"Okay, I gotta go Smiles. I'll talk to you later. I'll see you tomorrow when you get back," Michael said over the phone softly. "Bye Joker."

I sighed as I hung up the phone. Michael has been a little distant these last two months. After we shot the video and went to my house, Michael didn't leave for days. Even when I left for work, he would still stay. He kept saying how he didn't want to leave me. I always laughed it off but now that I think about it, I realize there was something more to that.

I felt like there was something he wasn't telling me. I didn't want to be that type of girl that is always bugging but it was starting to bother me. Everything was fine when the 'In The Closet' short film premiered and when we attended the MTV "My Dinner with Michael Jackson," but a week or so after, Michael's mood changed.

I didn't know why and I didn't know if it was something I had done or said, but he just seemed sad and longing when we were together or talking on the phone. He was hiding something and I was going to find out sooner or later.

I adjusted my black lace corset in and reapplied my lipstick as I heard my doorbell ring. Michael was here. I fluffed up my straightened hair that was in its usual beach waves before I exhaled puckering my lips.

I gave myself a once over before I descended down my stairs to let Michael in.

I heard the lock click and Ashley opened the door revealing herself, smiling brightly. "Hi!" she exclaimed happily as she pulled me into a quick hug. I hugged her back. Her perfume hit me and it smelt like floral heaven. I pulled back and eyed her up and down.

She looked so sexy in her lace corset. She was all dolled up perfectly. As my eyes met hers, I noticed she was tilting her head at me smiling causing me to smile. "Come in," she said softly, moving out of the way to let me through.

She walked towards the kitchen and as she walked, I watched her attentively. My eyes lingered around her legs and another region. I bit my lip thinking about our hot and steamy nights we had after my album release party and New Years.

"Michael," I still stared at her legs thinking about how they wrapped so tightly around me in our moments of lust. "Michael," those nights are everything to me. I never felt so sexually connected with another woman before except her. I'm gonna miss her. "Hello? Earth to Michael," Ashley said, waving her hand in front of my face.

I looked up at her with my eyebrows raised. She laughed as she said, "Everything alright?" I nodded at her trying to play off that I wasn't having flashbacks of us in bed. She giggled. She knew.

That was another thing I was going to miss. How she read me like a book. She knew me and I knew her.

"Wine?" she asked as I heard the clinking of pots coming from the left of us. I turned to look and there was this young, Black man dressed in all white messing with her pans. He only had to be about 24 years old and was alright looking. If you ask a woman, they'd probably say he was gorgeous. He was brown skinned with light brown eyes and black curly hair. His bone structure was sharp and his teeth were super straight.

Ashley followed my eyes. "Oh! Michael, meet James! James, meet Michael!" she said nonchalantly. Who was he? And what the hell was he doing in her house? I forced a smile as he stuck his hand out. "Hi, Mr. Jackson, I'm a huge fan," he said with his deep voice. I shook his hand, "I'm sure you are."

Ashley nervously giggled and I turned to look at her. I gave her a look and I could tell when the realization hit her, "He's my new chef!" she said quickly. He might be her chef now, but I bet you he's gonna try to be more. I don't like this and I don't like him. Trying to steal my girl? I don't think so.

I'm usually not the jealous type, but with Ashley it's like silver in my veins. I don't want her around any other man except for me because they all try to flirt with her.

I nodded as she asked "Wine?" again. I trailed my eyes to this, James, as he started filling up a pot with water. I bet he can't even cook that well. Mother is most likely a better cook than him.

"Wanna go sit in the backyard?" Ashley asked as she handed me my wine. "Sure, yeah," I said, looking away from James. She shook her head, laughing and grabbed my hand pulling me outside. "We'll be outside James!" she called back to him. I whipped my head towards her.

"Okay! Dinner should be ready in an hour!" he called out. "What?" she asked as she noticed my hard stare at her.

"How long has James been working here?" I asked tilting my head towards her as she sat down in the sitting area that was under the built in canopy and jacuzzi.

