"I mean I like the song but it's so... you, it's not me. It says Prince before it says Jasmyn ya'know?"

"We could completely change the instrumental, drop the fast track and make it slow." he shrugged. "Turn it into a ballad."

"See I would like that because I..." I reached to the side, pulling out the side drawer and opening a fresh box of condoms. "See I loove the lyrics, you're an amazing lyricist. It's just the beat I feel screams Prince and I still wanna be known as Jasmyn not as Prince's girlfriend."

I felt him raise up behind me. "What's the supposed to mean?"

"I wanna remain my own artist not a piece of male property."

I held out the condom to him and he stared at it.

"Are you serious, do we still need these?"

"Yes!" I tossed it onto his chest and folded my hands on top of the covers. "When's the last time you got tested?"

"Tested!? I don't know. I've been on the road a lot."

"Fuck does that mean?! I'm tested every year at my Pap smear. Prince, you need to get tested. Especially the way you sleep around."

"Don't start."

"Whatever..."

"Why don't you trust me?"

I sighed. "I do trust you, it's everyone else I don't trust. Plus men are easy."

He scoffed. "Men aren't easy."

"Oh please! All y'all dudes wanna talk about how y'all want a bad bitch, bad bitch. Bad bitch, big booty, big titties, long hair don't care but what do y'all niggas got?" My voice got higher the more irritated I got. "Big belly! No dick! ALWAYS TALKIN' SHIT! NOBODY WANT YOU NIG-"

Prince yelled over me in a deep dramatic voice. "AYE! AYE!! AYE!!!" I paused looking at him doe-eyed. "Calm yo' crazy ass down." he started mumbling to himself. "over here, catchin' attitudes makin' my dick soft."

"I will get out this bed."

"Oh will you."

I rolled my neck. "I will!"

"YOU AIN'T GON' DO SHIIIIIT!!"

I scrunched my face up at him. "See you ain't even have to go there."

"But you do it all the time."

"It's my thing, find your own."

"OH! and act like a five year old, I think not."

"So now i'm the five year old, shall I recall two days ago when you started a food fight in the bowling alley."

He groaned. "Here we go.."

"Let me paint the scene for you.."

"Oh my God.."

I mused sarcastically. "Boni had just rolled a strike and it was my turn.."

He shook his head, horribly fighting off a smile. "Stop."

"I grabbed your purple ball, y'know the one with the same pink symbol on your motorcycle, and you told me to put it down.."

"Stop."

"I said no and I stuck my tongue out at you. And you, who was actually losing to me-"

"No I wasn't."

"Yes you were!" I chirped. "Because you had that 7 10 split."

"That doesn't mean I was losing."

"But it doesn't mean you were winning either."

"Does so!"

"Does not!"

"Does so!"

"DOES NOT!"

"DOES SO!"

I groaned. "Can I get back to my story or should I go get you a juice box?"

He mocked me in a high voice. "Can I get back to my story?.."

"Very mature."

"Your one to talk, those are your juice boxes."

I kicked him under the covers. "You still drink 'em asshole."

"Well you the one drinkin' all my damn water bottles up."

"You don't even put 'em in the fridge! I do!"

"The damn fridge always open, so shit never gets cold. What's the point?"

I sat up, offended. "I'm sorry if I have an appetite and I don't survive off bread and spirit."

"How come everytime I go in the kitchen, you in the kitchen."

I cut my eyes at him, mouth gaped.

"In the goddamn refrigerator. Eatin' up ALL the damn food."

"Really Mr. Sweet Tooth, I may be in the fridge but you clear the pantry out like a muhfucka."

He smirked. "You know the only thing I like to eat sweet if you."

I snickered, slumping my hand over his face. "Stop being cute asshole."

He pursed his lips. "Gimme kiss."

I squealed."No you just called me fat."

His voice went mushy as his lips came closer and closer to mine. As much as I tried to dodge it he finally got me.

I licked my thumb and wiped the corner of his mouth. He twisted his face in disgust.

"What are you my grandma?"

I gasped. "Oh shit speaking of, back to my story."

"Fuck me."

"Later hold on." I pinched his nose. "So you shot me little devil smirk and walked away.."

He chuckled. "I love this part."

"Literally the second I released the ball, you dumped chili cheese fries on my head."

"But did you die?"

I rolled my eyes, sinking back down into the sheets. "Whatever

He put on his best sports announcer voice. "Well here we are, ladies and gentlemen, the dream we all dream of."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Oh, please!"

"Boy versus girl in the World Series of love"

"You gotta put that in a song or I swear you're never gonna stop sayin' it."

He ripped the condom wrapper with his teeth and tossed it to the side, mumbling to himself. "Maybe I will."

I looked over at him putting on the condom under the sheets and he was taking longer than usual. I groaned in sexual frustration.

"Wait a minute. Give me a second!"

"I'm giving you-"

I heard the condom band snap against him.

"That's it, it's on." he peered up at the ceiling, unsure. "Wait, wait, no, it's not."

"See, this is what happened last time-"

"It's on."

"Prince-"

"It's on!"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positi-I know when it's on!"

I rolled my eyes and turned my head back to the ceiling.

"Now that I got this big old gift wrapped, let's get it going while the tree is still up."

I couldn't help but laugh at his corniness. He's the only guy that can have me screaming for the lord and laughing my ass off at the same time.

"All right." I swung my arms over my head. "Get on top."

"I'm not getting on top. You gotta get on top."

My face dropped. "I got on top the last time. I'm not getting on top."

"No, that shit be fucking with my hip. I'm not doing it."

"But you know my knees been hurtin' since you always achin' for some head in the shower the floor is hard."

"Oh, i'm always achin' for some head, says the one who almost suffocated me last time."

I rolled my eyes. "You're so fuckin' dramatic."

"I almost took my last breath between your legs, although it would've been a blissful way to die." He looked back up to the ceiling. "And I have always thought that was the way I was gonna go."

"With your head in between somebody's legs?"

"Yeah." he mused. "Doesn't it sound blissful."

"You are SO lucky you're unbelievably attractive."

He smirked to himself. "Aren't I?"

I scoffed at his ego. "Then since you're so attractive, get yo' ass on top."

"I'm not gettin' on top, I was on top first round."

"And I was on top rounds 3, 4, and 5."

