[ Days Without Sex: 7]

I pressed the pillow to my face, muffling my screams as reached my peak, I tossed the pillow onto the floor, as I stared into the ceiling, trying to catch my breath.

I was never a big masturbator before but now I'm literally aching for some type of stimulation. Sleeping in the bed with him at night is hard enough, we just stare into the ceiling most of the night trying to have a conversation but we both know what we could be doing.

I swung my feet over my bed and stepped into my heel. I looked mirror, smoothing my gown down. "You will pull yourself together young lady. You are a strong woman and you can do this."

I showered myself in mango body mist, took a deep breathe and headed downstairs.

"I'm ready." I announced causing Prince to look up. His eyes went heavy lidded as he watched me intensely coming down the stairs. He looked so good in his a suit with his on glasses, a hand tucked in his pocket the other hand holding his coat.  When I got in front of there we stood there just looking at each other, his cologne seeped into my nose. He smelled so good I just wanted a little taste.

"You ready?"

"Yeah." I said softly

The ride was completely silent which increased the sexual tension. We sat across from each other. I had to crack a window because I felt like I was burning up. My dress had a long slit up revealing my thigh. I crossed my leg, enjoying the breeze. I whipped out my compact to check my makeup, making sure there isn't any makeup on my teeth. These red carpet fashion reporters always on some bullshit. I peeked last my mirror a bit and I could see Prince taking in every inch of my body, almost animalistic like. Then he gazed at me from under his eyes, I was caught in his trance for a minute.

The sounds of the crowd growing strong and stronger as we pulled up to Shrine Auditorium. I cleared my throat and closed my compact. We both tried to pull ourself together.

"Ready..?" he asked, taking my hand.

"If that's what you wanna call it.."

The driver opened our door and the full volume of the crowd hit us. We stepped out hand in hand. I couldn't help but remember that this is our first official public appearance together, as an official couple. That thought alone put a smile on my face. We waved to the crowd, I blew them kisses made little faces at them being my usual dramatic self.

The reporters beckoned us to come in closer, trying to talk over the screaming fans and the paparazzi yelling at us to look at them.

"The red carpet is in total pandemonium not only has the pop diva, Jasmyn arrived, looking as lovely as ever might I add but she's joined by the baddest man in rock n' roll. His purple majesty himself, Prince!"

The crowd went in an uproar at the utterance of his name! He smiled and waved, clutching onto my hand even tighter.

I squinted my eyes trying to ease the pain of the lights flashing.

"First of all ...lookin' faaaaaantastic..."

"The best looking couple here..." the man added in.

"She looks great doesn't she." He smiled, pointing to me, he backed up trying to give me the attention. I smiled even harder, pulling my hair over my shoulder.

"No both of y'all." One reporter said, Prince gave him some dap at the comment before putting both his hands in his pocket.

I pinched his cheek. "Such a cutie!"

He smile at me, "Stop it." he mumbled. I was literally dying at his cuteness, he was actually blushing right now.

"Did you guys coordinate this or..."

"Did we coordinate?..." I looked over our outfits. Black silk gown and Prince's black suit specially done up the only way he can. "Something like that I guess. I mean I'm pretty simple. I like getting dressed up but I don't like having to struggle to get out of clothes so I try to..." I bursted into laughter at the memory of me tripping out my heel the last time I got super dressed up. "...uhmm play it cool when I get dressed up for an event."

"Well I saw her dress and how beautiful is was and I just wanted to you know, let her do her own thing..." he was looking at me as he was speaking not the cameras. I'm pretty sure my smile reached maximum curvature. "I mean look at her. It's an honor to walk the carpet with her."

"Awe." they both cooed. I pouted at his cuteness.

"Well you look stunning together, probably the most stunning couple here."

"Thank you!" I smiled, as I felt him slink his arm around my waist pulling me closer. I felt his fingers brush up against m hip , it was small caresses that made pleasure shocks shoot straight to my loins. I felt myself tense up at the feel of his fingers still stroking my hip. I glanced at him and he gave me a knowing smirk. Luckily, the reporters asked us another question.

"Who are you wearing tonight?" Prince took my hand and held it above my head, I turned giving them a full view of my outfit.

"I'm wearing Versace."

"Fancy. Well how excited are you for this evening?"

"How excited am I? I am so excited, I'm very excited. Very very very nervous." I interlocked my fingers with Prince's hand that was slung around my waist.

"I was just about to ask that..." the female reporter cut in. "Do you ever get nervous? Or are you used to this by now."

"Oh psh...all the time. Uhm....things like this never become normal. It's always a new album, a new sound, a new look, just....everything changes year by year and things like this stress me out for months and.." I exhaled, trying to calm myself. "Months on end but one day..." I chuckled. "one day this will be second nature. But I'm excited mostly and super honored, it's an amazing thing and I am forever grateful for all the love and positivity I recieve."

