You really start to understand that the âangry black womanâ and âmean lesbianâ stereotype only exists to shame us for the fact we get reasonably upset about people wanting to horrifically abuse us indiscriminately. Letâs get meaner !
it makes me laugh whenever bitches shit on michael and his influence on music and other media, like oh whatever boohoo bitch. you canât discredit an original, it doesnât work like that!
he was overall humble about his influence BUT I WONâT BE.
saintâs presidential podium đȘœ: back with a new chapterrrr. thank you for the love on the first one you guys, really means a lot. and weâre just gonna pretend chrome hearts is owned by a black family, mkay? đ«š
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chapter one | series masterlist
jaafarâs home
los angeles, ca
Was it lilies? No, it had to be jasmine or roses. Is that how roses have been smelling these days? It was too strong for it to be any of those flowers. It was oud, sweeter though.
Vanilla oud? Jackpot. Maybe it was layered with something on top to make it a little musky.
And who knew that pink would go so well with gold? It shouldnât be surprising but it was. The pink was a softer tone, more pale but what could a much brighter shade look like?
Maybe-
âJaafar! Fuck, Iâve been calling your name like..three times now.â The loud voice coming from across the room snapped him out of his thoughts, his eyes now gazing at his fiance while he played the hem of his shirt. âSorry, the script. Just running through my head, what were you sayinâ?â His brows lifted a bit, indicating that heâs now focused.
A roll of eyes was sent his way. âYouâd swear that scriptâs the one making you toss and turn. I was asking which sandals you prefer with this dress? I havenât even worn some of them.â Rachel sighed, holding up two pairs on either side of her head.
The brief yet dramatic meeting at the country club was three days ago and Jaafarâs head felt like it was swivelling on a stick because of how busy everything was around him. He thought heâd be prepared, considering the blinding success of âMichaelâ, and that heâd consume himself in a character that had nothing to do with his personal life.
A romcom sounded simple enough to do, just smiles on every scene, slight sarcasm and a hint of angsty scenes to make the audience clutch their hearts and a big kiss at the end of the movie. Life would be normal after then he could finally get back to wedding plans. Unfortunately, it would absolutely go the opposite route.
Rachel wanted to make wedding prep in the middle of shooting, expressing that âheâd have experience from the plot of the movieâ and he just nodded along. Reading the script was another thing. There was no twist but it was stated thereâd be intense tension between the characters, a couple of kissing scenes and of course, just his luck, a very very intimate scene is included. Rachel almost chewed his head off when he explained it but retreated the anger when Jaafar mentioned that she could come along to Cape Town, a city on their honeymoon list.
And Aurelia Rivers. Well, Aurelia Ivy Rivers - âAIRâ on her social media. His agent described her as a talented actress who doesnât need the job. A nepo baby whose almost always wearing an obscene amount of Chrome Hearts. Jaafar dismissed the tone of his agent as slight bitterness, saying he wants to get to know her beyond the internet articles.
Well, heâd certainly get to know her in Cape Town.
Fuck, he zoned out again. âSorry, honey. You know Iâm hooked.â He apologised with a smile that always made anyoneâs heart melt, pointing to the mounted tv playing âThe Pittâ. It definitely worked now.
âThe purple ones would look really nice.â He nodded as she smiled brightly before packing the shoes in the suitcase.
âThank you! Need to pack the steamer too. Oh, by the way, whenâs your meeting?â She stood, blocking the screen as she folded her clothes.
Jaafar looked down at his watch and kissed his teeth. âIn an hour. Let me get ready.â He spoke, basically leaping from the couch towards the bedroom.
KLEIN MGMT
Aureliaâs mules clicked through the halls, her hands desperately trying to find something to do while she walked to the execâs room. Counting down the seconds until sheâd have the most awkward meeting sheâs ever had in her life.
Intimacy was something she knew she needed to tap into before landing such a big job as lead actress. Since dipping her toe in the dating pool after a long âhiatusâ, she was willing to explore it all with her partner. Damien had the confidence of a basketball player who knew he could win the league for the team however he had the skill of an intern who slacks off work to play video games. Essentially speaking, Aureliaâs life in the bedroom was stagnant and she tried to avoid being sexually active with Damien or anyone else as much as she could.
Until now.
âOh, there she is! Leading lady Lia!â Frank boasted, standing from his seat next to the intimacy coordinator and sitting across was none other than Jaafar. His hair looked so full and curly, with a few strands hanging a little loose. Looking cozy from the waist up, Aurelia skimmed at her co-star and focused on Frank leading her to her seat.
The musky scent of sandalwood and something sweet hit her senses all at once, lowering herself rather slowly into the chair. âMorning everyone, hope you havenât started yet.â She spoke with a soft tone, quickly introducing herself to the lady right across her.
