I pressed play and settles into my spot in front of the TV. I loved old movie from the 50s. I love Marilyn Monroe, Elizabeth Taylor, Audrey Hepburn, Lena Horne, all of them. The glamour of it all.

"We're just two little girls from Little Rock." I sung, while doing the choreography. I watch this movie every single day, I know all the moves. Is it sad? Maybe. So I give a damn. No.

We lived on the wrong side of the tracks.

But the gentlemen friends who used to call,

They never did seem to mind at all.

They came to the wrong side of the tracks.

"Then someone broke my heart in Little Rock. So I up and left the pieces there. Like a little lost lamb I roamed about, I came to New York and I found out." I looked to the side at my invisible partner. Wow I wish Hannah was here to do this with me. She always did. Bitch wanna go do a video for Cyndi Lauper. "That men are the same way everywhere."

I was young and determined to be wined and dined and ermined

And I worked at it all around the clock.

Now one of these days in my fancy clothes,

I'm a going back home and punch the nose

Of the one who broke my heart

My voice went soft like Marilyn's. "The one who broke my heart."

The one who broke my heart. In Little Rock! Little Rock! Little Rock! Little Rock!

My merry little show tune was diluted by the sound of the phone ringing. I tried my best to tune it out. "I learned an awful lot in Little Rock. And here's some advice I'd like to share. Find a gentlemen who is shy or bold, ir short or tall, or young or ol-FINE DAMMIT!" I paused the movie and threw the remote onto the couch.

"Can't do shit" I grumbled, stomping over to the phone. I let our another irritated scream as it started to ring senselessly again.

I know it was Prince calling again, he's been calling for 3 days now. I crawled onto the chair by the phone, watching it. I propped my cheek up on my fist wondering if I should pick it up. I mean I was still trying to figure out if I should still be mad at him? By the way he was acting he couldn't have been guilty. But then again, Prince isn't a saint. I told that dumbass no more female friends. I barely trust Sheila, the way she be staring at him makes me suspicious. He's my fucking boyfriend, don't smell him unless you wanna lose your ability to smell. Don't sit next to my man bitch, skip two chairs then sit your ass down. Don't bump into him accidentally because i'll deck your ass accidentally. Don't compliment him, I know he fine as hell. Don't ask him no questions, bitch better hit the library. Don't ask him for gum, they sell gum at the store for 35 cents. Don't tell him a speaker's in his way, let his ass fall. People fall everday, he'll be alright. Don't call him your brother. Y'all don't got the same parents. Don't call him when you need somebody to talk, get a damn diary cause nobody wanna hear your shit. He ain't your brother, ride or die, best friend, nothing! That's all me, so when you see him understand that's me. I'm not the jealous type. Jealous is when you want something that's not yours. I'm territorial. What's mine is mine. End of fucking story.

"Oh what the hell.." I picked it up on the last ring and held it away for a little bit before putting it to my ear.

"What'do you want?" I looked down to see my little Nefertiti trying get on the couch with me. I scooped her up in my arms, planting a kiss on the top of her head. Oh how I loved my furry friends.

He chuckled. "Is that any way to answer the phone?"

A smile spread across my face. "It's my phone, I paid for the shit. I can answer how the fuck I want."

"Can't be mad at that."

I rolled my eyes, at this half ass conversation we were having. "What'do you want boy?"

"You."

I pressed my lips together, trying not to let myself smile. "I don't know man seems like you want everyone these days."

"Awe come on now."

Nefertiti jumped out my arms and scampered out the room. I settled down onto the couch, twirling the phone chord on my finger. Regardless of that awful night, this is my sweet baby boy on the other line. He was making me a bit of a softy these days.

"You still there?" he asked, his voice all deep and sexy like liquid velvet. I bit my lip because it turned me on just a little bit. We never got to make our damn movie.

"Yeah..." I wanted to play Prince for a little bit. Be a bit of a mysterious asshole for a little bit.

"Soooo...when I am gonna see you again?"

I grinned. "Again." I hung up, feeling good about myself. I counted to 30 before calling him back.