We all busted into laughter but I was still, nervous and horny as shit. A terrible combination. "Sorry I just gave my entire life story, right there just poured my heart out for a minute."

"No no this is your interview you do what you want..." the man snickered.

"Well. You have been nominated for several Grammies...and you are no stranger to winning. Do you feel more pressured to win? Or are you more relaxed?"

"I am never relaxed at award shows..." I laughed. "But uhm...again the nominations are awards in themselves."

"Are you excited too see anyone tonight?"

"I'm excited every single year for the Grammy's mostly for the new talent. I like to see new singers and new music. A new style of performing, it's always great to see."

I mentally cursed myself because I was babbling like an idiot, once again.

"Well Prince do you think she has a chance of winning tonight?"

He chuckled. "I do. She's very talented, hardest worker I've ever met by far."

"One day I'll work as hard as this guy." I joked, squeezing his hand.

I looked down the carpet and I saw Whitney wave to me, smiling as bright as ever. Her smile was like the sun it just warmed your heart.

"Hey girl!!" I waved over Prince's shoulder.

She made out my silhouette with her hands and shot me a thumbs up. My smile got even wider. "Thank you baby!! You look beautiful..."

She fluffed her hair and laughed so loud I could hear her all the way down here. I turned back to the interviewers.

"I'm sorry, I love her to pieces! She's such a bright light.."

"You and Whitney are friends?" the male reporter asked. Everyone seems to think we're rivals for some reason. Two successful female artists and we have to be rivals and not friends. Typical Hollywood sexism.

"Yes!! I don't see her very often because we're both very busy women but whenever we're both free I definitely hang out with her. Actually we went dress shopping together.."

"Well you look great and I'm sure your gonna sound even better."

"Thank you." I waved to them both pulling Prince off.

We finally made our way inside and too our seat. I was trying not to laugh outloud as Prince was insulting everyone's outfit in the room. He's so shady when it comes to clothes. As Janet was performing Nasty, my eyes shifted down to his crotch.

"See somethin' you like." I shot my head up, to meet his knowing smirk.

"I thought I saw somethin'" I rolled my eyes and turned back to the stage.

Finally my first award popped up. Producer of the Year. I locked my hands together in my lap as he called out the nominees. I made sure to smile when he got to my name.

"And the Grammy goes too..." My heart started pounding as I heard the envelope rip open. It's really hard to act nonchalant when you care a hell of lot.

"Emotions, Jasmyn." I exhaled and tears clouded my eyes. I leaned my head on Prince shoulder trying to pull myself together before I got in front of all these people.

I held my dress, careful walking up the stairs one by one. I thanked and kissed people on the cheeks before they handed me the Grammy. I turned to the mic and looked out at the crowd.

"Thank you so much...oh." I flipped my hair the lights were blinding me, as I tried to focus my vision. "First of all I wanna thank God for everything he's blessed me with. I wanna thank the Grammy's." I took a deep breathe to calm myself down, I felt tears about to burst out of me. "I wanna thank my family." My eyes finally focused in on Prince, him smiling endearingly. "I wanna thank my baby Prince, I love you." My stomach dropped when I realized what I just did and I wanted nothing more than to get off the stage.

"I wanna thank my fans for alway supporting me and growing with me and loving me unconditionally." I blew a kiss into the mic. "I love you goodnight."

I turned and scurried off the stage, people thanking me along my way to the press room. As I was taking pictures with my award, I saw Prince out the corner of my eye standing in the cut.

I walked up to him, I opened my mouth but I didn't really know what to say.

"Look at you." He pulled me in closed, planting a kiss on my forehead. "You got a Grammy and you smell good."

I laughed in relief, leaning my head into his chest inhaling his scent. "Thank you."

He chuckled. "So much for privacy huh?"

I started speaking a million miles a second. "I'm sorry! I was trying to focus my vision but the spotlight was in my face and when my vision focus your fave was the first one I saw and when I said it I was like oh fuck and then I-" He put a finger to my lip, silencing me.

"Don't worry about it alright?" He snickered. "I thought it was cute."

"No you don't, your mad."

"I mean people were following us, before, but it's about to kick up a hell of a lot, restaurant may or may not be easy to go to anymore, the paparazzi is gonna watch us sleep now, We won't even be able to breathe without it being on the news, they're gonna analyze every song we ever put out now. The papers are gonna say your pregnant every other week either that or they'll I'm cheating on you especially because of my reputation, but...am I necessarily mad you saying you love me on National TV?" He looked up in thought. "Nah, that part I can live with."

