As the alarm goes off you push the button quickly.
Oh already 8 huh..
let's get ready!
You roll out of bed in slow motion and trot into the bathroom.
brushing your teeth sitting next to the big bathtub you slowly start to wake up.
This place... his place... wow.
Before you basically moved into the mansion on the ranch you had never seen such a big bathroom before it's as big as a dancehall.
The bathroom... there is a shower,
we'll let's call it shower its more like a whole rain ceiling. Then a steam shower,
a gigantic baroque looking tub, a sauna, floor to ceiling mirrors and two golden sinks. There would be space for up to 40 people or more in there.
All of this was almost normal to you by now,
but you never failed to admire the beautiful home Michael had build for himself.
Even tho it seemed posh and glamorous it had many nooks and charming corners which didn't scream money or extravagant taste.
It was just like Michael, a mix of old and new. gold tones and warm wood antiques.
Filled with little details yet to discover, Michael brought a lot of sentimental items into it.
It's something loved and unique and this feeling carried itself through the entire home.
Its so beautiful to sit underneath the trees in the backyard near the lake to just calm down or read...
Pjs off and a quick shower brought you into the day fully.
Warm water droplets hitting your back. A groan escaped your mouth.
lathering shampoo into your hair.
as much as I love this house and it's spacious feeling which to me Never felt to big or scary, just airy and beautiful,
it had one main downside.
Even here in this sanctuary the paparazzi were lingering just a view minutes away, outside the gates, infront of the house day and night.
"Fucking bastards"
Just days before, some paparazzi tried to get into Michael's car.
His driver forgot to lock the doors in time and he told you how all those people almost mushed him to the car ceiling.
As he told you he seemed amused, but the face he made told another story.
Situations like this were risky, dangerous and scary at most.
I don't know how he manages that...
Michael always tried to keep you save at all costs, especially from the Press and Fans.
The Public knew he was dating someone, as he told a interviewer two months prior.
But he managed to keep your identity secret with most accurate planning.
Blackout windows in the cars that drove out,
a big hat, a coat to cover your clothes and body,
a wig, sunglasses and a mask to cover you up while you walked out and a few other necessary precautions.
No time to loose now!
I need to get ready, Michael made space for your clothes in the walk in closet so you grab your outfit from your side and sat down to do your makeup.
you noticed some papers on this side of Michael's wardrobe.
As soon as you began to read them, a thousand butterflies rushed into you stomach.
Smiling like an idiot you sat down.
Feeling your cheeks get warm.
Heavier breathing.
She's got the look
She's so fine
And you know damn well
The girl will be mine
She got the breaks
She's a scene
And you know damn well
She gives it to me..
One of his new songs, for the upcoming album.
Full of glee you ran over to his office putting down the lyrics on the desk, you couldn't resist leaving a lipstick imprint on it with your lips.
Did he write this?...
did he have you in mind while writing his?...
..your cheeks were glowing.
As you walked down to the kitchen you grabbed some juice and a sandwich.
started to prepare yourself for the way to work.
Wig!
Hat!
Mask!
Coat!
you looked into the mirror and checked and checked, everything was sitting right.
No hair showing,no clothing visible no nose mouth or eyes visible. You started to grin a little.
The first time you two both dressed up like this and drove to the ranch together you had so much fun. He called you Anna Wintour and you felt like a kid trying to portray a mysterious character.
Two of Michael's bodyguards already waited for you at the the dorr,
"your car is here, take your time,
ready when you are"
one of them told you.
As you pushed yourself out, down the stairs to the car inhaling a deep breath to take in the silence before passing the gate.
You concentrated on the song that was playing on the radio as much as possible.
As soon as the gate opened it seems like hundreds off people were trying to get to who ever was in the car.
They ware banging against the car,
there was screaming,
sounds of cameras taking pictures,
I tried not to look outside the tinted windows. tried to focus on the music as much as I could as we drove away.
People screaming his name, throwing themselves against the car. A Scary thought that Michael had dealt with paparazzi and fans hiding in his Hotel rooms, staged dorr's and more before.
Horrible!
I need to focus on my work god damit!
Let's see...
flipping through your planer*
Mister Oxley your first client of the day,
Then some appointments with artists,
for the new art exhibition in your art gallery in two weeks.
There was still a lot to plan for,
catering, writing a speech, hiring a DJ and speaking to at least a dozen Business partners. Sigh
You flipped your pen in your hand,
Writing
"Dinner with my Applehead"
in it. Excited for tonight you closed the planer again.
"Miss y/n we are here"
The driver stopped and you opened the car dorr.
"Thank you, Kevin"
He nodded.
Last step, to make sure no one followed you to work you changed cars once or twice in some garage. As you got into a little bus you slowly pulled of your masquerade.
One heavy breath.
Let's get this day started!
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