Prologue
"She lied to you, lied to me, cause she was lovin' me, lovin' me, yeah..."
-Michael Jackson's Chicago

"Yes...yes..oh my God, yes baby!" She cried out in pleasure. With her enthusiastic approval, he went harder and deeper inside of her, making her screams of satisfaction become even louder. She watched him thrust in and out of her with the sexiest stroke and rhythm a man could have in bed. The sight, mixed with the feeling made her eyes roll back in her head and her nails dug deep into his back. He let out a hiss and growled a little, starting to go so fast that soon the entire room was shaking. Her scream-like moans became simple screams, and he smirked to himself while watching her fidget incoherently under him. She stared back up at him with her mouth wide open, as if she was trying to speak but the words weren't coming out because they weren't even formed in her head yet.

He was giving her mind-blowing sex, just as he always did.

"M-Michael" She finally uttered out his name. "I'm so c-close-" She was interrupted by the bedroom door being slammed open. Michael immediately stopped and looked back to see what had ruined the two's sexcapade. It was another man, standing there with his jaw dropped and his eyes widened. The woman underneath him pushed Michael off and out of her, quickly covering herself in the thin sheet that covered them. "Eric!" She gasped and looked at him nervously. "Kathy...." The man, who seemed to be named Eric looked at her, still in shock. Michael got under the blanket and looked between the two, confused himself. The short silence was broken by him, who was bold enough to ask "Who's he?" She looked at him and bit her lip, still nervous and took a deep breath. "Michael....this is my husband, Eric." Husband? Michael thought to himself. Are you kidding me? Michael instantly hopped from his spot on the bed and threw on his clothes. "You lied, you said you didn't have anybody!" He looked at her then back at Eric. "When did you get a husband?!"

"9 years ago" Eric scoffed and shook his head. " Katherine how could you? In our house, in our bed, have you lost your damn mind?!" Kathy sighed and shook her head, not knowing what to say to either of them. "I-" she began but was cut off by Michael, who quickly buttoned up his red long sleeved shirt. "9 years?! You said you've been single for 2!" He shook his head, realizing that he had been lied to this whole time without realizing himself. "Why would you cheat on me, I've done everything for you!" Eric exclaimed angrily, but Michael could tell by the sound of his voice he was more hurt than anything. "Baby I'm so sorry" Tears began to rush out of Kathy's eyes and she grabbed her robe and got up to walk over and embrace her husband, but he pushed her away disapprovingly. "Don't touch me, I just caught you having sex with another man!" He looked at her in disgust. By now Michael had thrown on his blazer and his boots and was about to walk out the room before anyone could notice but Kathy did and called after him.

 "Michael!" She looked at him pleadingly. Before she could speak Michael cut her off once more. "No, I'm not in this. You got some explaining to do to your husband" He scoffed and walked off as she continued to call after him but she was being drowned out by distance and her angry husband yelling at her.

The incident had happened nearly a week ago, but Michael Jackson found himself replaying the same scene over and over in his head. He couldn't believe it, for the first time, he had come between a marriage. Michael's come between many relationships, maybe a few engagements, but marriages were different. There was a whole lot more at stake in a marriage than in a relationship that was going on for a couple of months. He never would intentionally do such a thing, and even if he did go after a lot of women, if he knew she was supposedly 'happily married', he wouldn't mess with her any longer.

Michael was what you would call a player. A man who loved women so much that he couldn't simply just have one, he'd go after them all. All except the married, of course. He was simply a player, never a homewrecker. Well now he was, Kathy was clearly a married woman after all. Even if she wasn't, he wasn't serious about her anyways, he had other women he was sleeping with. But she was, and somehow for the first time, Michael felt bad. He had never been married before, but he had thought of it many times in the past, he thought of what it'd be like to spend the rest of your life with that one person you would never get tired of. He actually thought, despite his player status, marriage was a beautiful thing, and hoped one day he'd find the girl he really loved and settle down with her. But for now, Michael was just living his life. He went to various parties and clubs, 'fishing' for women to add to his long list of women who he had been playing with the minds of for what seemed months, maybe even years until the women finally figured that he wasn't serious about them.

Michael finally reached his destination; home some would call it, but he liked to call it his 'Bachelor Pad'. It was a high class condo, because when he wasn't being a player, he was Michael Jackson the businessman, manager at one of the richest companies in L.A. No one at his job knew about his secret life, though he did have a few women from his job on his list. But to avoid losing his position, he kept his womanizing side hid away most of the time. He parked his Rolls Royce Ghost in the private parking section made specifically for residents of the condos and walked inside the building and retrieved a key from his pocket to unlock his mailbox, the first thing he did whenever he got home. He pulled out a few pieces of junk mail, this month's new edition of Playboy and GQ, and a foreign piece of mail he usually never received. He raised his eyebrow at the envelope, which looked plain and boring. But it wasn't a bill or some credit card offer. The corner of it read 'The State of California Department of Justice'. That's strange, Michael thought to himself. He'd never got in trouble with the law or anyone else for that matter, so he just assumed it was a parking ticket or something of that matter. He stuffed the other mail under his arm and ripped open the envelope as he got on the elevator which took him to the 15th floor, where his loft was located. He took the letter out and read it to himself silently and once he realized what the paper in front of him was stating, he gave it a surprised look.

Eric Carter, the husband of the woman he had slept with, was suing him for Alienation of Affection and emotional distress.