"Um..well he's been hired for some time now but he just started working before I left for New York a week ago and now he's back since I'm back," she said sipping her wine. I nodded slowly. Some time now? She didn't tell me about him.

"I know you're not mad, Michael," she said, side eyeing me. I didn't say anything, I just sipped my wine. I had a feeling I was going to finish this whole bottle by myself. She drove me crazy. I didn't know if I wanted to choke her or kiss her in this moment.

She turned away from me shaking her head. I heard her quietly take a deep breath. "So. What have you been up to?" she asked, ignoring my previous silence. "Just busy with work. What about you," I asked back. I saw her stare at me. She definitely knows something is up and I plan on telling her tonight but I need the moment to be right, so she doesn't hate me too much for keeping this from her for so long.

She licked her lips and said, "Same ol', same ol'. Oh! I did another magazine cover for Vanity Fair!" I smiled at her, "That's amazing, Ashley! I'm so proud of you! You're becoming the biggest top model in the world."

She looked down smiling shyly, "Thank you," she said slowly. I winked at her. "You're welcome. You look very sexy tonight," I said leaning in closer to her. "I do?" she questioned with her eyebrows raised. I nodded, licking my lips.

She bit her lip as I took a sip of my wine, watching her. We talked and flirted some more before James called out. "Ashley! Dinner's ready!" She looked at me, "Ready to eat?" I nodded as she stood up and grabbed the wine bottle. "Coming!"

We entered the kitchen and Ashley and I sat at the table as James wiped off the plates. I stared at him as Ashley nudged me giggling. "Stop it," she hissed quietly. "Fine," I mumbled under my breath. "Okay, Ms. Richmond and Mr. Jackson, here is your seared scallops with basil risotto," James said as he placed our plates down in front of us. Ashley moaned, "This smells so good."

"It does, thank you," I said, forcing a smile at him. "Enjoy you guys," James said as he walked away to clean up the kitchen.

Ashley and I dove in and I will admit he was a good cook. I'll give him that, but that's it. "So, Michael, what are you up to these next few months?" Ashley asked, covering her mouth. I froze. I chewed slowly and swallowed hard. I guess this was my moment to tell her. I placed my fork down and look at her sadly. She noticed my silence and looked up at me.

She swallowed hard. "What is it?" she asked hesitantly. I let out a deep breath. "Please don't hate me for telling you so late, but just know I said I would never do it again, but Sony is pressuring me to do it." She just stared at me to continue. I breathed out again, "I'm going on tour for Dangerous," I said looking down, scared to meet her eyes. I heard James drop a pot. That bastard, he was listening.

It was silent for a while. Ashley cleared her throat and I looked up at her. "When do you leave?" she asked just above a whisper. "June," I said sadly. Ashley didn't say anything, she just looked down at her plate playing with her food.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Ashley asked as her voice cracked. The sad look in her eyes made me want to break down. "I-I don't know," I said shrugging, "I tried getting out of it, but I couldn't avoid it. Sony is making me and I said I'd only do it if it's for the children and the proceeds are being donated so, I said yes."

She still played with her food as she shook her head. "So, that's why you've been distant," she said, finally looking at me. I took a deep breath and nodded, "I didn't know how to tell you."

"A phone call would have sufficed," she spat bitterly. I grabbed her hand, "Ashley, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I didn't know how. We can still talk everyday," I said, trying to cheer her up.

"Yeah, sure," she said back sarcastically. "Don't be like that please," I said pleading. "How long is the tour?" she asked, looking up at me emotionless. "Till November of next year."

Her eyes widened, "Wow." I looked at her sadly because I hated seeing her like this. "You didn't see it all in the press?" I asked. "No, you know I don't have time for all of that."

"I'm sorry, Smiles," I said pleadingly. She exhaled deeply, "It's okay. I'm probably overreacting anyways. It's your job. It's what you have to do. And it's for the children," she said smiling with tears in her eyes. I got up and kneeled down in front of her and hugged her tightly.

