My name is Hazel Clark and I'm only 18 years old. I grew up in a small town with only about 1,500 people in it. So basically we all treated each other like neighbors. Everyone treated each other the same way, a lot of good people to grow up with. I miss it so much. It just reminds me of how things used to be.

When I was 10 years old my parents got a divorce. I was devastated. I didn't have any siblings and I still don't but it was hard. Right after the divorce my mom always stayed sick. She was rushed to the hospital on many different occasions. Well it turned out her body was filled with cancer. It was already too late. The doctor told her if she got treated for it would only make her weaker than what she already was. After she was diagnosed she passed away 4 months later. A little bit before my 14th birthday. But I know she's always here with me. I love and miss her everyday. So now it's just me and my father.

Speaking about him, he is one of the most best filming directors in the world. He's worked with all the greatest in the music business. Stevie Wonder, the Supremes, Whitney Huston, James Brown, you name them he's more than likely worked with them before. He's very good friends with the 'King of Pop' Michael Jackson. Honestly, I don't really like him. I mean he's a good entertainer but as a person, don't really care too much about him. He's just a normal person. Speaking of, I have to stay with him for 5 whole damn months because my dad is going away for business. I begged him to let me just stay with my grandparents but noooo! Jerk. I am 18 fucking years old! You would think that he'd trust me but he doesn't...

So as of right now I'm packing my bags like I'm actually moving in with him. I just can't wait until these 5 months are over with. I'm just going to ignore him as much as possible, but I know he's going to throw one hell of a fit if I'm just in my own bubble while I'm there. Like why can't he just leave me alone and mind his own business? You have work to do buddy boy. Ugh! Not looking forward to this at all.

"Hazel, come on we have to go! I'm going to be late for my flight!" I groan grabbing my earphones and my bags before walking downstairs.

"It took you long enough." I roll my eyes.

"I don't even want to go! But yet I'm forced!" I walked outside getting in the car, placing my ear phones in my ear listening to some music.

Dad gets in the car and the next thing I know we are only a couple minutes away. I'm already aggravated with this and I'm not even there yet.

Just a few moments later we arrived. Going through the gates of Neverland. We come to a complete stop so you know what that means. 5 months in hell woot!

Michael came out greeting both me and my dad but I completely ignore his presence. But while he was walking towards this way I just realized how cute he is. Annoyingly cute. Not enough to get his way though.

"Roger! How are you?" He greeted my father with a hug.

"You know, just living day by day the usual." He answered back.

Michael looked at my body staring up and down before his eyes met mine. I roll my eyes. Men, men are scum.

"So you must be Hazel huh?" He said with a smile.

"I'm the only female here so I guess." He continued smiling but I know he wanted to say something else.

"I'm sorry Michael, she's been like this since this morning."

"Um duh, I don't want to be here. But yet look where we are." I hold my arms out.

"And why's that? We could have tons of fun. That's why this place is called Neverland for a reason." He stated matter-of-factly.

"Dude whatever can you just show me where I'll be staying? I'm already irritated."

"Yeah, follow me." He starts walking and I stay far behind following him.

"Be good Haz and Michael, you can beat her if she gets outta hand." He says giggling. Michael smiles back.

"Don't worry, I know how to handle her."

"Ok! Love you Haz!" I just wave at him.

"Could you hurry up man? I want a nap." He looks at me a squints his eyes.

"Listen here, this is my house and your going to show me some respect do you got me?" I arch a brow.

"Or what? Take my phone away? Keep me from going outside?"

"You'll be punished now follow me." He grits through his teeth.

"Yeah, whatever man." He takes me to my room and I walk in. It's really nice and cozy.

"Get unpacked and do what you need to do. Dinner will be done in 4 hours. Better not be late." With that he shuts the door and I blow air out of my mouth.

This is going to be a long 5 months. God be with me.

*

It's been a couple hours later and I just now got done with putting away my clothes. I lay back into the bed getting ready to close my eyes to take a nap when all I hear is a loud moan. Are fucking kidding me? Already?

"Hmmm oh Michael... you feel so good."

Yeah I bet with your horny ass. I am not going to be hearing this all day for the next 5 months. Nope over my dead body.

I change into just a sports bra and spandex shorts with my vans on heading outside. I made sure I grabbed my headphones so I could block everything out. I left the room slamming the door shut behind me hoping to disturb them for the hell of it. I put in my earphones turning it on to my favorite girl Nicki Minaj before running down the stairs to get outside. I heard Michael yelling for me before I made it completely down the stairs but didn't make an effort to give a fuck.

