A/N: Letting you know I will publish four or five chapters. I might upload it on my Archieve.Org my account name is DollyDandelion23.Including other stories I've written up there. Go ahead and check it out!

P.s. Toshiki is MY OC; you'll also see him in the story. 

Y/N P.O.V.

Since Michael had recently learned I was a spy, so he never let me return to Neverland. I felt torn and heartbroken about this huge situation that tore us apart. I stayed at my partner Toshiki's place since he learned what happened that night. 

Everything is just absolute chaos, and we just found important data from Julian trying to get Michael involved. It was lonely and agitating for me to deal with this mess. I've ruined everything.

"Darling, tea is ready," Toshiki announced.

He held a tea tray before me and set it on the coffee table to pour me a cup. 

"Thanks," I sat up on the couch, looking a little dull to take a teacup and blew the liquid before it entered my mouth. 

"How are you?" He asked.

"Trenching," I reply in a dry tone. 

He nods, understanding that my breakup with Michael was hard to overcome. He looked at me with steel eyes as I looked down at my feet. 

"It's not your fault. He wasn't supposed to know unless you wanted to tell him." Said Toshiki. 

"I was going to tell him sooner or later, but I didn't know how he would take it in. He was already pissed at the fact that he thinks I am spying on him for information, but he doesn't know part of the reason why we're taking upon Julian." I replied, huffing out. I sat my tea down and crossed my arms over my chest. 

Toshiki sensed my distress and gave me a pat on the back. He wasn't quite affectionate towards others to provide them with the slightest comfort, but he'll try to make them feel better. 

"Sometimes you don't know how to explain or try to tell the other person the truth. I knew you trusted him enough to keep this a secret." He said as he pulled me close against the hem of his broad chest. 

"Yeah." I quieted. 

"He hasn't fired you yet, did he?" He asked, looking down at me. 

I shook my head. 

"No. He allowed me to work under him, but I must keep my distance from him." I heard a low grunt from the masculine male as he combed his fingers through my scalp. 

"Figures," He mumbled. "The only thing you can do now is trying to talk him out of it." 

"How can I? He doesn't want me around anymore." I hoarsely replied, burying my face into his chest to inhale his cologne scent. 

"Try as many times until he gets annoyed. Prove to him that you weren't doing anything to ruin his fame." He said, pulling me away from his grasp as he rested his hands on my shoulders. "There is still time, and you have to tell him by the end of this week." 

I slowly nodded. 

I wasn't sure if I could tell Michael, but it was worth a shot.

~

This week I planned to tell Michael up close and personal about the situation that happened nights ago. He would brush me off as I tried to approach him whenever possible. I came closer when I had the chance, but the stupid crowd of fans sometimes would get in the way. I felt he was doing it on purpose, but I had to remind myself that he's a worldwide icon for the fans to love. 

If you haven't noticed, he is charged with another child molestation after the interview with that Martin Bashir, the horrible journalist. Even that kid that Michael was so kind to. He backstabbed him while his parents spread lies to make it more noticeable. 

Michael was with his family, but during the trial, I couldn't be more annoyed when we were going to trial for this nonsense. He looked hurt after getting involved with this, but I had to get his trust back in me and sort out this situation. Once inside, the officer had to detect us for anything, and Michael didn't even look at me the whole time. When the trial ended, I couldn't hold back any longer. 

I didn't hesitate to grab Michael by the arm to drag him away without having anyone else notice. He grunted as we entered the family stall room down the hall, and I shut it while locking it. 

"What are you doing?" He demanded. 

"I need to talk to you!" I shouted. "I have been trying to get your attention before everything this week was complete chaos," I said, glaring at him as he scowled.

"I don't want to talk to you. Let me out." He tried to reach for the knob, but I blocked him. 

"Not until we talk. Look, that night at your home, you probably think I uploaded anything to the media about you. Wrong. I never did. I needed it to solve a case that involves you!" I pointed my fingers at him as he kept his eyes specifically focused on me. 

"What do you mean?" He asked. 