I just held her for a bit, never wanting to let go. We heard someone clear their throat and we pulled back. Ashley wiped her tears as I rubbed her shoulder. "Sorry, to interrupt, but are you guys done? I can take your plates?" James asked.

Can he just leave already. He interrupted such a private moment. "Yeah, thank you James," Ashley said, patting her eyes with a clean napkin.

The night went on smoothly. James had finally left. The hard part was finally out of the way and a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I could tell Ashley was still sad though. The sparkle in her eyes would disappear if she looked at me too long.

As we sat on the couch, Ashley laid her head on my shoulder as I played with her hand. "I'm gonna miss you," she whispered softly. I turned my head and kissed the top of her head. "It's gonna be okay, I promise. You can call me everyday, anytime you want. You'll have unlimited access to me," I said, smirking. She lifted her head up to look at me and chuckled.

"Ooo, I feel special. Unlimited access to Michael Jackson!? That's never been heard of before," she said teasingly. I chuckled softly as she laid her head back down on my shoulder. "It'll be over before you know it," I said trying to reassure her, "And I have breaks in between legs so I can come see you."

I heard her smile. "You can come visit too," I said happily, "anytime you want." "Okay," she said, smiling with her eyes sparkling. We talked more about me touring and I told her about my charity work and how I was going to be visiting hospitals and orphanages all over while touring. I also told her about my goal to raise 100 million dollars by Christmas of this year. She cheered me on and told me I could do that probably by Thanksgiving.

We ended up talking all night and fell asleep together cuddling on the couch.

I anxiously awaited for Michael to come over. Tomorrow, he was leaving for tour and I had never been so sad in my life. I felt like a piece of me was leaving. Michael and I had grown so close over the past two years, I couldn't go a day without talking or seeing him.

I know he said I could call him anytime, but I knew it was going to be difficult. He was going to be traveling most of the time and with the different time zones, it was going to be hard. And to add, I was still going to be traveling all over for work as well and I knew he was going to be tired and exhausted.

I heard my doorbell ring and I ran to the door and flung it open. I jumped into Michael's arms, happy to see him. "Someone's happy to see me," Michael muffled into my hair. Of course, I was happy to see him. He was so busy with rehearsal and I was busy with photoshoots, that our schedules didn't line up. Any time we had free, even if it was for an hour or two, we'd try to see each other because we both knew he was leaving.

I got down and smiled at him. "Come on," I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the house.

Michael and I hung out as we usually did, watching movies, eating junk food, and enjoying each other's company.

As 'Saturday Night Fever' went off, I stood up. "Where are you going?" Michael asked with a mouth full of popcorn looking up at me. "To get you something. I'll be back," I said, running off to my bedroom to grab his going away gifts.

I walked downstairs to see Michael looking through my albums collection. "How does she have this!?" Michael said to himself, shocked as he played the vinyl. He was looking at my signed Marvin Gaye 'Let's Get It On' vinyl.

"My grandpa," I said, interrupting his browsing. He looked back at me and smiled. "My grandpa fixed his car one day, and he signed the vinyl for him and my grandpa gave it to me because I am a HUGE Marvin Gaye fan. If I could go back in time, I'd marry that man."

Michael gave me a blank look blinking at me. I laughed at him. "Not even funny," he said, putting the vinyl back. I chuckled walking over to the couch with the gifts in my hand. I patted the cushion next to me.

Michael sat down and smiled at me. I took a deep breath, "So. I got you a few going away gifts because I want you to think of me while you're away," I said pouting. He pulled me into a side hug. "Aww, you didn't have to do that. I always think of you anyways."

"Okay, so here's your first gift," I said, handing him a gift bag, "I hope you like it." He looked at me and then opened it. "Oh wow, Ashley I love it! This is-this is the best gift ever" Michael said, examining the gift. I got him a rare signed copy of "The Old Man and The Sea," by Ernest Hemingway, his favorite book.

I smiled and handed him a squared box. "Another one?" he asked, shocked as I nodded. I smiled watching him open it. "A camera? You got me a camera?" he asked happily. I nodded, "Yeah, so you could document everything for me and send me pictures while you're away," I said, smiling at him. "I love it, thank you!"