"Hello?" I squinted my eyes because the line went quiet, all I heard was static.

"Cute." he finally spoke up.

I rolled my eyes. "Why should I agree to see you anyway?"

"Cause i'm your baby and you gotta take care of me."

I groaned. "Come on boy, come get some kisses" I hung up before he could respond, just like the asshole does me when he's in a bitch mood.

I looked down at my current ensemble. A pink onesie with bear ears on the hood. "Girl." I gripped the hood. "This is not sexy.."

I ran upstairs to take a quick shower, just to freshen up. I stepped into my favorite black lace panties and matching bra. I spritzed a little of my own perfume on my neck. I remember when I was in the lab making this. I was higher than a kite, every damn day off those scents. Good times...

The doorbell rung so I slid into my black pumps and my short silk robe. I checked myself one last time in the mirror before rushing to get the door.

I ran my hands over my face, trying to maintain a straight look on my face. "You got this girl."

I opened the door to see him standing there looking sexy as all hell. In a black silk shirt with his chest out, cross necklace on. Black pants with his favorite white buttons going up the leg, hair in a low ponytail bun thing. I was glad that he could finally put in a ponytail now. That is one things I missed over these few days while I was ignoring the hell out of him. His soft ass hair.

He chuckled a little, knowing that I was liking what I was seeing. "You gonna invite me in?"

"You said you wanted to see me, well here I am. Perfectly visible."

He nodded, stepping a foot back as he admired me. "Come on now you can't do that to me..."

I twisted my lips as a smile threatened to invade my face. "Do what?"

"You can't look like that and expect me to not do something about it."

I scoffed. "Temptation's a bitch ain't it Mr. Infidelity."

He pouted. "Come on now, don't be like that. You said I could get some kisses."

He leaned in, I put my hands in his face stopping him. "You already got some kisses..."

"But your kisses are my favorite." his voice went mushy.

"It ain't gonna work this time. Get a good look at it." I untied my robe, revealing my lack of clothes. "because this is the last your gonna see of it."

"Oh?" He raised his brows as if I had challenged him. "Well can we atleast talk about what happened."

"I saw what I saw."

"Looks can be deceiving."

I creased my brows. "That's not how you use that phrase, that's when your talkin' 'bout mean pretty bitches."

"Takes one to know one."

I scoffed. "Jackass."

He chuckled, propping his shoulder on the doorframe. "You always got an attitude."

I clapped my syllables. "YOU THE REASON I ALWAYS GOT A ATTITUDE."

He mimicked my clapping. "If you don't calm yo' crazy ass down and get in the damn house."

I rolled my eyes and sashayed off, tying my robe up as I did so.

I heard him close the door behind us. "Yellin' like you ain't got no damn sense-"

"What you been doin'?" I asked, as I walked into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of champagne. I heard my piano going in the other room. As usual he made himself comfortable with my instruments.

"Listenin' to the grass grow. That's what I been doin', What'chu been doin'?"

I stood in the door of the kitchen, watching him play. I cocked my head to the side. "You been fuckin' around?"

"Nope."

I swirled my drink around, watching the bubbles move. "Let me smell ya' dick."

He paused for a second then turned around crossing his legs, looking at me like I was crazy. I only gave him a shrug. He shook his head and went back to playing the piano. "Gon' on with that bullshit."

"Nooo since you wanna kiss bitches in the house." I threw my drink back and placed it on the island. I walked over to him and press my forehead against the side of his head "Since you wanna spread the love let me smell ya' dick, I can tell." I pulled the stool back and dropped to my knees in front of him, reaching for his zipper.

He chuckled, trying to fight my hands away. "Go on now."

"I ain't playing with you."

"Move! See if I was doin' this shit to you, they'd be arrestin' me by now."

I grabbed both his wrist, forcing them to his sides. "I'll knock yo' ass out."

He rolled his eyes and let me do what I wanted. I sniffed his dick twice then looked up at him.

He had quite a satisfied look on his face. "I think you owe me now."

I scrunched my face up at him and got up, storming off to the kitchen. I know him, I know his game. He messed around on Susannah with me, so I know for a fact he has the power to do it.