I smiled then pursed my lips for a kiss. He pecked my lips in return. We walked along the backstage area, I glanced to the side and saw Michael. He gave me a little smile and wave. I waved back, he was gathered in a coerce with his sister. It was sweet that he took a break from touring to support his little sister.

We madeour way to your seats, getting a mix of smiles and odd glances. Not everyone is a supporter I guess. You can be sure the next award, I played it a lot cooler.

I walked up onto the stage, my hand over my mouth trying not to cry. I've won Best Female Pop Vocal Performance a amount of times but every time I'm a mess. I took my award and turned to the crowd.

"First I wanna thank God for the blessing that have brought me here. I wanna thank my fans for believing in me from the very beginning. Uh my mom for encouraging me always and putting up with me singing around the house. As in before I knew what a note was. " I joked, the crowd rumbled a little in laughter. "And I wanna thank my best friend, now I don't wanna put you on the spot because I know they've been shovin' a camera in ya' face since
I walked up here but thank you for the endless inspiration." I beamed, holding my award up. "Thank you Grammys good night."

I giggled walking off as the crowd cheered behind me. I walked right into Prince's open arms. I decided that in that moment that this is where I wanted to be the rest of my life.

We actually decided to skip the afterparty, my choice. Celebrities are nosy as hell and they think because that their famous they have the right to ask personal questions.

After the high of the night came down, here we are, staring at the ceiling in silence.

I finally spoke up. "So Prince..."

"Yeah..."

"We got seven days to go you think you can make it?"

He scoffed. "Please ok, I can make it baby. As a matter a fact, I'm thinkin' about goin' another month you know" He chuckled. "Right now I'm in shape I'm in control. I'm a man at peace."

I could sense the lying in his voice, we both knew we we're breaking. At this point it was a war of attrition. Who would crack first? So I decided to play the little game.

"I know what you mean." I chuckled. "I've never been so well rested, so serene you know." I turned over, backing my ass into his side as per usual. I kept readjusting myself just to fuck with him. I heard his breathing get heavier.

"Uh..uh uh uh uh uh" he stuttered. "Jasmyn?"

"Hm." I nuzzled my head into my pillow.

"You got part of ya' ass on me now."

I sat my head up slightly. "I guess I should move it..."

"Unless you givin' in and if you are I can understand you know." He chuckled, cockily.

I slit my eyes. "No I am NOT givin' in, i'm just tryin' to get comfortable so I can sleep looks like your the one who's givin' in baby."

"Oh please I can handle it ok because your always on this side. All I'm sayin' is please stay on your side of the bed tonight. Please!"

I was no having it with his tone, I turned around to face him. "And what's that supposed to mean."

He whipped around onto his side, facing me. "I'll tell you what it means! It mean you ain't got no bed manner ok. You go to sleep over there, you wake up you all up on me ok." He shot up, pointing to the side of the bed. "You got my head between the nightstand and the damn bed and you got me down here." He leaned over the side of the bed, being dramatic as hell. "Eatin' carpet ok excuse me" He backed me down with his butt, adjusting himself in the bed. "OK enough is enough already."

"The ONLY reason i'm on your side of the bed Prince is because you steal all the damn covers." I tried to yank the covers from him but he was wrapped up tightly. "See you got all the covers right now and i'm sittin' here freezin' my butt off."

He shot up and glared at me. "You know what I will give you some covers when you get back across the border ok. Head to the border."

I pushed of him and settled back on my side of the bed, flat on my back, staring at the ceiling, arms crossed. 

He swiped an invisible line between us. I got mad and swiped a line even harder between us, we went back and forth like that before turning over to our sides of the bed. 

Hours and hours went by and I was stuck staring into the dark bathroom, I had an meeting tomorrow with the perfume specialist, we're supposed to be coming up with my new scent and I needed to be well rested with that, being tired as hell and high is highly non productive. I'm saying from experience, that's how I got into that donut shop fiasco.

I heard Prince's soft breathing, I sat up slight, just enough to reached my hand over him. I waved my hand over his face to be sure he was still sleeping. I was pretty certain he was, but he liked to play possum a lot, he's not a heavy sleeper not at all so I was gonna have to be quiet about this. I carefully settle back down into my spot and carefully slipped my hand under the sheets, trying to get myself off which usually put my to sleep.

I put my hand over my mouth, letting my eyes roll back. I tried my best to keep quiet but a part of me wanted him to hear me so maybe he would be turned on enough to end the fucking bet and I could just get my normal kinky sex life back: handcuffs, blindfolds, sex toys, and all. 

I let out a muffled whimper, my back arching. 

"Are you cumming for me baby?" his voice was so deep, it made my climax harder. 

"I swear you never sleep." 

"It's hard to ignore somebody getting themselves off right behind you." he chuckled, turning around to face me. "Kind of made me wanna join in."

