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Despite dealing with the hard truth from my former bestfriend and still having to settle with the new information that Prince provided me about him and Jill, I still found myself on the dance floor.

Prince had been somewhat pissed that I chose to socially include myself in activities with the other band members than be with him, but one peck to his lips and a promise to give him something later muted all of his complaints.

Dancing with the few new people that I had met, I was really enjoying the energetic atmosphere and addicting music until a hand tapped on my shoulder. I turned my head, surprisingly spotting Chick.

Being a little tipsy, I made a big spectacle at his presence and exclaimed his name, "Chick!" Stumbling onto him I giggle slightly before trying to somewhat gain my balance. Chick eyed the bottle of champagne in my hands before following it up with a raise to his brow.

   I hold up a hand, "Now wait a minute, it's not what it looks like—" I cut myself with another laugh and a short nod. "Alright it is."

   Through the darkness I can see Chick rolling his eyes before grasping my arm, "You're drunk, great."

   I shake my head with pouted lips, "No." I protrude his chest with my pointy finger. "I'm just a little tipsy." I sing, while hanging onto the shoulder of a random man who was more than eager to support me.

    Jerking at my arm, Chick pulls me away from the group of people I had grown aquatinted with back to the VIP section. My body feels light and as if I'm gliding across the floors until I find myself being settled onto the couch.

"I'm not even that drunk." I whine as Chick nods his head at me and drifts off in Prince's direction. He was speaking quietly with Lisa before Chick interrupted his conversation and pointed in my direction while speaking.

    As I go to lift up the flask to my lips, Prince's irritated gaze halts me from doing so. I watch him sigh before sliding on his shaded glasses and inch his way closer to me. I inhale his sweet aroma with a lopsided smile before his lips brush against the shell of my ear.

"Don't tell me you're drunk when we got a show tomorrow?" His breath tickles my ear and because of my intoxicated state I find myself chuckling and shying away from him.

But he grips my arm and pulls me back towards his ear, "Are you a fucking child?" His words make me rip my arm away from him to stare at him in offense.

"Leave me alone, you're ruining my good mood." I mumble, and lift the flask up to my lips but Prince snatches it away from my grasp. I roll my eyes at him and attempt to move away but the arm he throws over my shoulder stops me from doing so.

"You're going to be in a shitty mood tomorrow morning when you have a hangover." Prince complains, briefly looking at the flask that he took from my possession.

He frowns, "Who gave you this?"

"Prince," I whine, pushing at his chest.

Prince shakes his head with a humorless chuckle, "You're ridiculous. Come on, we're leaving."

Immediately, the drunken grin on my lips dissipates into a hard frown. "No. We just got here."

"Yeah and look how drunk you got in such a short amount of time ." Prince throws back at me before standing to his feet and attempting to pull me up with him.

    Stubbornly, I struggle to stay in my position but his grip and strength is difficult to go up against so I end up standing up beside him anyway. "I'm not even that drunk." I find myself mumbling but Prince easily hears me.

    "Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" He sneaks a hand around my waist to hold my drooping body up before handing me off to Chick. I know he's only concerned but I was having such a good time and had a strong refusal to leave that I remained with an attitude while being carried out.

Through my affected vision, I could see that we were heading towards his bus instead of my own. Instead of insuring a complaint, I stay silent and continue to hang off the side of Chick's shoulder.

Once we are on the bus, the lights flicker on and make me blink my eyes multiple times to get use to it.

"Lay her in my room." Prince directs, heading off into a different direction than what he said.

"Where are you going?" I ask, lifting up my upper body to make eye contact with me.

Prince eyes me underneath his lashes with an angered look, "Don't worry about it." With that, he disappears off the bus before I suddenly make contact with soft satin sheets.

    The sound of a groan barely passed my lips before Chick exits the room, following the direction that Prince took. Judging by his attitude I knew he was angry with me, but I had a rough night and it seemed that the alcohol would be able to take away the stress for a while.