I poured myself another glass of champagne and sat down at the island. "I know you and that bitch was down there doin' some shit."

I watched him walk over to me, zipping up his pants. "I didn't do nothin'."

He leaned in to kiss me but I got up and headed to the fridge I whipped out a bowl of chocolate covered fruit I made yesterday. My new way to release sexual frustration. "So you gon' sit there with a straight face and say you didn't do nothing with that half-naked bitch."

"I didn't do nothing. I was trying to make her feel better that's all I swear."

I paused mid bite. "You a bold-faced liar! You had them little soft ass hands all over that lil' hoe."

"But I didn't fuck. I never fucked. She jumped me, that's all."

I cut my eyes at him, still not believing him. "You touch her first?"

"Nigga please," His voice went into his pimp mode again. "I got the bitch a drink. I can't help that I was what she wanted at the time."

I looked him in his eyes, trying to see if I was believing him yet...I wasn't. "Cocky bitch."

"Well, I mean." He licked both his pinkies and went over his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes at his arrogant ass. I looked down an realized I had finished off my bowl.

"Damn" I reached into the fridge and pulled out the bowl of chocolate and another bowl of fruit and placed them on the counter.

"Oooo what's this," he walked over and smiled,peeking into the bowl. "Making me an apology gift."

I stopped what I was doing and glared at him. "Nigga....."

He sighed, dropping his head. "You still don't believe me"

"I refuse to believe the man who wrote: It doesn't matter where we are. It doesn't matter who's around. It doesn't matter, I just want to lay ya down."

"So you're not gonna believe me based off some damn song lyrics, Some shit I wrote when I was 22"

I started dipping the fruit into the chocolate, singing the song. "In my daddy's car. It's you I really want to drive. But you never go too far."

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "1...2...3...4-"

"I may not be your kind of man. I may not be your style. But honey, all I want to do is just love you for a little while."

"5...6...7...8-"

"If you got the time. I'll give you some money. To buy a dirty mind."

"9...10." He exhaled before forcing a smile of his face. I laughed at him,dipping my finger into the chocolate and holding it out to him.

"That's more like it." He took my finger and sucked it off slowly, looking into my eyes.

I bit my lip trying to suppress a moan. "I bet you did this to Troy before..." I snatched my hand away and turned to my to him, crossing my arms.

He groaned, slinking his hands around my waist."I didn't fuck! We may have been alone." He planted a kiss on my shoulder. "And she may have taken off a lot of her clothes." He placed another kiss on my shoulder. "but I didn't do shit with her."

I turned around in his arms, smiling as I looked into his eyes. Then my smile dropped. "You must take me for some kind of fool.  You foul, Prince and I smell yo' dirty ass from here." I pushed him off.

He threw his hands up to the ceiling. "What the fuck is wrong wit'chu?"

"Why you gotta have all them nasty girls anyway?  You know they only want one thing from you...a fuckin' come up. I mean you havin' a good sex game is just a bonus for them."

He nodded, cocky smirk on his face. I grumbled threats as I raised my hand at him. Lord I wanted to slap it off.

He put his hands up in defense as I walked closer to him. "Bitches will have a night with you just to sell a story for a payday. You know how many dicks they suck for a check?  And like the rest of them dumbasses, you fuck them like a fool!" I mushed his face and walked back to the counter, continuing to dip my fruit.

He scrunched his face up at me. "Fuck it, then! Don't believe me." He pushed his finger off my head." I told you I didn't fuck that girl."

"I hate you!" I pushed him in the chest. "You're selfish, arrogant and sooooo stupid!"

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

"I don't need you here!  I'm tired of sitting up here, worrying 'bout that dirty dick you got. I'm gon' do what the fuck I want." I shifted my weight to my other food.

He rolled his eye,as if he had heard this all before."Oh and what are you going to do exactly?"

"I said I'm tired of yo' ass. I hate you. You ain't ready for a relationship."

He cocked his head to the side, in amusement. "Yeah yeah."