"Rock, paper, scissors."

I groaned. "Nigga."

He held his fist up. "Rock, paper, scissors, loser gets on top."

I held up my fist next to his. "All right. Fine."

"On three."

"Okay."

"Ready?"

"This is so childish."

We counted in sync. "One, two, three."

Both of us held up scissors.

"That's a tie. We gotta go side." I sighed and turned onto my side like he asked. "Lift your cheek up."

As soon as I felt him about to enter me, I placed my hand on his lower stomach stopping him. "Wait!"

"Best 2 out of 3?"

"I'll get on top."

"I'm glad because the side is my least favorite position."

I rolled my eyes, getting on top of him. "I thought all positions we're your favorite."

He drew out his words. "Well....when you're as great as...I.."

I rolled my eyes at his oncoming arrogance. So sexy and so annoying at the same time.

"Every... position.. ends up being..your favorite."

I couldn't help but smile at his dramaticness. He's so extra.

I reached down to grab his dick, placing it at my entrance. I tried to tease him but only ended up teasing myself. His moans and whimpers started to drive me off the edge and without any warning, I forcefully dropped down, my mouth flew open as I slid all the way down. We locked eye is mutual, heavy-lidded lust. I slowly started grinding my hips and bouncing up and down on him.

He held a tight grip on my hips as he thrust up into me. He shot up, causing my breathe to hitch in my throat. He looked down from my lips to my eyes. I began to bounce, as slow as possible. I bit my lips as his eyes started to close, his mouth opening.

I soon turned around, facing away from him, dick still inside. I erotically gyrated my hips as his nails dug into me. I felt him bite into my shoulder. The tingle went straight to my loins, making me whimper.

His body lifted up, forcing me forward so my face was pressed into the sheets. He was now in control, taking me doggy style.

I cried out as I tried to brace myself in the sheets, the deeper he went the tighter I gripped the sheets.

My chest started to feel heavy, my eyes rolled into the back of my he sat back down, springing me back up into the air. I gasped as he whipped me back around to face him, then down to the bed. I gazed over his feature, from his beautiful eyes, down to his nose, to his lips that were curled to the side, in his usual smirk. He knew when he was killing the shit. I watched as he slowly lifted my leg over his shoulder. Then out of nowhere, he thrusted into me. I grabbed his face pulling him into a kiss, I bit onto his lip as I felt myself contract around his dick. We broke from the kiss, looking into eachothers eyes trying to catch our breathe.

A smile came across his face. "God I love you."

"I love you too..." Then I thought about it. "Wait do you love me or you love what we just did?"

"Both."

I threw my arms over his neck, beaming. "Me too pooks.."

He dropped down, his face in the pillow under my head. "Shit." He turned over on the other side facing the ceiling. I took that as my chance to get on top of him and enjoy his warmth.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. I smiled, nuzzling in as close as possible. "So, how are you?"

"Good." I sighed. "Great, actually. I finally got an artist to draw me for my album cover, she's really good. Fresh out of college and I just closed this amazing perfume deal-"

He chuckled, pecking me on the my forehead again. "Baby, baby."

"Yeah?"

"How are you?"

I sat up, pulling the sheets over my chest, he rested his hands on my hips. "Better now."

"Why you coverin' up the view?" I scanned his face trying to figure out what he meant. When I noticed the smirk on his face, I slapped his chest before I realized it. "You always hittin' me."

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Cause you always hittin' me."

"Yeah from the front, the back, the side-" I put my hands over his mouth, shushing him through my giggle fit.

I gasped. "Wait." I took my hand from over his mouth and rested it on his chest. "I totally forgot to ask."

"What?"

"How did the live recording go?" He decided to record It's Gonna Be A Beautiful Night at his live show, some outdoor event in South France. I couldn't be there I had business to attend to, but I blew up his hotel phone with pre-show wishes and sent him dozens and dozens of purple orchids, since those are his favorite flower.

"It went really good, we had a mobile truck there from Germany and.. we recorded the bed track, we overdubbed it later, I think right there in the mobile truck."

I gasped in awe. "Really?"

"Yeah we caught a lot of good stuff."

I beamed, taking his face in both my hands. "I am so proud of you."

A shy smile spread across his face. "Thank you."

We started lustfully making out, he pulled the sheets from over my chest, tightening his grip on my hips. We've locked ourselves in this hotel room and have just been fucking all day, crazy that we aren't tired yet. However, interrupting our making out the phone started ringing, I started to reach over for it, trying not to break the kiss.

"Don't get it."

I strained against Prince, who was also trying to keep me stationary. "No, I'm just gonna see who it is."

"No, don't get it."

"Oh, my God." I groaned through our kisses. "I have to get it. What if it's Liliana asking questions again?"

"She can call back.."

I pecked him a few more times before putting my mouth to the phone. "Hello."

"Jasmyn, it's Hannah. Listen I have great news." I slid from off the top of Prince and he crawled out the bed. I titled my head to the side watching his butt. He looked back and noticed me watching and he poked his butt out.

I giggled. "Fag."

He flicked me off, then grabbed his towel. "I'm gonna grab a quick shower "

He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek before strutting off into the bathroom. I missed that ass already. I mean him and his actual ass.

"Jasmyn.." Hannah snapped me out my daze.

"Oh shit my bad girl, what's the news."

"You've been asked to be in this big video i'm doing.""

"Oh shit! For who?"

"I mean does that reeeally matter."

My face dropped, recognizing her guilty tone. "What did you do?"

"Nothing ok...because I may have already said yes."

I jumped to my knees. "To who! For what!"

"Ok so Michael-"

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND!"

"Hear me out Jas!"

"No! Anything that has to do with that man is never a good idea." I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to calm myself down. "If I catch you in the streets Hannah I swear-"

"Calm down calm down, I just though since y'all we're cool, like he told me mind you were mind you, that you could do the video no problem."

"No! What made you think that?! I can see the tabloid covers now." I put on my reporter voice. "Michael Jackson and Jasmyn Back Together- Who Begged Who?"

"You are being so dramatic right now."

I was flabbergasted. "Oh I'm-How can you even-Hannah you've done some dumb shit in your life but this Hannah...this takes the cake."

"Look you just have to strut around and be pretty."

"So Prince can strut his heel into my throat" I scoffed. "I don't think so."