"Last one. This one is more personal and you might not even accept it, but I want you to have it," I said, biting my lip nervously. He slowly unwrapped it. "A key?" he questioned, slightly frowning up at me. "A key to my house. So you can come and go anytime you want. Or when you're on break and want to come over and sleep."

Michael suddenly hugged me. "I love y-" Michael stuttered. "I love it! This means so much to me," Michael said correcting himself. I smiled at him.

Suddenly 'Distant Lover' came on the record player and Michael and I stared at each other. Slowly, Michael and I leaned in and he kissed me full of passion and love. I kissed him back needingly. We ended up making out on the couch. His mouth firm and warm on mine, as his hand slid down my body.

As we continued to kiss, I felt Michael slip his hand into my leggings and rub me on my panties teasing me. Michael pulled away from my lips and trailed kisses down to my neck. I moaned at him sucking and kissing on my neck. I knew he was leaving marks but I didn't care. I wanted him.

A few seconds later, his hand slipped into my panties and I felt him rubbing on me. I moaned at the feeling and Michael bit his lip watching me react. Slowly he stuck two fingers in me and motioned her fingers rhythmically. "Oh my god," I moaned, throwing my head back, closing my eyes.

He continued to finger me as I pulled him back down to kiss me. "Let's go in the room," he whispered in my ear as he nibbled on it.

We made out on the way to my room and as soon as the door shut, Michael pulled off my shirt and took off my sports bra.

He pulled down my leggings. "Step out," Michael demanded as he looked up at me. I did as told and watched Michael as he kissed his way back up my legs. He kissed my lips and I started unbuckling his pants.

I quickly got him undressed and he picked me up by my legs and walked me to the bed. He put me under the covers and climbed on top of me. He leaned down to kiss me but I turned away. "What's wrong?" he asked breathlessly. I grabbed the radio remote off the nightstand and turned it on. Luckily for me, Teddy Pendergrass' 'Turn Off The Lights' came on and I looked at Michael.

He smiled at me and I smiled back. I pulled him down to kiss me. As we kissed, I felt Michael slowly enter me. I gasped in pleasure. Michael stilled for a moment, pulling back from the kiss.

He breathed out and looked at me, slowly starting to thrust in and out of me. "Oh yes," I moaned, rolling my eyes back at the feeling of him. Michael leaned down and kissed my forehead, slowly thrusting.

Michael's moans filled the room with mine as he picked up his pace. His eyes were filled with lust, yet so much love. His curls stuck to his neck and forehead. He leaned down, placing his sweaty forehead in my neck, and I wrapped my arms around him, clawing at his back.

I placed my hands on his lower abdomen stopping him. "Wha-what's wrong?" Michael asked panting as he stopped. I rolled us over and now I was on top.

I flipped my hair over to the side and leaned down to kiss Michael. I slowly started to ride him as he moaned loudly, pulling away from my lips. I bit his lip gently and sat up, moving my hips back and forth. "Ashley, oh my god," Michael moaned loudly as I rode him.

I could tell this was turning him on so much by the way he moaned. I looked at him and he watched me attentively. He grabbed my hips and they fit perfectly in his hands. I switched to bouncing on him and he threw his hand back in pleasure.

I loved this control I had over him. Suddenly, Michael sat up and kissed me hungrily. He flipped us back over so he was on top and I squealed, causing him to laugh against my lips. He grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders as he entered me again.

We had never done this position before so I was excited. Michael started thrusting into me as we both moaned. We went at it for a while in this position as both of our warm and sweaty bodies rubbed against each other.

I moaned loudly as Michael pounded into me. I knew I was going to be sore the next day. "Ffffuck," Michael said as he kept going. At this point, my headboard was banging into the wall.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum," I said as Michael stared down at me. Michael sped up as I moaned his name over and over. "Oh Ashley," Michael moaned as he came inside me.

He collapsed on top of me panting hard. I played in his sweaty curls before he looked up at me and smiled. He kissed me deeply as he pulled out.