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You Can't Be Serious...? 10

Kayla I agree with you. Everyone should continue their stories. I 
promise to do my best to finish mine and I hope they do the same 
and of course I'll definitely continue to L.O.V.E our beautiful 
inspiration, Michael. :)

Here's pt.10

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I'm hearing things he did not just say that.

"What did you just say, cause it sounded like you said..."

Before I could finish my sentence he grabbed my hand and led me 
to the elevators. As we waited for it to get us to our 
destination, he continued to hold my now uncontrollable shaking 
my hand. I could see him looking at me out the corner of my eye 
as I struggled to keep them straight ahead. It felt like his eyes 
were piercing right through me. I've never been so nervous in my 
whole life.

The elevator stops, then the doors slowly open. As I follow his 
lead getting closer to his room, with every step I take my legs 
feel like they're getting numb. Then we stop.

Michael pulls out a swipe card from his coat pocket. Seconds 
later he opens the door. By now the little feeling I had left in 
my legs is gone.

"Michael, I can't move."

He looks back at me.

"Stop with the foolishness."

I frown at him.

"I can't feel my legs."

He turns around letting go of my hand. Then he picks me up like 
it's nothing and carries me inside, kicking the door shut with 
his foot.

"Relax, there's really nothing to be nervous about," he tells me 
as he puts me down on his bed.

"I know, I guess for me things are moving a little too fast."

He sits down next to me.

"Then we'll take it slow."

"Okay cool."

"Can I get you anything?"

"No but thanks. So...?"

"What's on your mind?"

"A hell of a lot."

"We got time."

"Well, first off I just want to tell you that you look sexy 
dressed as a bad boy and I was wrong. You can pull it off."

"Thanks. I did it all for you."

"I kind of figured it. I'm impressed. You got my attention."

"You want to hear the song?"

"Yeah, play it!"

He pops the disc in the stereo and presses play. The song begins 
to and I'm blown away. It sounds amazing! What made it even 
better is Michael getting up, dancing and singing along to it. I 
love this man! I couldn't stop smiling but all things come to an 
end. The song ended and Michael blew kisses at me and took a bow 
as if he'd just given a live performance. Now that my nerves had 
calmed down and I'd regained the feeling back in my legs, I stood 
up clapping, giving him a standing ovation.

"Who's bad girl?"

"You're bad but I'm badder."

He bites his lip but I wasn't ready for what he was about to do.

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