A little rude near the end but oh well (no disrespect inteneded) :) i hope this gets more interesting for you from here on ;)...R&R

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Months had passed since Paris's ordeal and she was now allowed to go out on weekends. She was now 15 and she had met a few people her age and even someone who she considered a friend. The girl, Maria, didn't seem to have a clue that she was Michael Jackson's daughter and hadn't yet seen Paris's body guards or family which made Paris extremely happy to know. Now she would be sure that she liked her for her and not for her fathers' fame.

Michael had given up alcohol and ladies which had helped him a huge amount. He had returned back to his old eating habits and gained weight which he was thrilled about, even though he would have still been considered very skinny. But it wasn't all good. Michael was a 40 year old man who was single with three young kids and he was suffering from sexual deprivation, he had also grown lonely again. He needed someone. Michael was starting to regret the promise he had made with Paris now.

He had wandered around the mansion trying to find things to take his mind off of 'it' but he hadn't succeeded. Michael thought about sneaking his way back to the bar and discreetly bringing a girl back with him but that would never work. He couldn't stand this. Why did he want it so badly? He tried to shake the ideas out of his head but it hadn't worked. Wandering outside he passed the place where all of the cars were lined up ready to take him to where ever he needed to go. The temptation was too strong for him to resist and he got in one of the vehicles and told the driver to head for the bar. Sorry Paris, I just couldn't help myself, he thought in his head as he rolled down the road with his body guards in close range behind him.

As he arrived at the bar he went straight for his usual seat. He didn't order a drink but instead he put both arms folded and the table and stared at the counter waiting for the girls to come running. As he predicted they did but before he could reach for a chair to pull next to him he was startled to see someone already sitting there. He gazed at her. She was beautiful. More beautiful than any girl he had seen before. He lost where he was for a moment and was pulled back to reality when girls' behind him started touching him on his shoulders and back. He ignored them and continued staring at her, she hadn't noticed him yet because she had been looking straight ahead, but she soon turned to order a cocktail. She felt his eyes watching her and she turned to look at him questioningly. He wanted to look down and pretend like he hadn't been watching he but he just couldn't take his eyes off of her. She smiled and then looked worried and her perfect eyebrows turned upwards.

'Are you okay?' She asked. Michael's heart skipped a beat when he noticed she was talking to him.

'Y…yes' He croaked and watched her lips as she smiled. Her smile made him melt and he slumped down in his chair but quickly sat upright again.

She turned again, got her cocktail and reached for her purse, but Michael quickly reached in his pocket and paid for it. She looked at him and smiled again.

'Wow, Michael Jackson just bought me a cocktail. Jack is really going to believe that one.' She said her eyebrows rising in disbelief. Michael's heart fell when he heard the name Jack, Dang was she taken?! She saw the anguished look on Michaels face and looked concerned again.

'Who's jack?' Michael asked quickly with a tiny glint of hope left that it wasn't her partner.

'Oh, he's my cat.' She laughed. 'Don't ask…he's a really good listener.' Michael laughed with her, all the time watching her mouth and how neatly it turned into a flawless smile. He was relieved that it was just her cat, but kept reminding himself that it didn't mean she was single. He decided to avoid asking her the question directly and instead beat around the bush. He realized there was still a crowd of girls around him and he didn't want them listening and watching him. He fanned them away trying his best not to come across as rude, and they all got the hint. He resumed his small talk with her.

'So…you live with your cat?' he asked, then knowing how ridiculous the question must have sounded. He beat himself up inside. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! She raised one eyebrow and tried to contain he laughter.

'Umm…yes. It's just us two. Hehe, you must find me a very sad, lonely person right?' she looked down at the counter.

'No. Not at all.' Michael reassured her; deep inside he wanted to ask her the same question but thought twice.

'Are you here alone?' He asked, still trying to pry the answer from her.

'Yeah. No date, I don't have a boyfriend, and I don't really see my friends much so…it's just me.'