"Girl just think about it alright, it'll only be something if you make it something."

"Hannah Lux Davis!!" I looked at the phone in disgust when I heard the click. "I know this bitch did NOT just hang up on me."

"You look beautiful in that light." I turned to see Prince standing with a towel on his waist. "Who was it? How'd it go?"

"It went good."

"From all the yelling it didn't sound good."

"It was Hannah."

"Ah." he nodded. "She'd put me in a bad mood too."

I pulled my knees to my chest, watching him get dressed. I was trying to decide whether I was gonna tell Prince about the Michael video situation or not. What if he was using Hannah to get to me and he had some stupid plan to get me back.

I shook my head at the thought. I was probably just being too full of myself.

"Baby!"

"Huh.?" I had no clue he was even talking to me.

"You okay." he snapped the last suspender on his pants. "I've been talking to you."

I tried to force a smile on my face. "I'm fine."

Housekeeping!

"The band is here." he stated the obvious.

My voice brightened up. "Yeah!"

He walked over to my bedside, taking a seat. I tried to avoid his gaze, but he lifted my chin with his hands. "Hey.."

Hello.

"You should get that."

"No, they can wait."

"No, they'll get us put out." I rolled my eyes. "They're so loud."

"That's true." He kissed me on the forehead. "All right, I'll take care of it."

"Okay."

Come on man pull out, I know it's good pussy but we got rehearsals.

Open up the door, Prince.

"Yo, yo, yo, yo. What up boys....Cat" I grabbed Prince's silk pajama shirt and slid it on so I wouldn't be naked in front of his band.

Button up. I'm insecure enough as it is.

Prince looked as his watch, as he was finishing buttoning up the last few on his shirt. "It's a little early."

Let's go.

"Give me a sec. Give me a sec." Prince came back over to my side, leaving them in the door frame.

What up, Jasmyn? You look good, girl.

What kind of lotion you wearing?

You been on the treadmill?

He pointed his thumbs back towards the door. "So, I gotta go."

"Okay."

He poked me on the tip of my nose. "Everything all right?"

Hurry up, man.

"Yeah."

He looked at me, not believing me at all.

Hasn't this part burned out yet?

You guys still like each other and stuff?

"God." I exhaled, looking over his face. "I just love you so much."

Damn! Come on, boy.

"I love you too, babe." He put hand on my face, pulling me into a kiss,

Get a room!

I pulled back and snapped at Levi. "We're in it!"

"Well, stop."

He pecked me one last time.

"Behave." I warned him.

"I'll be good."

"Okay, please." I didn't wanna let him go and I held onto his hand until the last second he pulled away.

Hey, Jasmyn. Your afterglow is amazing.

Prince waved them out the door. "Move."

Yo man was you killin' that?

You see her smile? He was killing that.

I rolled my eyes at his band members comments and decided to fresh myself up. So when Prince came back we could head right out. But first, I was gonna eat my sandwich. I got it from this awesome sandwich shop downtown. A special vegetarian sandwich just for me. I had 2 of them yesterday and they are huge. I have one left. I did a little shimmy on my way to the fridge.

"Bout to eat my saaaand-wich, bout to eat my saaaand-wich." I sung to myself as I opened the fridge. I pulled out my crumbled up note in disgust. "I know that lil' nigga ain't eat my sandwich."

I poked my bottom lip out and ran over to the phone and called my mom.

I whined. "MOMMY!!!"

She yawned. "What's wrong."

"Prince ate my damn sandwich!"

She gasped dramatically. "Well, what did the police say?"

"See there was no need for you to be a bitch just now."

"You callin' me like I can bring the damn sandwich back.

"But it was my sandwich, I can't believe he ate it!

"Jasmyn, it's just a sandwich!

"Just a sandwich?!" I crossed a foot under myself, sitting on the bed. "Look, I am 21 years old, last year was my last big young birthday before everything major age badge I get ends with a zero. I'll be 40 in 19 years and that sounds like a long time away but I was 19 two years ago. You do the math mom."

"I think your an idiot Jasmyn."

"Mom that sandwich was the only good thing going on in my life! He ate the only good thing going on in my life!"

"So your career, your accolades, your relationship, good heath, and full edges mean nothing."

I pulled the phone back, twisting my face at it. "Mom that's not the point."

"Okay, look, just go get another one."

I mumbled to myself. "That does makes sense."

"Doesn't it?" she sassed.

"I-I still can't believe he ate it!! I mean, mommy, I left a note and everything." I uncrumpled the sticky note from my hands and read it aloud. "Dear Prince, I may not have to be rich to be your girl. I may not have to be cool to rule your world. But if you eat this sandwich i'll burn your favorite shirt."

"Don't burn that man clothes!"

"Mom! I warned him."

"Jasmyn." she scolded me. "Don't you burn that man clothes."

I groaned. "Fine! I'll call you back I gotta go write him insults in the shower fog."

"Ok." she sighed. "And don't you burn Prince clothes."

"Oh I won't, Bye love you."

"Love you." I hung the phone up and decided to freshmen myself up. I was grumbling the entire time I was in the shower. Writing him mini angry notes in the shower that I knew he wouldn't be able to read but it's a way to vent since he's not here. I could taste the honey mustard and the mayonaise, mixing with the cucumbers and the spinach and all the other vegetables while I was getting dressed.

Two bowls of popcorn and five episodes of Full House later, Prince comes strutting in

He knelt down at my bedside. "Hey baby."

He pursed his lip for a kiss but I just glared at him.

"Gimme kiss"

I pushed his forehead back with my fingers. "No."

He groaned at the ceiling knowingly. "What I do? Are we fighting?"

"I don't know are we eating eachother's sandwiches."

"Umm." he chuckled. "This is all because of a sandwich."

"No it wasn't just a sandwich." I stood on my knees "It was my sandwich. You knew it was my sandwich, this is deeper than the sandwich it's a respect thing."

His voice got high. "What!?!"

I crossed my arms. "You don't respect me."

"You know what." he chuckled. "I don't have time for this."

He walked off, taking off his jacket and tossing it on the other side of the bed then walking into the bathroom to touch up his makeup. I followed behind him.

"Oh well we can cut it short. Why the hell did you eat my sandwich then?"

"I don'know." he shrugged, pulling open his lip pencil. "I was hungry in the middle of the night."