Turning her head to her right, she nodded and smiled in an acknowledgment and he did the exact same. This was work, theyâre working.
âYouâre alright, sweetheart. We just need to get into the nitty gritty since this meeting was pushed to the very end before leavinâ for Cape Town.â Shonda spoke, opening a file of hers while the leads had their most intimate scenes printed on 4 pieces of paper each.
The pair nodded while Frank sat back and watched the ordeal.
âAlright so starting off on a light note, I usually like to give my clients very soft tasks to do in front of me. I take your partners are okay with this happeninâ because I do not need nobody barging in on set.â
Another nod.
âPerfect! Letâs get started.â
Jaafar stood next to Aurelia, not really noticing the height difference the first time they had met but he wasnât complaining. Aurelia on the other hand, shifted from side to side and feeling rather uncomfortable from her heels.
âAlright, need yâall to hold hands. Make sure to not flinch.â Shonda pointed her pen at them, watching their hands. His hand twitched, his pinky standing guard as it brushed against her skin and it felt incredibly soft before he slid his long fingers right between hers. It felt oddly comfortable but he dared not to look down at their connected hands, her nails brushing against the bulging veins on his hand and that somehow felt more intimate than anything heâd ever felt.
Letting out a breath at the contact, Aurelia subconsciously squeezed his hand while desperately waiting for Shonda to give them another direction. Thankfully her mind was read and they moved on to holding the inside of his elbow, then side-hugging to actual hugs.
Jaafar couldnât explain how it felt to have his chest pressed against Aureliaâs own, her arms linking behind his neck and the slight scratch of her bracelets sent shivers down his spine. Her scent enveloped him, oud and vanilla it was and he was sure itâd be cemented in his nose for the coming future. His hands were splayed across her back and he really tried to not let them fall any lower than the middle.
Aurelia initiated the separation, feeling her heart about to race and she couldnât handle him feeling it against his sweater. âWas that good? You smell fantastic, btw.â She complimented, their eyes connected once again and itâs like he morphed into a bunny with his curls slightly bouncing, it was the cutest thing.
âThanksâŠ.and um, yeah. Great hug, very comfortable.â He spoke, nodding gently and keeping his eyes on the side profile of her face as if he were memorising it all to draw a picture.
Fuck, Jaafar, get it together.
âAinât yâall just a great pair? My goodness, Frank.â Shonda lightly hit the director on the hand, silently complimenting the work of casting. âNow, yâall will probably think that I just wasted your time simply for hand holding and hugs. I just needed to scope out the chemistry between you two. The rest of these scenesâŠthey get a lil crazy.â The older woman explained, watching for their faces and how they reacted just being next to each other.
âWe got months of filming on our hands and I will be on deck checking if yâall donât hate each other to do these scenes.â Shonda started. âAlright, this last exercise before yâall sprint out. Aurelia, are you comfortable with all this?â
âYes maâam.â
âJaafar?â
âYeah, Iâm comfortable.â
âGood. NowâŠJaafar, go sit on that couch. Sit on the edge of it like you at a party or something. Lia, take a breath with me.â In and out. âGo sit on that boyâs lap and make sure it doesnât look like you had no place to sit. Act like that was your seat in the first place.â
Aureliaâs stomach flipped before looking behind her where Jaafar was sitting, rubbing his hands on his knees to rid of the nerves. They looked at each other, barely letting the thought simmer between them before Aurelia moved with precision. She touched his shoulder first with the bracelets chiming together and as if already knowing this dance, he opened his arms a little with one on her lower back, guiding her onto his thigh.
Jaafar took a breath, wanting to stay as calm as he possibly could when she finally settled in his lap. He knew he sounded utterly perverted but her ass was one of the softest things heâd ever felt on him. Through denim fabric too. It curved perfectly between where his crotch and hip meet. He hadnât even realised that his hand was touching her bare skin with the edges of her shirt having risen during the hug. The feeling of his engagement ring slightly digging into Aureliaâs skin to keep her steady was an odd one.
âExcellent stuff, yâall. Canât wait for our next one, you could be my favourite clients.â Shonda grinned, slamming her notebook in a happy mood. The pair had already disconnected by the time the older woman spoke, Aurelia quickly returning to her assigned office chair with Jaafar joining her after discreetly adjusting his outfit.
He knew it was wrong. Completely. Heâll book at Rachelâs favourite restaurant tonight.
A couple of minutes later, the sun shined on the both of them as they walked out of the building. Jaafar was his usual quiet self with his hands in his pocket and next to him, itâs as if Aurelia completely transformed into a new person behind her sunglasses.
