KOP

Raymond held the bloody faca at my mom.

" And if you do anything to stop the wedding, I'll kill him! Any you too!" He yelled.

Mom had tears stream down her face. " Summer, there ain't a thing I can do to stop the wedding, so you're becoming a bride at 17." She mumbled.

Raymond shot a devilish grin. " You ready to become Mrs. Raymond Walker?" He said, rubbing his hand over my cheek.

I looked up at him with the darkest, coldest stare. I formed my lips to say no, but I looked over at my father, who was in so much pain because of me.

I bit my lip. " Yes, I am." Raymond smiled and gave me the tightest...

It was a beautiful dia in New York , I looked at Michael while he slept , looking so sexy. His lips so full and sexy , his bare chest with a pair of hard , rose rosa, -de-rosa nipples , his stomach was so smooth , he had the most nicest six pack. His hair rested on his shoulders , his arms were complemented with the most beautiful triceps ever. I crawled ontop of him , feeling his hardness against me. I moved the curls in his face away as I leaned in , my hair falling down to the side of my face. My lips pressed against his. I laid my hand on his cheek , my tongue entering his mouth as he moaned. I...

Michael helps me out of the cama and gave me a hug.
" I'm so happy that you're awake!"

I smile at his childish grin.
" Can you take me home?" I say weakly.

Michael bit his lip and shuffled his feet
" H-home? I-I don't know about that."

I looked down in dismay. Michael lifted my chin. " No need for that, Fancy."

My coração beated faster when his lips came to mine. They brushed over mine for a few segundos before he start beijar me very passionately. I felt his manly hands grasp my hips and he said. " Francesca Aliyah Moore, will you be my girl?"

My eyes got big at his comment. Me? Michael Jackson?...