"Oh-oh really? Did you confuse it with your own sandwich that wait." I gasped. "didn't exist."

He screwed his facial expression at me before turning back to the mirror. "I come back early from soundcheck and this is what I get"

"Did you even see the note?"

"I was some receipt on top of it."

"That receipt" I emphasis with air quotes. "Said it was my sandwich."

"Now now little one, calm down." he plugged back in his curling iron. "Some of it could still be in the trash."

"What?!"

"Well, it was kind of gross, I don't like banana peppers so I had to throw most of it away."

"You-you-you-you" I ran my fingers through my hair. "you threw my sandwich away!"

Prince shrugged and stepped on the bathroom past me. I watched him make his way to his closet and search through for something else to wear. His nonchalantess was kind of pissing me off. He sat down on the bed and toed off his boots.

I stood "My sandwich Prince."

Without looking up at me, his fingers felt around my waist, forcing me down in his lap.

"Let me go you assho-" he cut me off with his lips.

"Oh shutup." He pecked me hard on the cheek. "I'll go get you another sandwich."

"A whole new sandwich for little ol' me? Really, Prince." I put my hands to my chest in mock excitement. "Somebody pinch me. Really."

"You see I did have a little gift for you but since your in one of your little moods again, i'm gonna keep it."

My child like excitement kicked in, I bounced furiously on his knee. "Show me! Show me! Show me! Show me!"

He chuckled, pinching the apple of my cheek. "Only because your cute when your excited."

I clapped rapidly as he slowly pulled a small box out his pocket. He's a sucker for dramatics. 

My heart was about to beat out my chest as he open the box and revealed a ring. My eyes lit up. It was a pastel lavender champagne peachy sapphire in rose gold diamond setting. I'm guess 14K gold. He gently picked up my hand, planting a kiss on my ring finger. 

"Don't get all mushy on me man."

"Jasmyn.." he started deeply. I squealed way louder than I should've. I was so damn excited.

"Your a crazy ass, who completely disregards my thoughts and opinions. You yell at me over THE dumbest shit. You take up ALL the cover in the bed. You constantly eat up all the food in the fridge, wear my clothes, and are possibly the BIGGEST pain in my ass."

My jaw dropped.

"But." He put his finger up. "Your my pain in the ass and I promise to always be there for you even when you piss me off."

I twisted my mouth trying to fight off a smile as he slid the ring on my finger. "You can be poetic and sweet in a song but to me oh no! Your lying to your fans."

He grabbed my chin and pulled my face close to his. "Keep talkin that shit and I will make sure your not walking tomorrow."

I raised my brow challenging him. "Wanna bet?"

"Bet."

"First one to scream gives the other a massage"

He smirked giving me small kisses, I gave him deeper kisses in return.

Prince bit into my shoulder, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he bounced me up and down his length, his name spilling from my lips. In the back of my mind I wondered how we even got into this situation. As of lately, we've just been like two horny teenagers.

I finally steadied myself on the bed, slowing down his pace.  

"You know you you owe me a massage right."

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing come out but my cries of pleasure. He tilted me over, digging my face into the sheets about to take me from behind but there was a knock at the door. We groaned simultaneously. 

"Yes."

"I know you busy right now but you almost ready bruh, we gotta to leave soon." 

Prince chuckled. "Uh give me 'bout 30."

"Ok man, handle ya' business." I heard Greg's snickers going down the hall.

Prince bursted into a fit of giggles.

"Prince i's not funny."

His voice shook with laughter. "Your right it's not, it's not."

I propped my cheek up on my hand before waving my hand giving him laugh approval. Listening to him laugh at what happened, which wasn't even that funny. I turned all the way off at this point. I propped myself up on all fours. "Ok Prince, get out."

He held me in place by my hips before I could move. "I wouldn't move if I were you."

"And why not." 

"The condom slid down to the tip and if you move too fast, it could get stuck in you."

"You gotta be fuckin' me right now."

"I mean I could... but that would make it worse."

I gritted my teeth. "I swear to God Prince, make another joke-"

"Calm down calm down ok just...." he tightened his grip on my waist. "Just sit back and i'll get us off the bed."

"This so fuckin' stupid. We are never having sex again."

"Oh shutup and do it."

I cross my arms and pouted, as he slowly guided my hips. I tried as hard as I could to maintain my bitch face as he got us off the bed. He would occasionally thrust inside of me trying to force a moan out, I bit my lip to make sure that wouldn't happen.

We waddles to the bathroom, Prince chanting for us to just walk and talk the entire time but my legs felt like noodles and right now the last thing I wanted to do was talk. Thankfully, we made our way to the bathroom.

He reached to the side to grab the shower knob. 

"Are we gettin' in the shower?"

"Nah we're getting in the toilet."

"Ugh! Would it kill you to not be such a jackass for a minute?"

"I'd died a little inside, yes."

"Don't you use that tone of voice, you-"

"What were you gonna say? Jackass? Asshole? Lil' Nigga? Little Man?"

"How about all of the above?"

"How's this for a name?" His voice went high. "Pony Express is in." He swapped back his voice. "What have you got for me, Joe?"His voice went back high. "Let me see. It's here somewhere. Oh Here we are. A big bag of bitch flakes for Jasmyn.

My mouth gaped and I stepped on his foot as hard as I could. 

"Ow! What'd you do that for?"

"I guess I had one to many bitch flakes this morning."

Prince popped me in the back of the head, making my hair frizz in that spot, my hand shot to the back of my head. 

"You can't hit me! I'm a girl!"

 "Sometimes I wonder."

I swung my foot out, hitting him in the side of the shit. 

"Kicking Jasmyn?"

"Ha! Hurts, doesn't it?"

"You tell me." He spanked me, the sound echoing through the bathroom.

"Ow! That actually hurt you ass! Get out of me, i'm not in the moo-" I squealed as Prince thrusted into me, I gripped onto the sink for support.

He stopped. "Are you done."

I nodded, that's all I could do.

"Good." He slowly pulled on my still throbbing entrance and rolled the condom off. "Clean yourself up ok." he spanked me and started to strut out. I pushed his arrogant ass the rest of the way. 

"Bitch." I stuck my tongue out and slammed my door in his newly annoyed face.

"I told you to stop callin' me that."

