Final Part

*Your POV*

Prince just stares at you as you tell him that Camille didn't hurt you, but you're still annoyed he didn't tell you about him in the first place. You were confused as shit, scared out of your mind thinking Prince was possessed or something and he could have saved you the trouble and just told you the truth, he could have known Camille was gonna come out at some point eventually. You snap your fingers to get him to snap out of his trance, he blinks a few times before looking into your eyes.

"Hmm?" He hums.

"Why didn't you tell me about Camille before?" You ask, crossing your arms.

Prince sighs, taking a step towards you but you step backwards. He crosses his arms while looking at you.

"That exact reaction, I didn't want you freaking out or getting mad." He admits.

"I wouldn't have been mad if you would have just been upfront about it in the first place, I would have been fine when he showed up just then. But no, I was seconds away from having a mental breakdown or kicking his ass." You sigh, running your hands through your hair.

Prince pulls you into his arms, you try and fight him off at first but give up and lean into his touch. At least you know it's him, you wrap your arms around his slim waist. He rests his head on top of yours.

"I'm so sorry baby." He whispers in your ear before placing a soft kiss there.

You smile at the feeling, he looks down and smiles.

"There's that smile." He chuckles.

You push him away and cross your arms again. 

"Don't flatter yourself, you're not off the hook yet, short round." You say.

Prince just laughs at your comment, he looks at his reflection in the mirror. He begins to fix his hair, letting it fall out of the hair tie that was holding it up. You never really liked men with long hair but Prince was different, he had the most luscious, voluminous and glorious long hair you have ever seen on a man. At times you even felt jealous, you even think at times his hair is better than yours.

"I've got the piano segment now." Prince speaks up, finishing playing with his hair.

"Yeah you do." You say, sitting down.

He turns to look at you, putting on his jacket.

"You sure you don't want to come on stage with me? I know you said before you don't want to but you still can, you sit with me at the piano." He offers with a smile.

"I'm sure. Now go out there and wow everyone like you always do." You smile.

He walks over to you and places a soft kiss on your lips before leaving for the stage. You watch the monitor, watching him perform. Watching him play piano was always calming for you.  He always plays it so beautifully, the way his skillful fingers just naturally glide over the keys to produce magic amazes you every time you hear and watch it.

As Prince progresses through "Raspberry Beret" You notice something...off. He suddenly stops and looks out at the crowd and smirks, swinging back on the chair. Completely acting out, what is he doi...

Aww hell...

Pri...you mean Camille starts doing random things with the piano which gets the crowd going luckily, he then gets the band to do their own thing while he disappears back to where you are. For God's sake, what now?

He pops up and looks a little too amused by your annoyed reaction.

"Miss me?" Camille asks.

"Oh definitely. I was wondering when you were going to show again...cause you were such a treat last time we spoke." You say sarcastically.

He chuckles at you sarcasm, pacing back and forth in front of you.

"Sarcasm! I like that in a woman, I like you." He smirks while pointing at you.

You furrow your brows, crossing your arms.

"What do you want Camille? You are obviously here for a reason...Prince and I have been together for a long time and you decide to pop up now, so there must be a reason. Spit it out." You demand.

Camille raises his eyebrows at your boldness, he nods and stops his pacing to turn his attention to you.

"I've noticed how happy he is, I want the same. You are the reason, this is the happiest I've seen the guy. I want to see what that's like." He admits, walking closer to you.

You surprisingly stay put, he walks right up to you. Looking into your eyes, you doing the same.

"What?" You ask.

"You and me..." He suggests.

You let out a chuckle, looking away then looking back up at him.

"You're actually serious?" You glare at him.

"Well technically it's already been happening for awhile now. You just don't know about it, so really you've been Two Timing us." He smirks.

Your jaw drops, is he for real?

"What are you talking about?" You ask.

"Lets just say...I'm a really...REALLY good actor." He flips his hair back.

You cover your mouth, you couldn't believe what you were hearing. He's been pretending to be Prince on occasion?

"Wh...when?" You ask in a concerning tone.

"Hmm...remember the important dinner you had with your family a long time ago?" Camille asks.

"You mean the one the reason why the won't talk to me because of they think Prince was being rude when it was actually YOU all along?" You ask in tears.

Camille smiles and nods. You hold onto your chest and slump back in your seat. That dinner was meant to mend relationships in your family and you honestly thought it was because your family and Prince weren't getting along but you guess you now know the truth.

"Why are you doing this?" You ask Camille.

Camille looks down at you, his face getting serious.

"Because like I said...why should Prince get everything? And I can't?" He says.

You stand up, walking up to him. You take his hands in yours, he furrows his brows and looks at you. You lay your head against his chest, you could have sworn you felt his heart skip a beat.

"What are you doing?" He whispers.

"Shhh..." You say.

You let go of his hands, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck. Camille wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer into him. You hear him let out a deep sigh, you look up at him and see his eyes closed and a smile on his face. You couldn't help but smile, you achieved your goal.

All you felt to do was show him what it was like to feel loved, show him what it was like to feel like that someone cared for him. The skipping of his heartbeat and smile on his face told you that it was working, he didn't want Prince's fame or fortune...he just wanted to be loved.

Camille opens his eyes and looks down at me, reaching his hand up to push some of your hair behind your ear.

"Thank you, for that." He says.

"You're welcome, I know that's what you truly want." You say.

He sighs, looking away. He looks back at you.

"It is, even though I can't...at least I got to experience what that was like for a moment, all because of you. I can see why Prince loves you." He smiles.

You smile at his words, you can't believe this is the same Camille you're talking to. The same Camille who just admitted that was pretending to be the love of your life moments ago is being nice to you.

"I'm glad I could do that for you." You say.

"I'm going to do something for you in return." He admits.

You raise an eyebrow, waiting for what he's about to say.

"I'll leave you and Prince alone. After the moment we just had, I understand now. The feeling I just felt, you feel with him...and he feels with you. I do apologise for the stupid shit I've done though." He confesses.

You smile and kiss his cheek, pulling away from his embrace.

"Thank you, so much.  I accept your apology, Camille." You nod.

Camille smiles and closes his eyes. He turns around and walks over to the corner of the room, leaning against it. About a minute or two later you hear a groaning, you furrow your brows. You slowly walk over to him, softly calling out.

"Prince?" You call.

"Yes?" Prince answers.

You grin and run up to him, jumping in his arms. He chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist, holding you up.

"Did I miss something?" He chuckles.

"I just loved your piano playing." You giggled, kissing his lips softly.

"Oh? I should play it more often then." He smirks.

You scoff and hit his chest playfully.

Years Later...

"No, this is what I'm wearing." Prince says.

"Are you sure?" You raise your eyebrow.

"Yes and that's final. Is that a problem, Mrs Nelson?" He mocks your tone and puts his hands on his hips.

You try to keep a straight face and glare at him.

"Do you want one? Keep it up short stack and there will be." You warn.

He laughs at your threat, kissing your cheek.

"Still with the short nicknames? You've been doing that since the Lovesexy Tour...that was years ago. And we're married now too." Prince glares at you.

"I guess things never change." You smirk.

He chuckles and rolls his eyes, he grabs his guitar and walks out on stage.

You watch him and smile, this tour was the Nude Tour. You were sitting this one out, besides it was fun watching him dance with The Game Boyz. You smile at how perfect everything has gotten over the years, you and Prince got married and...

Camille kept to his word by staying away, letting you and Prince be happy.