The L.A. home was quiet—unusually so. No crashing, no shouting, no Michael around demanding food or attention. You figured he and the others were out causing trouble somewhere else or was late at a rehearsal that his boss had demanded him to stay, and for once, you had the whole house to yourself.

It was the perfect opportunity.

You locked your bedroom door, heart fluttering with the thrill of privacy. Soft sheets soft beneath you, fingers slowly exploring, you let your mind drift to places you normally wouldn’t dare when your boyfriend was around. The ache inside you grew with every breath, every imagined scenario. And maybe, just maybe, one of those fantasies happened to include a cocky black curly haired superstar with a devilish grin and caramel brown eyes that always seemed to look right through you.

You didn’t know Michael had come home early.

He’d been annoyed no one else was around. When the kitchen turned up empty, he wandered through the halls—bored, hungry, and looking for something to do. That’s when he heard it.

A soft noise from behind your door.

Curious, he pressed closer. Then he heard your voice. His name.

He didn’t hesitate.

“Hey, love! What’re you doing in there?” he yelled as he shoved the door open, not even flinching at the locked handle. A quick jolt of force and the door swung wide.

Your eyes went wide in horror as you yanked the covers over yourself, breath caught in your throat, your cheeks immediately flushed a deep red. “M-Michael..?!”

He froze—just for a second—then grinned, eyes gleaming with interest. “No way. Were you actually getting off thinking about me?”

He stepped further in without shame, gaze locked on your flushed face and trembling hands as you pulled the sheets over your bare waist in embarrassment. “Damn, I thought I knew you better than this.”

“Michael, get out!” you snapped, voice shaking.

But he just laughed, leaning casually against the wall. “Why should I? You’re the one screaming my name, remember? You should be thanking Your Michael for showing up. You clearly needed me.”

He winked, that cocky smile never fading. “Next time, just call me in. I’ll give you something better to moan about.”