"Fuck off." I snickered when he kicked the door. "I love you."

I smiled into the silence, waiting for his reply. As soon as I was scared it wouldn't come he came through. "Love you too."

After Prince and I finally got ready, which took forever, he's such a girl sometimes I tell you. We interlocked our fingers together as we quickly made our way outside. The roar of the crowd and the shrill screams filled my ears. The bodyguards got in a tight formation around us, pushing away over zealous reporters and photographers. It sucked that even though we're leaving through the back of the hotel, reporters still made their ways around to us. I hated this part and Prince knew I hated this. I've been in this game for years and years and I can't stand walking outside anymore. I like peace and quiet but now every single time I leave the confines of my room, it's an uproar. It can really take a toll on you. I shielded my eyes with my hands and ducked my head into Prince's shoulder.

Prince leaned over and whispered through my hair. "It's almost over."

Prince!! Jasmyn!! They're blessing the children, they're blessing us!

I shot my head up and locked eyes with Prince. We looked at each other, smiles starting to spread across faces before bursting into laughter. When we got to the car, Prince snapped his fingers and immediately umbrellas flew up blocking the camera flashes. I finally removed my hand from over my eyes and watched the guys put our stuff in the vans, some we locals we hired for the day.

"Okay, just be careful because it's a handmade dress." I put my hands out as one guy took my two piece dress off the rack. Prince designed it for me. It was a short, peach, metallic little number with a cute light-weight white fur coat. It's just like one he has. After months and months of bothering him, he finally came through for me.

"Don't worry baby, it'll be fine." I felt his arms slink around my waist. "If not I can have another one made."

I squealed. "You're so good to me pooks."

"Prince? The Prince of Pussy!" My eyes widened, as Prince let me go. I turned around and saw some strange man was peering at Prince. "It's me, Marty. Remember?

"Yo! Marty the One Man Party!" They bursted into laughter, giving eachother some dap and hugs. I tried to pull a smile on my face, despite my discomfort.

"Yo, they told me it was you but I didn't think i'd actually see you today."

"What up yo, what up, man?"

"Oh, man, wait till I tell the boys the Prince is back in town!" He slapped my shoulder with the back of his hand,making me jolt. "Yo, two of my wildest nights ever were with this man right here."

I craned my neck to the side. "I can only imagine."

"Oh, baby, you don't even got to imagine. We got him on video."

Prince shook his head furiously. "She don't wanna see that."

"Oh she ain't bout that life?"

"No."

"That's sweet." Marty chuckled. "Aye this man is a god. A legend with the ladies. We used to get him drunk just to get his leftovers, he couldn't hold liquor to save his life."

"I was young, I used to go out with them every once in a while."

"Sounds like you went out a lot." I corrected him.

"You remember the Andre's big blow-out bash last year?"

Prince tried to stop him. "That was a few years ago."

"Them strippers was off the chain."

Prince put his hand around my waist. "Marty, this is my woman, Jasmyn."

"Oh!"

I held my hand out to him. "Nice to meet you."

Marty took my hand, his eyes immediately landed on the ring. "No! Wait! OOOOH! You took him down?" He bursted into laughter as if it was comical that Prince would be with me. "Lower the flag, baby! Retire the rubbers. The Prince of Pussy is getting married!"

Prince was flabbergasted. "No! No, dude, God, no. We just here for a for a show. The ring was just a gift."

I bit my inner cheek, trying to contain myself. I could not believe my ears.

"Well, I'm just saying, if you can get away later on, The fellas are having an after-party down at Studio 51..."

"I'm right here!"

He pat me on my shoulder a lot harder than what he needed to. "Well, this how we do, baby."

Prince waved him off. "Let me just get with you later."

"All right. Get your girl in check now." he adjusted his coat. I had to refrain from punching him in the throat in front of all these cameras. "She gonna make you look bad out here in the street, man. Wait till I tell the boys Prince is back in town!"

"I don't know that dude, really." I shook my head not believe a word that was coming out of his mouth. "I met him one time. He drives and cuts hair."

I put my hand up in his face stopping him. "Hell, no."

I ducked my head into the car, Prince following behind me. I crossed my legs and leaned my head out the window.

Prince tapped my thigh. "Baby."

I glared at his hand, refusing to turn my head towards him

"The Prince of Pussy is back in town, baby!" I heard Marty yell from the window. I pushed Prince's hand off of me in a small burst of anger.

"Why do you have that look on your face?"

I exhaled, not wanting to speak because I would say something that I would regret.

"Are you mad at me?"

I glared at him out the corner of my eye.

"In my defense he's making it a lot worse than what it really is."

"Shutup talkin' to me Prince or I swear fo' God i'll-"

He put his hands up in surrender. "Okay okay."

We rode in complete silence, I would cast occasional glares at him when he would ask me was I still mad. We ended up checking into another hotel across Detroit, Prince was playing a one-off show at Studio 51. I knew when Marty said it, it sounded familiar, but I was in such shock of the situation it didn't register.

"Is it steamy in here, or is it just you?" 

I looked to see Prince leaning in the doorway with his hands in 

"It's just me." I smoothed my skirt out in the mirror. "Okay. What do you think?" I was the same outfit peach outfit from earlier, Prince made me wear tonight. 

He signaled for me to give him a 360 view, so I gave him a little spin.

"It's nice."

"It's nice?!" 

"No, it's beautiful." he cocked his head, furrowing his brows. "I just didn't expect it to look that expensive."

"You didn't expect it to look this expensive?!"

"No I was just saying that-I mean you look-." he fumbled over his words for the first time in his life. "What do you want me to say? I love it."

"Babe" I felt his arm wrap around my waist, I felt his breathe on my ear. "Wanna go again?"

"No."

"Come on look at this Grecian tub. Let me fix you a bath. We got enough time for two quickies."

I leaned to the side, dodging his kisses. "Stop. Stop. Not in the mood. Not in the mood." I turned to face him. "Okay? Besides, I'd like to be the one woman you haven't slept with in Detroit."

I walked off, I heard Prince's heels behind me.

"Really!? Wait. Hold up. Jasmyn." I sat down on the bed and looked up at him as I stepped into my heels. "I slept with one woman."

I scrunched my face up, calling his bullshit.

"You know, counting is so damn high school."

