Haley and I where shopping at Victoria's Secret looking for some sexy lingerie. While I was purchasing the undergarments, and Haley was somewhere flirting; noting this rather tall but handsome guy. Kinda like Michael. Seeing that it was Michael I walked up to him.
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"Hey Michael, or is that really your name Mr. Jackson."

"Shhh! People are already looking at me funny, call me Joe!" he whispered.

"What! Okay so now your lying AND ashamed of me? And your buying lingerie?" I scoffed in anger.

"Okay Ashley, you need to relax," he whisper gently. "Just come by my hotel room. Please,"

"No, what the hell! You pimp!" I shouted. The whole was looking at me funny.

"Ashley... Relax..." he lifted my chin up with his finger to look me directly in the eye. "You left a little something in my room," he smirked then finished buying his lingerie.

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I was in my hotel room trying on my lingerie. Damn, I look HOT. I flattered myself since Haley was showering. I didn't know weather to go to Michael's *cough cough* (Joe's) hotel room to pickup my little something.

"Haley! I'll be back in an hour!" I yelled through the bathroom door.

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Michael's room was the pent house at the very top of the hotel. I knocked on the door just to see him opening the door and looking down at me. I was gonna melt.

"Hey Ashley," he bit his lip.

I clear my throat. "Michael, or Joe, or whoever you are! I'm just here to pick up whatever you said I did," I barged in.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" He sweetly giggled with his hands up, surrendering. "... But we need to talk Ashley."

He followed me into the living room were I sat down. I crossed legs, looking up at him.

"Your jealous aren't you?" he gave me a smirky laugh.

"What? No. Why would I be jealous?" I said in nervously.

"Ashley, get up off my couch."

"Huh?" I gave him a confused look.

"Stand up."

I stood up nervously face to face with him. Eye to eye. Minty, fresh breath. Beautiful, chocolate eyes. Perfect curls. He had sex written all over his face.

"I think your jealous because you saw me buying lingerie," he said sexily in a whisper into my ear.

"Um? I-I," I stuttered.

"Shh," he puts his index finger against my plump lips. "You like me? Don't you?" he said smartly.

"Michael I-I. No. Why am I here right now. You said I had to pick something up," I push him back and turn around.

He comes back up on me and caresses me from the back. I could feel his length. He cradles my hand and puts a piece of cloth in it. I open my hand and see it's my tong. He backed of me and started laughing.

"YOU BASTURD!!!" I pushed him roughly. "You teased me!" I yelled at him.

"Well, what did you expect?" he laughed harder. "Sex?"

"Okay enough Michael or Joe- actually that's one thing! Who Are You!"

"Michael. Jackson." he says simply.

"Ha, your really funny. I like that. But seriously."

"No, seriously. Yes, I know I was drunk when I told you. But I was serious too, it was cute when I saw you mouthing my song," he looked at me deeply and removed some of his make up.

"Um, no," I laughed.

"Seriously. Believe me. I can prove it."

He grabbed the remote to his speakers and started dancing to "Another Part of Me". I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Michael."

He turned the music off.

"Yeah?"

"We had sex."

"Okay? And?" he said helplessly.

"We can't happen ever, like ever," I ran out his pent.

"Ashley?! What's wrong!" he yelled down the stairs.

I got into my car confused, angry, but sad. I didn't know why. I don't like Michael? Do I?

To be continued. . .