"I'm gon have me a man baby.  A man who wants to be with me and only me... not me and every other bitch on the block. A real man, Prince." I chuckled, looking him up and down. "Not some little boy, still fucking everything with open legs. Ain't that right...Skipper"

His jaw clenched before he exploded. He walked up on me, my back hit the counter. "Fuck you! Kiss my ass!  Go on out and be a trick."

"I will and nigga what." I sassed all in his face. "I should fuck some of yo' friends."

He was furious now, he couldn't even get words out. "You-Bitch first of all-I'm-WOOOO SHIT!!" He stepped back, running his fingers through his hair.

"Maybe i'll fuck one of my guy friends since it's ok." I gasped, tapping my chin. "Or maybe i'll go fuck Michael again."

He cut his eyes back over at me. "Shutup."

I crossed my legs. "I remember our sex yes I do, it was pretty good I have to say-"

He bursted over to me and outlined my face with his shaking hands. "Say sum' else I swear to Go-"

I started singing in his face. "YOU AIN"T GON' DO SHIIIIIIIIT NIGGAAA!!"

He put his hands on his temples. "I don't even know why I put myself-"

"YOU AINT GON' DO SHIIIIT!!"

"Jasmyn I swear-"

I started dancing the cabbage patch. "You. Ain't gon' do shit, you ain't gon' do it! You ain't gon' do shit-"

He jumped at me and I jumped back off pure instinct. "You better not, or I'll call the cops..  ...and they'll put yo' black ass on the next cover of the Inquirer. Now kiss my ass, nigga!" I slapped my ass in triumph.

He put his hands up in defeat. "You know what I don't need this." He stormed off and I followed him.

"You better walk away. I hate you! You're so stupid!"

He turned out abruptly making me jump. "Yeah you hate me, keep on saying that shit."

I was fuming. "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! You make me sick. I can't stand you.  I hate you!" I mushed the side of his head and he shot me the most deathly glare.

"You know what? I hate yo' ass, too. Do something." He challenged me, with both his arms out.

"Oh." I ran to the kitchen and grabbed the bowl of chocolate. When I came back he was pulling his coat off the rack, I took the chance to dump the bowl on his head. He stood there in irate shock. I dropped the bowl, in mock innocence.

I put on my big doe eyes. "Oops."

His started breathing through his nose. "You den' fucked up now."

I beckoned him with both hands. "Bring it on Webster."

He charged at me and all I could do was scream when he tackled me down to the ground. What made it worse and it there was chocolate everywhere. Cold chocolate. He pinned my arms down by my side and tears rushed down my cheek. I don't even know why I was crying this time.

He stared at me, the longer he started the more he tightened his grip on my wrists

I still tried to fight my way out of his grip. "Fuck you and that bitch! I hate you!"

"I hate you too!"

I stopped fighting and just laid there limply. His grip loosened and he dropped his head, tired and defeated.

After what felt like 10 minutes, I decided to finally speak up. "I don't hate you..."

He let out one weak chuckle. "I don't hate you either."

"I love you..."

He looked up at me, his face red and tear stained. I was shocked because I didn't even hear any sobs coming from him. "I love you too."

I opened my mouth to speak but his lips crashed into mine. The passion, excitement and sexual energy in the kisses intense. I don't know at when our clothes came off but all I wanted was him inside me. We never spoke a word to each other and let instinct and lust take over. I parted her legs and guided him into me, he didn't need it. He was just going way too slow for me. Both of our breathes got caught in our throat as I gently slid him into her. Once he was fully in to me, he leaned down to kiss me, our kisses were intense. He slunk his arms to my lower back and pulled my body up into his lap.

He slowly began to bounce me up and down, slow long loving strokes. I took his ear in my teeth, sinking my nails deeper and deeper into his back. I sucked in a breath as he dug his nails into my hips. He came face to face with me, and we locked eyes, both our mouths wide open.

I was beginning to feel like I was not going to be able to hold out too much longer so I began to whimper and pick up my pace. Prince had no problem catching on. My eyes rolled back, my back arched and I screamed for the Lord. 

"I love you!" I whimpered. "I love you so much baby!"

