Imagine that you and Michael are having an affair. He was married, and you hated his wife with a passion. You met backstage at one of his concerts, and ever since, you guys have been messing around when his wife would be out. He would also go to you if they were having an argument. You were a very famous artist. You loved making music for your fans just as much as Michael did. You noticed that when Michael left, he didn't care about you. Every time you would call him he wouldn't answer, and then he would only pay attention to you when he wanted to have sex. You guessed that that bitch wasn't enough for him. After he would leave, he would treat you as if you weren't important. But lately, you have been growing feelings for him. When he would touch you, kiss you, make love to you, it always warmed your heart. But of course you knew, he wouldn't feel the same. You had came back from tour some time ago, and now people were just waiting for a new album. You grew tired if Michael playing around. You decided that you wouldn't give in any longer. Then, that's when it hit you. The right amount of inspiration for the first track. You started writing immediately. Then there was a knock at the front door. You ignored it. Then your phone started to buzz. You looked at the caller ID and seen the name. You pressed the talk button.

"Hello?" You asked.

"Babe let me in." Michael said.

"Why?" You asked.

"Why shouldn't you let me in?" He asked, smirking.

"Maybe I don't want to." You said.

"Well why is that?" He asked.

You sighed and hung up the phone. You got up and went to the front door and opened it. Michael attached his lips to yours almost immediately. You pulled back and pushed him off. He made a face.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked.

When you backed up and looked at what he was wearing, your mind changed. It was like a light switch you didn't want him, then you wanted him badly.

You licked your lips and grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him inside. He was startled by your quick actions, and took a second to process what the hell you were doing. You yanked his shirt off and kissed him. He grabbed your ass, lifting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. He brought you up to the bedroom, releasing you on the bed. He ripped your shirt open, making your buttons fly everywhere. You continued to kiss him roughly. He made you lean back. His hands rested on your breasts, massaging them. He french kissed you, making you moan. His hands went lower to your shorts, slipping them off. You blushed, even though you and Michael have done this multiple times before, you couldn't help but be a little shy around him. He never broke away from the kiss. You unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to discover that he wasn't wearing any boxers. He undid your bra and threw it, making it land on a lampshade. He forced your panties off, making you more wet. He groaned, his erection was full and ready for some action, and it has been waiting for some time. It got to the point where it hurt, causing him to groan. He laid in between your legs.

"What do you want to do Y/N?" He asked, rubbing your thigh up and down slowly.

"Lets just get straight to the point." You said, kissing him again.

He pushed himself into you, making you wrap your arms around his neck. One if his hands was on your thigh and the other was on your lower back, lifting you up. He was in a sitting position in the middle of the bed and you were on top.

"Ride me." He whispered, looking straight into your eyes.

After he said that, you didn't hesitate to start bouncing. His head was buried in your breasts, and after a while he gave you hickeys all on your neck.

"Yeaahhh, just like that baby." He said.

Hearing his husky voice in your ear turned you on more, if that was even possible. When you were getting close to your high, Michael had you on your back again, him thrusting harder and faster. You dug your nails into his back as you reached heaven. He thrusted a couple more times before cumming. He collapsed next to you, kissing your lips a last time.

"How was it this time Y/N?" He asked.

"I loved it Mike." You replied, laying on your side.

"I love you." You added.

He didn't say anything. He just wrapped his arms around your figure and waited until you fell asleep. He pulled the blankets to cover both of your bodies. In the middle of the night, you woke up and noticed that Michael was still here. Usually he would have left by now, maybe the argument was really bad. You seen something glowing in his pants that were on the floor, so you grabbed the object and looked at it. It was his phone, and it had 20 missed calls from his wife. You just sighed and put his phone back. You grabbed a small blanket and wrapped it around yourself. You walked out to the balcony to look at the moon. Thankfully there wasn't any paparazzi outside, so it was more peaceful. Then you felt arms wrap around your waist.

"What are you doing?" Michael asked, laying a mini kiss on your neck.

"Just looking at the moon." You sighed.

"It is beautiful tonight isn't it?" He asked.