"I didn't go remeber, I have no life experience." 

He groaned. "We all have a past. It's not like I lied about mine."

"Yeah, but you definitely downplayed it."

His voice went high."Who doesn't downplay?" He grabbed my hand and helped me off the bed. "You downplayed your fling with David Bowie."

I slapped his shoulder. "That's not the point!"

"All I'm saying is that I don't think it's fair that my past is an issue." he pointed to himself. "and yours is not."

"What I'm saying is that I feel..." I huffed trying to find the words. "I don't feel like you're being-I don't feel like your letting me in."

"How am I not letting you in? I'm tryna to let you in right now!"

"I'm saying you're giving me half-truths, your not telling me everything."

"Ask me what you wanna know."

"Anything?" 

"I'll tell you whatever you wanna know."

"I wanna know what you guys did for Andre's party last year."

"You know, it was nothing extravagant. We uhm-" he cleared his throat. "It's just a night out with the guys. Got a steak dinner, and we hit a couple clubs nothing big."

My voice got high. "Nigga."

"See? I just told you and you don't believe me."

"You? Or." I mocked his friend Marty. "The Prince of Pussy."

"Ok but you see I-"

"Yeah yeah yeah let's go." I grabbed his hand and yanked him out the door.

We rode in the car not really saying anything. Prince tried to make conversation but I would just shoot him down with passive aggressive comments. It's my specialty. I mean he didn't exactly deserve it but it was great fuel for his jokes during the show. During If I Had A Harem, which I new was a in the spur of the moment decision to sing, because he wrote the song no more than a week ago.

"Is the word trust... If you love somebody is the word trust. You got to trust somethin'...for this some im'a trust my ass."

The crowd didn't know what he was talking about. But I did and I was not happy about it. We had a small passive aggressive argument at the bar.

"All i'm sayin' is keep out business out your little show banter ok."

He rolled his eyes, making the talking gesture with his hand pissing me off even further. I tapped the counter to get the bartender's attention. "Cuervo shot, keep em' comin'"

"Yes ma'am." he nodded and walked off.

"Yo, Dez! What up, man?" I turned to see Prince dapping up Dez, Prince was talking about him the other day, all their memories and he wondered what he was up to.

"Skipper! What's up?"

Prince stepped back looking him over. "Wait a minute."

"Hey, Jas." Dez hugged me, I forced a smile on my face trying to atleast greet him warmly.

"Hold on, hold on. Let me get this right. Ya mom's let you leave the house and come out by yourself?"

Dez threw his head back in laughter. "Don't you start with me, Prince."

"You lyin', I know she here." he cupped his hands over his mouth. "Lillian, where you at?"

He posed. "Prince, look at me right now."

"You look amazing."

"It looks good, right?" I looked past him and saw a woman walking up behind him, she looked like a Vanity or an Apollonia. The long dark hair, dark eyes, and looking mixed type. She had a sultry smile on her face as Dez put his hand on her lower back.

 "Hey. I want to introduce you to my new friend, Vanessa."

"Prince?"

I crossed my arms and legs in knowing. "Really nigga." I mumbled.

Prince looked back to me and then back to her. "Vanessa..."

"You son of a bitch!" She grabbed the glass out of Dez's hand and threw it in Prince's face a little bit of it splashed on me.

As much as I wanted to do that myself, don't no other bitch get to disrespect my man but me. I hopped off the stool and got in her face. "Bitch! Is the Lord callin' you home this early."

I started to take off my earrings and Dez put his arm up between us. "What are you doing?" 

"Where's my passport?" Vanessa yelled over his arm at Prince.

Prince was trying to wipe the droplets off his peace suit. "I don't have no damn passport!"

She started screaming at him in Spanish, which made her yelling sounds ten times harsher. Prince's security rushed in a took her away from us. I hopped back in my stool and threw back a few shots. I sucked in air through my teeth, trying to ease the burn. I didn't drink. In fact I hated it but I now fully understood why my mother did. I pulled Prince inbetween my legs and tried to dab Prince dry with a handful of bar napkins

I balled up the napkin and dabbed a few drops off his face.  "Anybody else you wanna let me know about?" 

"I honestly, don't know what to tell you."

I exhaled. "Oh babe ... you deserved this."

His eyes widened. "I did not!"

"You did so!

"Did not!"

"Did so!"

"Did not!"

"Did s-" I looked over Prince's shoulder and my eyes locked on this woman approaching us. "Here comes girl number two."

His body tense up. "Wait what?"

It was dark in the club, so I couldn't really see her. "I mean she kind of looks like Patrica Rushen." My mouth gaped. "Did you sleep with Patricia Rushen!?!"

"No!... I would've like to but I mean" he shrugged. "You don't always go hunting with the right equipment."

I was about to say something but I decided to just drop it. By now the girl was a foot away. 

"Prince...?" 

Prince bit his lip and turned to greet her. 

"Prince remember me," she held her hand out. Prince hesitantly took it. "It's me, Ebony, two years ago..remember?"

I sucked my teeth at the time frame. 1985? Back when he was fucking me? Ok. Strike 2 for the night.

His voice brightened up. "Oh hey Ebony, how are you?"

"Good! Oh lord..." she sighed, taking his one hand in both hers. "The memories we shared, Prince you remember we met at a club." Prince nodded, goofy smile on his face. He probably forgot I was here. "Then we went back to your room and made love...and I asked you if you still respect me in the morning and you said yeah?"

Prince wiped his thumb over the tip of his nose. "Oh with all due respect!"

"Well you never called Prince." Her hand went to her hips and her neck went to rolling and her attitude came in full throttle. "And I sat by that telephone for TWO years! TWO years Prince! Who do you think you are?!"

I craned my head to the side slowly, glaring at Prince's profile as he scrunched his face up mimicking her neck rolls.

"Did you ever sit by yo' telephone for two years huh Prince? I don't think so! Try it sometime! You know what Prince, you think you the big man. You think you all that! Well I got news for you Prince, you AIN'T all that!" She strutted off, leaving me pissed and Prince dumbfounded

"She's just a friend-" I put my hand in his face stopping him before he even started. I hopped off the stool and made my way to the booth. Prince knew exactly what I was doing, as he followed behind me. I was gonna grab my purse and storm out. In natural fashion, that's what I did. I wasn't storming out because I was mad. I just didn't wanna be introduced to anymore of his past. 