   But the mere  thought of alcohol being a possible comfort for me instantly sobered me up. The similar roads and patterns my mother took were beginning to match up with mine and the last thing I wanted to do was head down it.

   Running my fingers through my tangled hair, I eyed the bathroom attached to Prince's bedroom in an impressed nature. His bus was definitely more advanced than ours, I thought while heading towards it.

   Once I stripped from the tight dress hugging my body with difficulty, I began to enjoy the steaming water pelting onto my skin. No one had to tell me that I reaked of alcohol, because just by the smell before I got into the shower I could already tell. Disappointed, I shook my head.

    Minutes passed until I could hear a voice outside of the bathroom door. Intrigued, I switch the shower off and stepped out.

     Opening the door, I was shocked and confused to come across a pile of light blonde hair.

"Jill?" Turning swiftly on her feet, Jill's eyes widened at my presence before relaxing. I found it odd but then remembered what Prince had told me and I wasn't so surprised.

"Oh, sorry I was looking for Prince. I couldn't find him in the club—" I cut her off with a nod and pulled the towel tighter around me.

"That's okay." I give a gentle smile because I can sense her nervousness. She awkwardly gives one back before preparing to make her leave.

But I stop her, "Hey Jill, can I talk to you for a second?"

   Jill nods her head, as her cheeks begin to raise into a smile but she halts, "Are you sure you don't want to put clothes on first?"

   I look down at myself and stifle a laugh before shrugging, "We're girls, it's alright and this will be quick." I promise her before taking a seat on the bed, still holding the towel to my chest.

   Jill settles down beside me before awaiting for what I have to say. "Prince told me about what happened in Atlanta." I pause. "About their being a confusion on if he was with me or not—"

   "Oh, we don't have to talk about that." Jill dismisses. "It's okay, I understand. He's happy." She shrugs.

   "I know he told me nothing happened, but I want to you to confirm or deny this. Seriously." I lifted my eyebrows at her. "Did anything happen?"

   Without hesitance Jill shakes her head. "No Vanity, I promise you nothing did. It surprised me actually when he turned me down but I can assure you nothing happened."

    Still cautious I questioned, "So why were you so on edge around me? As if something did happen and you were just scared I found out about it."

    "Because I thought you'd be pissed that I came at him, though he hadn't told me he was officially with you until he pushed me way." She trailed off, but shook it away. "He told me he wasn't going to tell you about what happened because he wasn't sure how you'd react and to be honest, neither did I."

Furrowing my brows, I parted my lips to speak but Jill talked over my eventual words. "That's why I was on eggshells but I swear nothing happened, he's content with you it seems like."

All of this had occurred without me present, so I wasn't able to confirm or deny this for myself. But Jill seemed pretty confident in expressing that nothing happened. I was confused, but I knew eventually I would have to put some trust into Prince and believe that he did infact turned Jill down.

It was a risky gamble, but I couldn't end a relationship based on my own assumptions that might or might not be wrong.

   "As long as he's happy that's fine. It may sting that I'm not the cause for it but," Jill sighs and looks away from me. "He's happy." I part my lips before looking down at my fingers.

   Jill notices something and seemingly furrows her brows. "You okay?"

   I roll in my lips while playing with my fingers. "This may be weird to talk with you about this, considering what happened. But is it wrong that I'm scared to trust him?" Jill blinks her eyes at me before looking away in thought.

   I don't know how the thought came to mind, but it did and I couldn't take back my question because Jill was already pondering it.

   "I think it takes time to build trust, it doesn't form over night. And if you're scared then, you need to tell him that." Jill advises, finally looking at me. "But if it's trust regarding you're relationship, I wouldn't be worried on that front. He's pretty secure with you."

   Her words reward me with slight relief but there's still a small fraction of me that holds doubt. It's difficult to believe him, because he doesn't hold an expression that can confirm or deny that he's lying or not.

   "Think about it this way," Jill begins once she notices that I'm drifting off. "The only way to see if you can trust someone, is to take a chance and trust them."

