Hey guys, I wanna get back into writing fanfiction (It's been almost 2 years since I laste wrote any cause life happened), so help me out.
I got this idea where:
Michael and the f!reader are married with 2 kids, but both of their teams comes up with the idea that they keep their married life (children included) a secret from the public so that people don't assume Michael is the reason for her success. (The reader is a superstar/upcoming legend). And this is set in the late Bad/early Dangerous era.
While this works out excellent for the reader's career, it slowly takes a toll on her marriage with Michael.
Summary: You are out with friends hoping to forget Michael.
Notes/Warnings: Suggestive 18+ thoughts, drinking (be safe!). For the collage I used pics of Joe from the GQ red carpet because he was rather 🥵 to give the idea of what he looks like at this bar. The ankle-boots & cocktail are to give an idea of how reader & her interests. Reader is fem.
Thank you for reading! Re-blogs, feedback & ❤️ are wonderful, thank you!!!
Meeting your friends for cocktails, you were able to lose yourself in their idle chatter. All week long, all your mind did was lap back to Michael.
The way his devil may care smirk curled his lips, how his chain grazed your chest as he moved between your legs. You couldn’t believe it possible, but you were addicted to the crumbs of that night. You yearned for another tumble between the sheets with him.
Sighing, you glanced out the window as you friend Rebecca shared her office gossip. Eager to lose yourself in the twinkling lights of the office buildings that filled out the skyline. Your breath caught, forcing you to cough as you watched Michael walk in. You grabbed your cocktail and finished what was left of it.
“Y/N, love are you ok?” Your other friend Janet patted you on the back, looking at you concerned.
You nodded and giggled nervously. “I’m fine. I’m fine.”
“So, you won’t give Andy a second chance?” Rebecca, had really felt good with the match she had made for you.
You glanced as he made his way by your table. Your heart began to race. Yet again, you had trouble gathering a breath.
Pressing your lips together, you shook your head. “No, he had his chance. He didn’t even call to apologize.”
Your friend made a face. “He told me he did.”
To be honest, he did but then Michael had showed up and you stopped looking at your phone. At this time, you didn’t care to tell your friends of your tryst with Michael. The waitress, placed a fresh cocktail in front of you. You were grateful.
“Well, the next morning doesn’t count.” You took a sip.
“Oh my god. Did you just see what walked by?” Rebecca leaned towards you and Janet.
You tried to play dumb and shrugged. “Who?” You glanced around.
Spotting Michael, you spotted how like you he was with others. You swallowed, seeing a red head grab his upper arm smiling up at him. How you wished to trade places.
“Now if we do, sweetheart. Don’t be catching feelings since I saved you from weaving and wobbling home by your lonesome last night, alright?”
You weren’t, you just wanted to feel his passions again. That was not feelings. You were not a silly little school girl with a crush.
You had felt so alive and reckless with him. Was it bad you wanted that again?
Chewing your cheek, feeling your frustration grow you quickly excused yourself from your friends. Finding, the ladies and seeing that it was empty, relief filled you. You leaned heavily on the door and sighing, you relaxed.
Going to the sink you splashed some cold water on your face. Dabbing yourself dry, taking a breath you headed back to your friends.
A small sound escaped your lips when a hand reached out in the shadowy hallway pulled up against them. “Let me go!”
You wiggled, a rich chuckle filled your ears and you stopped struggling. You looked up and gasped.
“Hi there, petal.” A smile was splashed across his face.
You pulled your wrist free, his gripped tightened before letting you go.
“You’re strong.”
Your bracelets jangled as rubbed your wrist.
“Do you always pull people to you in darkened hallways ?”
He chuckled. “Only ones who I slept with.” His lips curled into a lopsided smirk, that made your stomach do a somersault.
“You could just say hello.”
He took a step closer, his torso grazing yours. “What’s the fun in that?”
You grimaced and shook your head.
“Its nice to see you again Petal.”
You felt heat fill your cheeks at his pet name for you.
“I’m glad you are happy to see me too.”
“I only blushed.”
His face drew close. “That means your happy to see me too.” You could feel as he breathed.
“No it doesn’t.”
“Yes, it does.” His lips now grazed yours.
“Yes, it does.” You relented, and just as fast he pulled back.
He chuckled. “Since that is settled.” You could feel as his eyes moved over you. “Want me to meet me later for darts or something?”
“Or something?”
He shrugged. “Yes.”
“Where?”
“Where we met.”
“When?”
“Say 9?”
“Ok, that will work.”
“Good.”
You looked at him and then back towards your friends and back at him.
“Oh, after you Petal. I want to watch you move.” He made a gallant gesture.
You smiled and shook your head. “Alright, see you later.” With butterflies flapping hard in your stomach, you turned and walked away.
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