I kept my head down and waved as we were swarmed with flashes and screams from the reporter fan mix. The loud noise wracking my brain was pissing me off more than what I was and what I should've been. 

The bodyguard closed the door behind us and I made sure to sit across from Prince. I turned straight my attention out the tinted windows. 

"Jasmyn" he whispered.

"What."

"Can you atleast tell me why your mad?"

"If you don't know why i'm mad, then your not as smart as I thought you were."

"Why does my track record with women have anything do with us?"

I snapped. "Because it says a lot about you! None of those woman look anything like me. They may be partially black but i'm actually black. You know what.." I rerouted what I was saying. "What i'm saying is I'm not some super model, some exotic beauty that your used to. And plus they wouldn't be that angry with you if you didn't do something horrible to them. They." I pointed back to the club. "Are proof that you could fuck me up, and not give a fuck about it either."

"Ok I understand." he nodded in thought. "But what about your track record with men, that says a lot about you."

I furrowed my brows. "What do you mean that says a lot about me?"

"You only sleep with powerful men, you have such a high standard and I don't think you know where I came from"

"I have the high standard around here." I put my finger up. "No, you mean I don't sleep with everybody that's what I don't do...you on the other hand. Have sleep with the entire Minneapolis and Detroit metro area. I feel that i'm not even in your preference for mixed and white bitches."

He scoffed. "I love all women."

"Well you track record says otherwise, you sleep with everything that's super light-skinned with long dark hair."

"You're lightskinned!"

"I'm a red bone ." I put my hand up in correction. "There is a major difference between me and your track record."

"Yeah there is I actually want something with you."

"Yeah you said that this earlier, but as soon as you got in front of your friends it was just a gift huh."

"They don't need to know our business, we already have reporters following us around. I would like to keep a few things of our private"

I flexed my fingers in anger. "See your not getting it, your still not getting it."

He ran his fingers through his hair. "What is it, what am I not getting?"

"Nothing Prince." I turned to look back out the window for the rest of the drive. 

The car halted and we arrived at the back of the hotel. I didn't even look at him as I stepped out the limo ahead of him. The bodyguards surrounded us as we quickly made our way into the building. I could see Prince staring at the side of my face. It took everything in me to maintain a straight face. Soon, Prince and I broke away from the group and a single bodyguard followed behind us.

This was a really big hotel. It was the more luxurious part of Detroit. I haven't see it yet because we can't roam but I knew this hotel had two sets of elevators-one on each side of the building. I assume that the band and bodyguards took the other elevators while we got on these. 

We finally get on the elevator and the bodyguard pressed the button up to his floor and we waited. Standing next to him was an even bigger battle, I could still smell him. I loved the way he smelt. I huffed, leaning my head back on the wall. I closed my eyes trying to think happy thoughts, like home and my animals and my family.

I felt his fingers brush up against my thigh. I recrossed my legs, I could feel the wetness seeping out of me. I breathe out shakily at the feel of his fingers still stroking my thigh.

I glanced at him and he gave me a knowing smirk. Luckily, the elevator stopped on our floor. I stepped out the elevator ahead of him and made our way to the room. I didn't even wanna look at him.

I ran myself a bath, with lavender bubble bath ofcourse. I have a lifetime supply from what Michael gave me back when we were dating. He filled my place with the stuff. That's one thing i'll always love about him. He may have treated me bad in the end but the bastard did always take care of me. 

I closed my eye and sunk into the bubble, feeling a warm ring of water around my neck. I heard a small knock on the door.

"Hi..." There was a hint of desperation in his voice.

I picked up some bubbles in my hand, admiring the light lavender color of them before blowing it away. "Hi.."

"You must be taking a bath?"

"Mmhm." I pushed a curl behind my ear. 

"Can we talk?"

"I'd prefer not to."

I heard him try to come in but I had locked the door. "Wow you locked the door."

"I did."

There was a brief silence. I moved my legs in the water, watching the water and bubbles move. I imagine that is what 50s movie starlets did in the bathtub. So elegant. So classy. 

"So tell me about your day."

I chuckled, the fact that he was trying to talk to me was kind of cute actually. 

"It was great and then it sucked... and then it sucked even more...then it sucked even more... then it really started to suck... and here I am." I moved my ankle around, it was kind of sore. I used to sprain my ankles all the time. During rehearsal, onstage, working out. I just have bad ankles. It's a miracle that I can wear heels anymore. "My ankle's kind of swollen too which sucks."

"What can I do to make your night better?"

I squeezed my rag over my shoulder, letting the warm water and bubbles coat the area. It smelled heavenly in here. Vanilla candles and lavender bubble bath my favorite combination. "Nothing."  

"Would you let me give you a foot massage?"

I stayed silent, twisting my lips trying not to smile.

"Would you let me tickle you?"

I cut my eyes, wiggles my toes. "No."

"Would you let me bath with you?"

I rolled my eyes, his questions were getting annoying. 

"Would you let me rub the the stress away, from your neck down to the soles of your feet? Would you let me wash your hair? Would you let me dry you off afterward?" My lids started to drop at his words, I clenched my legs together to fight the feelings."

"Would you let me drink your ocean dry, your fingers clenched in my hair as you whisper my name into the night?"

"Prince" I whimpered, clenching my legs together as tightly as I could but I couldn't shake the burning in my loins.

"Would you let my hands grip and guide and your waist onto my tip, our eyes locked, half lidded in mutual lust?"

My bath was feeling a lot hotter than it did when I first got in. My mind was racing with dirty thoughts.

"Would you let me get you off?"

I stayed silent, although he did get to me. I didn't want him to think he did. Prince lives off of knowing that he's got you.

He chuckled low and deep before I heard his footsteps leave the door. Fucking ass. 

When I walked out the bathroom, I kept my eyes down until I made my way to my vanity, well really it was his vanity, but who's really asking at this point. I wiped the cold coconut oil over my face. I looked into the mirror and I could see Prince staring at me, he looked like he was ready to backup all those things he said at the door. Just thinking about it was making me feel on edge and somehow, excited. 

I shook my head trying to shake the thoughts. I wasn't giving in tonight. Maybe tomorrow but definitely not tonight. After the long and always hated but appreciate process of twisting my hair, I walked over to the bed, I sat down facing away from Prince although I could feel those piercing hazel eyes staring into my very being. As long as I didn't make eye contact I was fine.