I whimpered. "Stop it! I'm dying over here." I titled my head, meeting his eyes. "Your so cute."

He chuckled. "I get that a lot."

I kicked him under the sheets. "Modesty is a virtue you asswipe."

"Asswipe?!" he snickered. "What are you 17?"

"I was when you first met me..."

"And you remembered..."

I gaped my mouth. "Sorry if I can't remember the guy following me around when I was a teenager.."

"I did not follow you around..." He yawned. "It was fate."

"Fate?"

"Yeah fate."

I paused waiting for him to elaborate but he didn't, so I just left it alone. We drifted landed upon a silence, my eyelids started to get heavy

"I remember all those mornings back in 1982 before you even put on your make-up, when I would think to myself, my God, she...is... beautiful..."

 I couldn't help but smile at his after midnight confession.

"and it hurt so much, cause I knew I could never tell you but it was worth it just to be there looking at you."

"That's sweet..."

"I never took you for the freaky type though.

I howled. "Really?!? 

"You looked so innocent when I first saw you."

I chuckled. "I never took you for the normal type but your just as much of asshole as everybody else."

He screwed his face. "What?!? You gotta admit i'm no the average asshole."

"You're a special breed alright, I will give you that you're nothing like anything I ever imagine."

He chuckled lowly.

"I'd never thought you'd hurt me the way you did though."

He sighed. "I said I was sorry.."

"OK but sorry doesn't fix what you did. I'll always remember that day, every now and then it pops back into my mind. I don't trust you anymore, not the way I used to. I don't know if I can ever put that much faith into you again. I promised my self I would never give any more that type of power over me, the power to break my very being." All my memories of my mother crying in the kitchen came back. "I know i've forgiven you time and time again but just can't seem to get over the way you hurt me. I sacrificed myself to you and you threw it back into my face that day." I shook my head at the thought, as the memories flushed back. "I have never felt so stupid in my fucking life. I felt helpless, I felt like my mother. I mean I resented my mother for this very reason and I couldn't even look at myself after that." I shot up, a bunch of emotions surging through me. "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME!" I shot both my hands over my mouth, muffling my sudden cries as the tears flowed down my cheek and over my hands.

He sat up, and look of bitter shock. He reached his hands out to pull me in but I held him at bay with my hands. I crawled over out the bed and into the bathroom, closing the door behind me and locking it. I slid down the door, trying to get this cry out of my system. It's been pent up for a while. 

I heard a soft knock on the door. "Baby open the door."

I shook my head in reply, it's not like he could see it but my silence would eventually help him catch a hint. 

"Can you just please..." his voice trailed off into silence. I finally pulled myself together enough. I took a deep inhale for before opening the door. He opened his mouth to speak but I walked right past him to the bed. 

I pulled the sheet back, but I felt Prince grab my arm trying to whip me around. "Can we atleast talk about this?"

"I'm not in the mood!"

"Well I am.."

"Well i'm not ok." I whipped around to face him. "Can you see I don't wanna talk? Can you see that you've done enough."

He stayed silent, letting me vent. 

"Can you see that i'm broken. I don't even see why you stick around like i'm gonna change anytime soon." I swiped the wetness roughly from my cheeks. "Bet you wish you'd never met me now, bet i'm not the girl you wanted huh? Bet you didn't think this crazy shit was that a pretty face did ya'. God why do you even stick around?" I threw my hands up in frustration. "I'm obviously the fuckin' hassle that you don't want. I'm a whole lot of trouble. I told you. I TOLD YOU, to leave me alone. To leave me the FUCK alone but here we are and you're in too deep and you just keep digging a fucking hole into the bottomless abyss that is me." 

I started laughing hysterically, I was feeling so many emotions. "Here I am in the middle of the night fuckin' cussing you out when you should be sleeping but no your standing here in front of me trying to save me. Why don't you use your head and leave because it's gonna take much more than a heart to save me."

He reached for me but I snatched him away. "You have women throwing themselves at you every. fuckin'. day., so why WHY do you persist on playing with my mind? Why do you persist on staying with me I don't understand? Why are you so attached to me, I don't get it!

"Come here." He reached for me and I slapped his hand away.

"Stop!"

"Come here."

"No!"

"But I just-"

"No!"

"Baby just." He took a tight grip on my wrists pulling me in

"Please stop!" I cried, sliding down to the ground as I tried in vain to wiggle my wrist from his grip. "Leave me aloooone!" 

He sat on the ground with me, fighting to pull me in between his legs. I tried with all my might to resist but I didn't have any fight left in me. He pulled my head on his chest, rocking me back and fourth as he held me close. He planted a kiss on the top of my head. I wrapped my arms tightly around him in return. 

"Its gonna be ok everything is gonna be ok..."