michael jackson had me breathless part12-15
I reached my room and worried my way over to my suitcase. Pulling out my notebook, I settled in to work. What seemed like an час passed. My feelings had switched from worry to a feeling that someone had been in the room before me. I set down my pen, turned and observed the room. It was then that I noticed a small piece of paper lying on the floor. Maybe it was a note from Michael. I picked it up and read: I SAW Ты LAST NIGHT WITH MY MAN. Ты KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF HIM или ELSE... THIS IS MY LAST WARNING. I stared at the note disbelieving. Who was this person and how did she keep getting in? I had to tell Michael. I took the note and made my way to the studio, waving goodbye to Mark as I left. I decided to walk. I was slightly angered, but also a little afraid. This woman was bold, definitely bold. She also outsmarted the guards and the security systems, so that made her smart and persistent. No matter what she was, I was growing tired of it, and also feared for Michael's and my safety. I finally reached the studio. I pulled open the door and prepared my ears to be met with booming sound. It was odd because the studio was completely silent. I didn't want to disturb anything, so I crept toward the big room. Midway, I decided to get Michael his cup of hot water. I backtracked to the back room where I found a coffeemaker. I grabbed the pot and crept back towards the main room. At that moment, I heard a low moan. "Wow." I thought to myself. "Michael must be really getting into his vocals." I walked into the studio. What I saw made me drop the coffee pot... Michael's lips were glued to the woman's lips as she straddled him on the control panel...
The coffeepot fell to the floor with a crash and shattered. Hot water washed over my shoes but I didn’t notice. Shock took over as I witnessed the scene before me. Michael’s hands were gripping the woman’s midsection. Her face was locked to his, her hands running through his hair. The crashing p