I slid my legs under the cold cover, moving my feet furiously to feel warm. I finally got comfortable enough to close my eyes and get some sleep. I felt something hovering over me. I opened my eyes and was met with none other than Prince, being annoying yet cute as hell. 

I sighed. "Am I not allowed to sleep anymore."

A big smile spread across his face. "No."

"And why is that?"

"Your too cute, you don't need beauty sleep."

I scoffed. "Shutup."

He leaned forward and softly kissed my forehead. He continued down, kissing inbetween my eyebrows, the tip of my nose, my lips, all the way to my stomach. He sucked and licked on my inner thigh, surely leaving a hickey if not many. 

I could feel his breathe on me but pulled his head away, making me crease my brows in confusion. He kissed the inside of my right thigh, just above my knee. He used his tongue to lick the soft skin on the inside of my thigh, from her knee to the side of my lips. A chill went through my body and I could once again feel the fluid seeping out of me. 

He kissed the inside of my left thigh and once again traced a path upward with the tip of his tongue, slowing a bit as I got close to the center of my womanhood, then licking with increased pressure right below me, causing my hips to to rise off the bed again.

"Stop." I whimpered, I was so done with the teasing

He laughed softly to himself and, putting his hands on the insides of her thighs, gently spread my legs as far as they would comfortably go. He then slowly swept his tongue from bottom to top, causing another shuddered moan to leave body. My body trembled so much that for a brief moment I thought I'd climaxed.

From bottom to top, with his tongue flat and broad, steadily and firmly, He licked me over and over again, pulling his tongue away just shy of my clit. I gripped his hair tighter, in anger because of it. 

But that's the way Prince worked in the bedroom. He knew if he touched it with the tip of his tongue it would be all over. He'd send me over the edge in a mind-blowing orgasm, crashing like storm waves upon the shore. He wanted that to happen, but not yet. He told me once that bringing a woman to one orgasm is not unique; bringing her to several, slamming through her body in wave after wave, while she squirts like a fire hose, is the pleasure I wanted me to know. Naturally we fucked like animals after that but his take on sex is nice. It's not like other men. It's a thing of beauty. It's more than an act. It's an experience. Not matter if it's round 11 or your just having a quickie. Every look, every touch has to be memorable.

He continued licking upward, varying from the center by alternating licks along each side of my lips, to cover every inch with his tongue. By this time his face had to be drenched in my juices and he always enjoyed that, he said that he always excited to savor that special nectar that only an aroused woman can give. He referred to it as an award.

My mind was in that special place, that heaven where only the sensations of pleasure are felt. I was drenched with desire, sprawled flat on my back, my legs forced apart, breathing fast and moaning with lust. My chest heaving up and down.

On the next lick he passed over my clit. Then another. With the third lick he stopped on my clit and he wiggled the tip of his tongue on it for a few seconds. He pulled away for a brief count and then did it again. I grabbed his head with both hands and held it down. I couldn't get words out but i'm sure he got the point. 

And so he did. He started licking in a frenzy. Faster and faster and faster! I was holding his head in place, but my hips were bucking off of the bed, literally fucking his face with all the force I had. I could feel my impending climax building. My hips rose up, I arched my back and saw the galaxy.

I went over the edge, like a rowboat over Niagara Falls, and fell into the abyss of a mind-warping climax that only Prince could be the cause of. Over and over again I bucked and rode every wave, bolts of lighting that went from his tongue on my clit, up my spine, through my heart and out the tips of her toes - a full body orgasm.

It took several minutes for me to come back to Earth. We lay there together, his face between her thighs, in that blissful post-orgasmic world. He didn't lick her, knowing from experience just how sensitive a woman is at moments like this. He just enjoyed the sight, as he too caught his breath. Although he didn't cum, at moments like this I feel as if he did so vicariously. The way only our heavy breathing filled the room. He told me once that the special intimacy of touching a woman with his tongue allows him to feel and experience her climax in a way that intercourse never does.

When he sensed the moment was right, he began to softly lick again, leaving my clit alone for the moment and simply savoring his so called nectar of love. After a few minutes of this my arousal began again and I guided his face between my thighs.

I pulled his head up. "Please be prepared to finish what your starting up again."

"Oh, I'm prepared alright, I'll be down here until you push me away!"

"I believe you." 

Like he always tells his band, actions speak louder than words. He covered her pussy with his mouth and continued doing what he loved best. Pleasing a woman.

My second climax came sooner and was even more intense. I rode his face like there was no tomorrow. He avoided her clit for several minutes, aware of just how sensitive it is. When he turned his attention to it however, he barely teased it with a couple of flicks of his tongue and I went over the top and into the abyss of a second orgasm.

Being more intense, he didn't give me as long to recover. Once I loosen my grip in his hair thinking he was done. He covered my swollen lips with his and worked his tongue inside, swirling it in a steady circular motion. His upper lip was brushing my clit and in less than a minute I exploded into my third climax. That's a new record for him.

After a brief pause, he lifted my legs over his shoulders and nuzzled his chin into the very bottom of my pussy. From this angle he was able to extend his tongue farther inside me, lapping away past my inner vaginal lips. His nose was buried in there as well, and my clit was riding in the saddle over the bridge of his nose. By riding his face like this I was receiving a sensory overload of pleasure. His tongue was filling me and his nose was caressing my clit...in less than a minute I tripped over the top into another mind-blowing climax and drenched his already soaked face with more of my juices.

It went on like this for some time. He knew the female body so well, he could read me like a book. He knew exactly where to lick, how fast or slow, and the amount of pressure to apply before sending me over the edge. By this time I had long since given up any resistance or inhibitions. I was riding his face as if my life depended on it and going with the flow, as waves of pleasure slammed through my body.

Finally, completely drained, I weakly pushed my face away. "No more. I can't- I-I can't take anymore."

He came back up to my face for some kisses, making me taste my own sweetness. "Your gonna sleep good tonight."

I didn't have the energy for a snappy comeback so I just released a satisfied sigh. He pecked on the lips one last time before he strutted off into the bathroom, feeling accomplished as ever. 

Only Prince can do that, I swear. He's a special man indeed.