Yesss! Michael thought to himself and couldn't help a smile emerging on his face. She continued talking.

'But you know, sometimes I just want to go out alone, clear my head. Alone time is good, that's why I don't want to be in a relationship right now.' Michaels face fell and he looked at her cocktail.

'You gonna drink that?' he asked and she took a sip. 'I guess alone time can be good but too much of it is a bad thing.' He said trying to convince her.

'Yeah I guess, but what about you? You're single. Right?' Michael became sad at this fact. It was so hard to find love at his financial level because most people just wanted to spend his fortune. He nodded. He turned his head to look at her. She was different to other girls. She didn't scream or smother him or seem to want anything from him. He was grateful for the normality of their conversation and wondered if she was a fan.

'How did you know I was single?' he asked curious.

'I…I…just…watch TV a lot and you're on it…a lot. With a marriage here and a divorce there. I think you have had enough of relationships not working out…like myself.' He smiled at her in agreement.

'What's your name?' he asked inquisitively.

'Renée' she replied. 'What's yours?' she grinned at him.

'Oh very funny.' He smiled and looked down at his hands. 'Renée huh? Very nice.' He complemented her.

'Thank you. 'She smiled again and sipped her cocktail again. He watched her every move. She was amazing and he felt that she was so much like him. He hesitated at his next question but he asked anyway.

'So…how about you come back to my place Renée?' he asked already assuming that the answer would be yes. She looked astonished then shook her head.

'Actually I have some…stuff to do at home so…' she looked at his reaction. His mouth was open in disbelief as she stood up. 'Which reminds me, I have to go.' She sucked down the rest of her cocktail and grabbed her bag. 'But it was nice talking to you Michael, and thanks for the drink.' She shook his hand, slung her bag over her shoulder and left.

Michaels' mouth was still open. He was shocked. Had he just been rejected? Him? Michael Jackson? There were millions of girls in the world that would have killed for this opportunity but she rejected him! He was angry, not because of the rejection but because he failed to get her number. This was a new feeling for Michael, he had never had to try hard to get a girl before and the fact that she turned him down made him want her more. He stood up and ran out after her, but she had already disappeared. His shoulders slumped and he helplessly walked to his car.

He got in and sat down; his driver looked very surprised at fact that there was no girl coming along or no drunken Michael to take verbal abuse from. Michael was looking out the window for her as they drove off but she was nowhere in sight. He leaned back in his chair and beat himself up again.

'You IDIOT! She was quite happy having a normal conversation! Why did you have to go and imply stuff! She didn't want that! She just wanted someone to talk to! You horny bas …' His mind went on and on throwing insults at him and he shook his head at himself.

He soon arrived home; he got out and looked up at Paris who was peeking out of the window. She looked extremely relieved when she saw there was no girls and that her dad was able to walk in a straight line (not drunk!). She put her thumbs up and disappeared behind the curtains. If only you knew…Michael thought to himself as he went inside. He went to the living room and lay on the sofa. He couldn't get her out of his head. Renee… She is so amazing, it's like she understands me' he said to himself. Why does the most beautiful girl I meet have to turn me down? Questions and thoughts haunted Michael and he fell asleep with his mind on her.

He was soon awakened to Blankets prodding on his shoulder, making Michael aware that he was having an erection. He shot up and quickly grabbed a pillow to hide it. Blanket laughed, not really understanding his fathers' embarrassment. He shrugged and ran off. Michael made a mental note to NEVER fall asleep with his mind on a girl again. It was only 7:30 so Michael went to watch a movie in his own private built in theatre and eventually got bored and went to bed…More dreams of Renee…

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iM NOT SO GOOD AT SUSPENSE! oh yeah and in the story i leav a lot of blanks where the descriptions should be, but that is because i want you to picture it in your own way. i really hate it when i am reading something and then the writer goes and puts a description...it really messes my imagination, but any way Renee is how you imagine her ;)