I pulled the documents out of my bag and handed them to him. He looked at them as I explained the reasoning for the misunderstanding since the text from the files would lead to a lot of trouble.

"So, I'm not getting exposed to your plot?" He asked, looking at me and back at the documents.

"You weren't meant to be a part of it since those documents were on your desk. Showed that they were, in fact, the layouts I needed to solve the case and not get you into any more trouble." I took a few steps towards him to take the papers from him, and he stood there looking back at me.

"Why did you...you could have told me about all this. Why didn't you?" He asked. 

I lowered my head. "I didn't want you through any more pain than I already had," I replied, looking down at the solid floor. 

Michael silently sighs, shoving his hands into his pockets. He leaned against the bathroom door, staring at the ceiling before looking back at me. 

"Okay." He whispered. 

"That's it? No reaction or--"

He shuts me to say, "I believe you." 

My eyes widened in surprise as he said, "Those papers weren't for me to read, but they were important for your mission, I presume." He looked at me with a soft gaze. 

"So, does this mean I am not fired?" I asked. 

He shook his head. 

I sighed in relief.

"You didn't lie to me, which I believe you. You're a terrible liar, Y/N." I felt my cheeks heat as I bit my bottom lip, looking away from his gaze. 

Michael faintly smiled as he chuckled, "Come here." I was hesitant to hear him tell me to come closer to him. I did what he wanted and felt his large hands slowly wrap around my waist. 

"Michael?" I asked, tilting my head. 

He looked at me with those soft loving, chocolate-brown eyes gazing into mine. His hands brushed my hair back behind my ear, and he chuckled. 

"I missed you every night. Whenever I lay in bed, I think about you and wonder if you were doing all right after I chased you out of the house." He whispered, looking at me with his eyes showing a sign of guilt.

"Did you?" I asked.

He nods. "When this whole thing started, I was worried I wouldn't have any support. I felt hopeless, scared, and heartbroken to lose everything like what happened years ago." He croaked as he cleared his throat, trying not to shed a tear.

"Oh, Michael..." I reached up to comb through his locks of straight hair. 

"Are you going to leave me again?" He asked.

"Never. I promised to stay by your side and make you smile." I said. 

He looks down, avoiding my gaze, saying, "I hate my smile...I'll do it for you, though." I shook my head.

"If you hate your smile so much. I love it because you are my moon, and I am your sun." I said, with my cheeks puffed out at him, making the grown man chuckle. 

Michael didn't waste any time before leaning close to press his soft lips onto mine. We passionately kissed as I rested my hands on his chest with my breast pressed against his chest. His hands slowly went down to grab the hem of my butt to squeeze them gently. We broke away to catch our breath. 

"I sure did miss that." He confessed. 

"Me too. We better head back, or someone might notice your gone." I said as I readjusted myself and him as well. 

We walked out as if nothing had happened, and his family members were there wondering where we were. Of course, we told them we had to talk about something before leaving. 

~

Michael P.O.V.

We left the courthouse, and I did head home to my ranch, but Y/N told me to go with her later tonight. I took the time to get myself out and hoped the press didn't spot me. I saw a car parked out in front, and Y/N was wearing a hoodie, black leggings, and small heel boots. 

"Mikey!" She beamed, running up to me and engulfing me in a hug. 

I chuckled over her enthusiasm that I missed so much. She broke away before handing me a hoodie to wear. I put it on and got in the car. A male driver was inside, looking in the rearview mirror at me with a severe gaze. 

"Good evening, Mr. Jackson." He greeted. He turned back at me before Y/N went to sit up in the front. 

"Glad we can finally sort this out while it's still dark. Michael, I want you to meet my partner Toshiki, who works with me as a spy agent." Y/N introduced, smiling at me as Toshiki sent me a firm nod. 

"Nice to meet you, Toshiki," I said. 

I couldn't tell whether or not he was happy to see me or annoyed that I was there. 

"Anyway, let's get on with it." He pulled the lever on the drive and pressed the accelerator to drive on.

Part 3?