kissing me once more. Slowly, he started thrusting in and out of me.

His stroke game was mind-blowing. He started to moan in my mouth as he picked up his pace. He took his mouth away from mine and began watching me intently. He started swirling his hips and I lifted my back off the bed in pure ecstasy.

I've never had sex like this before. Aiden was decent. I was the only one good at sex in that relationship and with Michael, both of us were good. "You feel so good," I moaned, clawing at his back. Michael moaned a response.

He began doing different movements and it felt like heaven. "Oh, Ashley," Michael moaned lowly. We had been going at it for a while, neither of us wanting to stop.

He grabbed my left leg and pushed it up and wrapped it around my waist so he could angle himself deeper.

I was in pure bliss and Michael dug his hips to hit my spot. I felt a feeling creeping up as he thrusted deeper and harder. Michael started panting and so did I, throwing my head back, squeezing my eyes. A few minutes later, my body began to shake and Michael thrusted into me hard and held them there. I felt myself clench around him moaning his name in his ear, egging him on as he began to moan. "Ashley," Michael moaned as my toes curled and the both of us came.

We stared at each other until Michael kissed me passionately pulling out of me. He rolled off as we both laid there exhausted and panting. I looked over at him to find him already looking at me. He pulled me into him and I laid my head on his chest. As we laid there, I listened to his heartbeat return to normal.

He played in my hair and I looked up at him. He smiled down at me and leaned in to kiss me passionately. He flipped us back over and his hands started roaming my body again. Before I knew it, we went at it once more.

I woke up to the bright sun shining on my face. I squinted and tried to move but couldn't because Michael's arm was draped around my body. I smiled at him looking so peaceful as he slept. Thoughts of last night, or early this morning, came back to mind. It was so amazing. He really knew what he was doing.

I watched him for a few minutes and then he began to stir. I saw his eyes slowly blink open and then he smiled when he saw me looking at him. "Hi," he spoke with his eyes closed. "Hi," I whispered back. He opened his eyes, "How are you?"

I smiled at him as he opened his eyes. "I'm great. How are you?" I asked back. "I'm really good."

I chuckled at him and he pulled me closer to him. "Are you cold?" he asked as he rubbed on my arms. "A little," I said back looking into his eyes. He instantly pulled the cover over us more and sighed.

We laid there for a while, happy to be in each other's arms. Eventually I got up to take a shower as did he and when I came out of the bathroom in the clothes he gave me, I met him in the kitchen. He smiled at the sight of me to which I returned.

We ordered breakfast and we joked around as we always did. About an hour later, I was leaving and Michael walked me to the door. "I wish you didn't have to leave," he said sadly. I grabbed his face with my right hand and caressed it with my thumb, "I know. But I'll see you soon. I promise. I'll call you later today," I said smiling at him.

He smiled and I opened the door to walk out but Michael pulled me back and kissed me passionately. He kept kissing me and I laughed against his lips, "Michael I have to go." He pulled back and pouted a little. I leaned in and pecked his lips once more before saying bye once more and leaving.

When I got in the car, I sighed in pure bliss. This was the start to something great.