You nodded and turned around to get back to bed. You expected Michael to get dressed and leave, but instead he got in next to you and fell asleep also. In the morning however, he was gone. Of course. You got up and went to the bathroom to discover the hickeys that he left on your neck. You touched them, not really feeling anything. You just got ready for the day, covering them up with a turtle neck, which you would eventually take off once you get to the studio. You had half of the main song done, and now you came up with the chorus. It was perfect for your situation. Once you finished the whole song, it was time to record it. The song was released a week later and Michael never called you or came to your place. You were disappointed in yourself for giving into him so easily. You were scheduled to give a concert the next day and Michael would be in the crowd front and center. He was supposed to be there with his wife, your perfect opportunity. So when the time came, you couldn't be more eager to get out there. Your hickeys were still red and very visible. They gave you your cue and you ran out on stage to hear all your fans screaming. His caused you to smile automatically. Then your eyes landed on Michael and his girl. You were then reminded what you wanted to do. You grabbed the microphone and started singing.

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[Verse 1]
Your skin is warm like an oven
Your kiss is sugary sweet
Your fingers feel like cotton
When you put your arms around me
It feels like I'm just missing
Something whenever you leave
We've got all the ingredients
Except you loving me
And respectfully

You walked in Michael's direction and pointed at him.

[Chorus]
I'm not a piece of cake
For you to just discard
While you walk away
With the frosting of my heart
So I'm taking back
What's mine, you'll miss
The slice of heaven that
I gave to you last night

Michaels wife looked at you then at him.

[Verse 2]
You smell just like vanilla
You taste like buttercream
You're filling up my senses
With empty calories
It feels like I'm just missing
Something whenever you leave
We've got all the ingredients
Except you needing me
So respectfully

[Chorus]
I'm not a piece of cake
For you to just discard
While you walk away
With the frosting of my heart
So I'm taking back
What's mine, you'll miss
The slice of heaven that
I gave to you last night

You pulled down your collar to reveal he hickeys that Michael left that night to everybody causing his wife to gasp.

[Breakdown]
If I am just a piece of cake
If I am just a piece of cake
Then, you're just a piece of meat
You're just a piece of meat to me
If I am just a piece of cake
If I am just a piece of cake
Then, you're just a piece of meat
You're just a piece of meat to me

[Chorus]
I'm not a piece of cake
For you to just discard
While you walk away
With the frosting of my heart
So I'm taking back
What's mine, you'll miss
The slice of heaven that
I gave to you last night

You had kept your eyes on Michael during the whole thing and at the end his wife had left the area. He didn't really do anything, he just stared at you, not really showing an emotion. You performed a couple more songs before announcing a break. You went backstage where your crew handed you water and your next costume to change into. But on the way to your dressing room, you bumped into Michael. You were about to say something until he cut you off with a kiss. The he answered your statement.

"I love you more." He said, smiling.

You furrowed your eyebrows.

"She left you didn't she?" You asked, crossing your arms.

He nodded.

"So what am I now?" You asked.

"My girl of course."

"You make no sense. You only wanted me for sex and nothing else, now that she's gone you want me now?" You argued.

"It's nothing like that! Just let me talk to you tonight at your place. I'll explain everything." He said.

"Fine." You said , walking past him and into your dressing room.

You finished the show and went home, waiting for Michael to show up. When he did he walked inside and sat on the couch. You sat across from him and crossed your legs.

"So?" You asked.

"That night that you told me that you loved me, I felt something. I didn't know what it was. Even before that I was getting tired of my marriage. And then you come in. That song, I know that it was directed right at me, it doesn't take a genius. Believe me, I don't regret putting those hickeys on your neck either. That night I didn't know what to say. It was like the words were on the tip of my tongue yet I couldn't get them out. I'm sorry for everything that I could have done to hurt you. Like ignoring your calls and things, because I didn't know what I was feeling. When I watched her walk out of the stadium, it was like a miracle. I have wanted to divorce her for the longest time. I just didn't know how to do it. And now, I figured out that you were the one for me this whole time. I love you. I always have. I always will." He said, touching your hand.

A tear found its way out of your eye. You wiped it quickly. He got up and sat next to you. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into a kiss.

"I'm sorry." You said.

"For what baby?"

"For the song. I know it might damage your image." You said.

"I don't care about that right now. All I care about is you. I should thank you for releasing me from my wife's bitchiness." He said.

You chuckled and snuggled into his chest.

"You better not cheat on me Michael." You said.

"I won't honey." He replied, holding you closer.

"I'm serious if you do I'll do something very very drastic." You said.

"I know babykins." He said smirking.

You shook your head and blushed.

(I'm sorry for not updating anything in maybe a week! Yes I'm still alive. 😜A lot of things happened in this time and one of those things being depressed on the 25th just as any other moonwalker. But I'll be updating Split next and if you're interested to read my other book The Chat Room go ahead and read it! It will get interesting later on I promise. I love you guys and if you have a request go ahead and PM me! 😊)