âGotta get used to them.â She spoke, heels clicking against the gravel as she pointed to a nearby bush. He could spot at least three cameras pointed at them and he could already picture it on the internet with all types of false headlines. She - on the other hand - dug through her purse for lip gloss, essentially just putting on a show for the hungry photographers.
They both stopped at their respective Range Rovers, one black and one was white. Sure enough, Aureliaâs had the same crosses on her pants right on the passenger window, a small sticker but it was perfectly in sight. âYou really like Chrome Hearts, donât you? Itâs all mysterious and cool.â Jaafar chuckled a bit.
âThatâs all my dad wants to hear when you talk about it. Hell, it is his first baby after all.â She shrugged, unlocking her car to chuck her purse inside. He was taken aback a little, she just mentioned it like it was the smallest thing that mattered in her world. Her family just casually founded Chrome Hearts, of course they did.
âHuh.â He sounded out, quite impressed if he was being honest. âI was wonderinâ why you wore so much of it. Thatâs really cool.â He smiled, staying planted in his spot, not making a move to go any nearer to his car.
Now the sunglasses were off and she gave him a smile, making his breath hitch. âYâknow, I been meaninâ to tell you that you did a phenomenal job with âMichaelâ. You sure do know how to capture an audience, Jaafar.â She commented with her head tilted in the slightest and her smile never fell.
Surely, he was seeing things by now. Maybe the perfumes and colognes got to his head because why would her voice become a tab bit lower with her head tilted? He desperately needed some rest. âThank you, it really means a lot.â He gushed, his hand reaching to scratch the nape of his neck.
âNo problem. SoâŠCape Town? Iâll see you there, bright and early.â She assured, wanting so badly to smile again just to see him squirm a little. She gave a wave before flipping her hair back and climbing in the car. Once the door closed, he climbed into his own, trying to take a deep breath and hope he was hallucinating because that could not happen again.
Aurelia watched as he drove off, giving little honks to each other once he pulled out of parking. She lightly smirked to herself. âItâs a shame heâs spoken for.â She spoke to herself, pressing push to start and feeling it roar beneath her. âCanât afford to be distracted though.â She continued.
âHer Siri, text Damien and tell him Iâm on my way.â She called out as she also drove off. She desperately needed to get her mind off her co-star. She didnât need things being awkward so soon into filming so off to her boyfriendâs place it is.
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-> Netflixâs Michael Jackson: The Verdict debunked pt 1
-> Netflixâs Michael Jackson: The Verdict debunked pt 2
-> Netflixâs Michael Jackson: The Verdict debunked pt 3
-> Netflix Called Out By Artist
The Chandler Allegations đ
-> Chandler Allegations pt 1
-> Chandler Allegations pt 2
-> Chandler Allegations pt 3
-> Chandler Allegations pt 4
The Arvizo Allegations đ
-> Arvizo Allegations pt 1
-> Arvizo Allegations pt 2
-> Arvizo Allegations pt 3
-> Arvizo Allegations pt 4
Did The Description Match? đ
No, the description did not match. Every verifiable piece of documentation we possess that is public record affirms that it was not a match, despite the continuing media lie and lies from prosecutors. Here are two links where I have proven such.
-> Lauren Weis Is Lying
-> It Was Not A Match!
Who Is Rodney Allen? đ
-> 90âs Google Archive posts of Rodney Allen admitting to framing Michael Jackson + alleged letters he wrote
-> The Plot To Destroy Michael Jackson | Video proof of Rodney Allen coaching boys
Did The Jury Flip? đ
No, 10 out of the original 12 that deliberated maintain a Not Guilty verdict, as well as 8 alternates who did not deliberate but sat in on the entire trial. 2 jurors flipped 2 months after the verdict, contradicting their past interviews and original statements made to the media following the verdict. Money was an incentive. I provided sources/evidence in an answered ask.
-> The Jury Did Not Flip!
Did Jackson Possess Child Porn? đ
Absolutely not! Possession of child pornography is a felony crime, which would have resulted in him being charged with possession, not to mention he would have been convicted. What Michael Jackson did own was art photography books, which I have made numerous at length posts explaining.
-> The photography Books
-> No Child Porn Ever Found!
Miscellaneous Sources đ
-> Train Station Lie
-> Train Station Lie pt 2
-> More Lies From James Safechuck
-> Thriller Jacket Lie
-> Wade Robson Pretending To Be A Therapist To Grift Money
-> Matt Fiddes Was Never MJâs Bodyguard, He Is A Liar!
-> Wade Robson Asked To Get Married At Neverland Ranch
Nude Photos of Children? đ
-> Nude Pictures of Jacksonâs Friends
Gifting Jewelry For Sex? đ
This story was created by Victor Gutierrez and written into his book, which Michael Jackson sued him over (and won), a book proven to be libel which bankrupted Gutierrez.
-> James Safechuck Wedding Rings
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