His girlfriend has to spend almost the whole night in a hotel in San Francisco alone, because her beloved man left early in the morning. This is what the law, money, and family require, but not you. You don't like being alone. Especially in a foreign environment and country.

However, he promised to return, but he didn't say when. The hours pass slowly in a painful wait. It's already night outside, but you can't sleep. He's not here. So you just lie on the bad, covered in a blanket, and breathe in the scent of his perfume that lingers on his pillow, a scent that belongs only to him. Of course, the cute notes and his divine voice recorded on recorder are wonderful and very sweet. But you longed to see him and feel his presence in every sense of the word.

As you drifted off to sleep, you were immediately transported into a dream.

You felt the touch of strong hands that wrapped around your wrists with a confident grip. His tongue gently slid across your throat, causing uncontrollable goosebumps.

Do you like it, sweetheart? His deep, husky voice reached your consciousness. You could only nod as your body arched and trembled under his skilled caresses.

His body was beautifully and alluringly outlined by the fire that was burning in the fireplace. In the next moment, his large, warm hands covered yours, intertwining your fingers together. Your body felt the gentle, slow thrusts and his raspy breathing.

Be with me always, my angel. A confident movement again. Your back arches and moan disappears, and so does everything else.

You wake up and notice Michael Jackson, who has been watching you sleep for a long time.

I'm sorry I didn't make it in time.

Your gaze scans him from head to toe, noticing that he looks tired but seems peaceful. His leather jacket is long gone, and his body is already in pajamas, ready for sleep.