Biting my bottom lip, I drift my eyes off behind her before I can feel the corners of my lips lifting in appreciation. "Thanks Jill." She returns the smile before nodding and lifting up off the bed.

"Did I interrupt something?"

Swinging my head towards the door, I watch as Prince eyes us warily in caution. His eyes flicker to Jill's presence for a split moment before connecting back with mine.

   I clear my throat and shake my head, "No. We were just talking." I explain while getting up. "Thanks again, Jill." I offer a smile which she easily returns before brushing past Prince to make her exit.

    I can tell his angered attitude has not faded by the way he simply glares at me underneath his lashes and shuts the door behind him. "You done actin' like a fool?"

     My lips part as I sigh to myself and clench the towel, "Don't talk to me."

    "Why? Don't like what I'm saying?" Prince inferences, stepping closer until he is standing right in front of me. Even though he's an inch shorter than me, I feel like the one who's small.

   I understand his disappointment, but it doesn't mean he has to insult me. I stand to my feet and attempt to glide past him but he blocks my exit, "Move."

    "Sit down." Prince motions to the bed to which I stubbornly decline by folding my arms.

    "I don't feel like arguing with you—"

     Prince grips my upper arm, tired of my words and seemingly tries to pull me towards sitting on the bed but I refuse. "Let me go!" I exclaim, pushing at his chest in annoyance.

      His eyes grow wide in anger at my tone and I nearly see a different person in his darknes bed eyes before he shoves me away from him.

    "You're such a fucking baby." Prince complains, shaking his head at me.

      Immediately the towel shielding my bare body from his sight collapse on the floor, resulting in chills to roll over me. Like a light switch, the darkened anger ridden beneath Prince's eyes fades into a separate emotion. Both of our bodies are held frozen for a moment until I brake it attempting to pick up the towel.

       Prince scoffs, "Uh, uh." Crossing the space between us, his form presses tightly against mine resulting in us both falling into the soft mattress.

      Briefly he looks over my features before forcefully meshing his lips urgently against my own. Just from the simple action alone, a moan emits from my lips while my hands fall the side of his arms.

     Long gone are his tender kisses, the ones now leave my lips feelings bruised, flushed and swollen to the touch. Moistness builds between my thighs as I try to clench them closed but Prince's leg jousts them open.

      He's so demanding yet tender with his movements that it leaves me whimpering into his mouth until his teeth attach to my bottom lip and begins to nimble on it.

     "I hate you so much."I sigh once he snaps my bottom lip back into place while brushing his thumb against my aroused nipples.

    "I know." Prince whispers softly against my mouth, and trails heated kisses against the side of my neck before holding a nipple hostage in his mouth.

"You make me so angry."

Lust clouds my mind and vision as I feel his slender fingers working wonders against my throbbing core. "I know."

Once his finger flicks against my sensitive nub, a loud moan escapes my lips. "I know that too." Prince smirks.

    Oh.

    "That's right baby, say my name." Prince whispers, seductive gaping smile on his lips as he twirls his fingers around in my puddle of arousal. His name is on the tip of my tongue, but my gasps disguise it and tumble out of my lips in an feverish pattern.

    "Princ—" He successfully cuts me off again once his stiff remember teases my outline while his fingers continue to search for my ultimate release. The feeling is to much to handle and with a finishing thrust of his finger inside me, I shudder out in climax.

    As soon as I feel the drips of my arousal painting the inside of my thighs, Prince thrusts into me eagerly causing a grunt to be released from his bruised lips.

His forehead is pressed tightly against mine with each thrust into me that he delivers that causes us to breathe each other in. "Open your eyes." He demands of me. I look into his half-lidded eyes while I struggle to keep my own.

He mumbles words against my neck softer while his hips match his tempo, I feel my eyes soften at the slow passion filled thrust he delivers into me while my fingers busy themselves in the damp curls of his hair.

I can't think properly when he's thrusting into me at such a now tender and slower speed. His golden eyes that stare back into mine fills me with a fervor that leaves me wanting more. But before I can utter out demands for him to go faster, we reach our final peak of passion only minutes later.