I saw that little smirk come over his face and before I could even think he had flipped me over onto all fours. "You feel him?"

"Yes, I feel him." I cried out 

"You feel him?"  

"Oh, my God, I feel him! He feel big!"

"What do you feel?" 

"I feel Daddy Dick."

"You love Daddy Dick?"

"I love Daddy Dick."  

He spanked me. That's new. "Say you love Daddy Dick."

I'll say whatever at this point. "I love Daddy Dick."

He spanked me even harder. "You going to clean all this mess up?"  

My eyes rolled into the back of my head. "I'll clean up!" 

"You gon' stop throwin' these lil' attitudes?"

I lost the ability to hold myself up with my arms. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my- oh my God." 

The room went silent with the excepting of our whimpers and moans. I looked back and saw his eyes were closed and his face was contorted in pleasure. Damn he's so fine. Faster. Harder. With one last thrust he sank deeply into me and exploded which in turn triggered my orgasm. We held ourselves in place cumming together before he collapsed on top of me. Once I pulled myself together, I whipped around and nuzzled into his chest. It was so intense that both of us started to giggle uncontrollably. Here we are laying in a pile of chocolate, on the floor of the foyer.

He gave me a small kiss on the top of my head. "We're a mess."

"We ain't shit. You the damn mess."

"No i'm the mess for puttin' up wit'cho crazy ass."

I shrugged. "I mean your not exactly wrong." I couldn't help but think this would be the perfect time to tell him, but why ruin the moment.

I looked up at him. "Prince."

He met my gaze. "Yeah?"

"Stay the night, please" I cooed. I was feeling really attached all of a sudden. I felt as if he left he wasn't gonna come back. I don't know where it came from.

He chuckled. "I don't know, see if I stay. You'll drum up some bullshit in your head and next thing I know I got a knife in the side of my neck."

I cut my eyes at him. "Shut the fuck up." I rested my chin on his chest. "So will you stay?"

"Yeah." he sighed. "Might as well, you ruined my clothes."

"You ruined my floors."

His face dropped. "How the hell did I ruin your floors, your poured it on there."

"Well you made me mad!"

His eyes widened is disbelief. "Are you serious?!"

I tried to hold a serious face but it dropped. "I know I know, it's my fault. I'm sorry."

"And i'm sorry for Troy."

"Your forgiven." I slapped him lightly on the chest. "You ass."

I don't know what it was but my mind shifted to children at this moment. If we one day decided to get married or something. What about our children? Are we even responsible enough for children? Am I responsible enough to be a mother? Mental illness is genetic, what if I curse my baby and they turn out emotionally unstable like me? Prince and I are responsible to manage out careers but are we responsible enough for an entire human being.

"How do you feel about having children?" I closed my eyes and started to die immediately at my word vomit, that's literally how you scare men off.

He was quiet, too quiet. I looked up at him and he seemed deep in thought. "My father told me to never get a girl pregnant."

I cut my eyes. "But he got a girl pregnant, he got like 3 pregnant."

"I don't know Jasmyn it's just." He sighed heavily and started talking a million miles a minute. "I really don't know anything about kids. Greg-Greg was the first of my friends to have a baby and he's amazing with his little girl. If I ever fucked up and had kids he would be the first person I would call about it."

Fucked up?

"You know, he's the first person I call about everything. And it kills me...it kills me every time, that I think about bringing another piece of me into this world. I mean what if I can't give them what they want. What they need! If I ever have kids I want someone to slap me and say 'What the hell were you thinking'. I held his babygirl one time and all I could do was look at her. She started crying in front of me and I did everything I could but it was really really hard and Brooks just took the baby from me and all I could think was I don't know what the hell i'm doing." He took a deep exhale. "I don't know what the hell i'm doing."

I kind of didn't know what to say after that so I didn't say anything. I wriggled out his grip and pulled on my rope. "I'm gonna clean this mess up, you go on and take a shower." I gathered his clothes into my hands. "I'll call Naomi and get this dry cleaned."

He smiled kissing me again before heading upstairs. I watched him up. 

"We don't know what the hell we're doing..."