I heard this place is beautiful so why not go for a run exploring this place? Pass time by. Letting them do what they need to do. Horny ass old people. While finishing the tour I found a bench and I went to go sit in it to cool down. Oh well would you look at that? Mr. Idontgiveafuckifihavecompanyornot finally joined me. As soon as he sat down I got up and walked away blasting my music. Then I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I let out a sigh before turning around.

"What Michael what?"

"I just wanted to check on you and see how you are liking the ranch so far." He answered.

I scoffed.

"We both know that's not why your here. Your here because you got interrupted banging some chick." I rolled my eyes walking away..

He grabbed my shoulder again and I jerked away from him.

"I apologize for that.."

"I don't give a flying fuck man. It's your place do whatever the fuck you want. But I'm not staying in your house. I'm moving to the guest house."

"Why would you want to do that?"

"So I can be as far away from you as possible. Don't you get it man? I don't like you so stop trying so hard to get on my good side. It's not going to work."

"Oh, um ok.. I'll leave you alone sorry.. I'll have someone to transfer your stuff over.." He walks back into the house. I follow behind him.

"Hmmmm food smells delightful." Michael's play toy is being all touchy and shit on him and it messed with my appetite.

"Never mind not hungry anymore.." Michael stared at me walking away going back to my room. I slammed the door laying on my bed thinking.

Michael shouldn't have been made to be so damn attractive. I mean my god! His hair, eye color, nose, lips, smile, cheek bones, chin, cheeks, his neck, shoulders, his body in general. How can one be made like that?

"If I didn't know any better I'd think your jealous." He said walking into my room. Shutting and locking the door.

"Hahahaha! Funny.. ain't nobody want you man." He walks over to me getting on the bed hovering over me.

"You want me. You act like this tough girl and shit. Well baby I don't believe it."

"I don't want you!" He looks at me and smiles.

The next thing I know is that our lips are moving together as one. As wrong as it feels it feels so right. He opens my legs a little more so he can fit between them.

"Have you ever kissed anyone before baby?" He mumbled against my lips. I shake my head no because it's the truth.

"Mmm I'm happy to be your first.. and at a lot of things. If you'll have me.."

"I still hate you. You use your charm to butter people up. I hate that stupid shit." He tries to kiss me again but I put my hands over my mouth. He kisses my palms grabbing both of my hands in his kissing each one of my fingers softly.

He intertwines his fingers with mine in both hands pinning them slightly down on the bed above my head. I decided to play with him a little bit to drive himself over. I break one of my hands loose and run it down against his chest, down his stomach to my target.

"Are you already hard for me Mr. Jackson?" I say in a innocent tone.

"Oh god baby you know I am.. fuck.." he groans in a small voice.

"Hmm, that's too bad considering I'm 18 and your 26 maybe if your a good boy today I'll take care of that for you. But I don't know considering I like watching you being tortured.." I slip my hand down his pants and boxer briefs. I start slowly stroking him letting his pre-cum cover my hand.

"Mmm your mighty ready aren't you? To explode in my hand." I felt him twitch in my hand so I know he's really close.

"Ahh right there baby.. fuck!" He said through gritted teeth. He's going to be easier than I thought.

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Jackson dinner is ready.." I quickly take my hand out.

He gave me the 'are you fucking serious, your killing me' face. I just shrugged.

"We will be right down thank you Ms. Pat."

"Not a problem at all Mr. Jackson." With that she left.

He got off of me and I got up. He pushed me against the door whispering something in my ear.

"Baby, this is only the first day out of 5 months. You better prepared yourself." He gave me a kiss on the lips before leaving the room.

I actually might have fun with this. Torturing him. Oh yeah. But too bad he ain't getting none. He better call his little hoes over. Ha. Shame. He could have anyone he wants but decides to sleep with every fucking body? Why? I don't know.. But baby this right here. Off boundaries.

I waited a while before going down there. I changed into a really big t-shirt and some really short shorts making my way down.

No one was downstairs so I just decided to make myself a plate of food. I was grabbing a plate when I felt two big hands raise up my shirt placing their hands on my hips, grinding their selfs on me. And I must admit that did something to me, that I've never felt before.

"Do you feel it? I'm aching for you. But don't worry beautiful, I'll have my fair share of the game." He slides his hands to the front of my shorts sliding them inside.

"Mhm, your ready for me too baby girl. Don't worry I'll help you with that after dinner. That'll be my desert. And I'm sure you'll taste delicious." He kisses my neck and shoulder leaving me all hot and bothered with.

Damn you Hazel.. you messed with the wrong one or did I? Naw, he's always used to getting his way. Well not with me he isn't. My body just has to fucking listen to me and show no affection. Ain't nobody want him anyways. Ugh! I wanna go home.