"That's bullshit" I laughed and rolled my eyes at him. He placed his hand over his chest, mocking me obviously and scoffed in disgust. I rolled my eyes once again to dismiss him and placed my ace of spades to where I could start a new pile.

Prince, Jerome, and I were on Prince's private jet on the way to Nice for filming. It's Prince and Jerome on one side and i'm sitting in front of them on the other side of the table. I had solitare set up and I was minding my own business until I overheard Prince telling the story of how we met, wrongly might I add.

"What are you callin' me a liar?" Prince twisted his face at me.

"Well she ain't callin' you a truther." Jerome told him and dug his fingers into the arms of the seat. As funny and outgoing as Jerome was he wasn't fucking with planes. He was deathly terrified.

"I did not faint when I first saw you." My jaw dropped. "Boy our meeting happened faster than a knife fight in a phone booth."

"Huh?" He furrowed his brows in confusions. "You southern women confuse me."

"God took his time when he made a Southern woman yes he did." I nodded. "We're a special breed of women."

He laughing tapping Jerome on the arm. "They all come with a big juicy peach that's why."

"Oh. My God" I laughed and placed the card deck down.

"That backside is juicy." Jerome nodded in agreement.

"I'm done." I dropped the card deck and grabbed a magazine off the table in front of me and held it up, so that it was blocking my view of Prince. "Jerome don't be like him. He's a bad influence."

"Oh you just gon' turn my boy against me."

"Hell yeah." I nodded, waving the magazine at him threateningly.

"You wouldn't."

"Try me off you want too..."

"That's dog." Prince chuckled.

"Arf arf nigga arf arf." I unrolled my magazine and settled into my seat. Oh would you look at Janet. Pretty girl, she's wearing a little too much foundation in this picture. That is not her shade, she needs to go a shade or seven darker.

Everything got quiet between us and the only thing that was audible was Jerome's heavy breathing. I looked up from my magazine and me and Prince locked eyes. Both of our eyebrows furrowed and confused looks perched on our faces. Then Jerome's breathing turned to wheezing. He mouthed "I got it" and turned his attention to Jerome.

"Rome.......Rome.....Rome!!"

"WHAT PRINCE WHAT!!" Prince threw his hands up in defense.

"Aye aye...you aight?"

"Nothing we're just really high up in there air and that means it's a really long fall. An-an-and that fall is gon' hurt. Hurt like a bitch and I-I had a dream last night and.." He whispered, loudly might I say, to Prince. "She was in it. The plane crashed! ITS A SIGN-"

"'Rome I think you should just calm down an-"

"NO!! I think you tell that man that he needs to land this plane right now.. I'll drive to France."

"What's with you an my mom thinkin' y'all can drive over the ocean?" I laughed at my own joke. Prince turned and looked at me once again confused.

I shrugged. "I thought it was funny."

Prince rolled his eyes and turned back to Jerome. Prince started laughing but he stopped when he noticed Jerome wasn't kidding. "Jerome I didn't know you were afraid of planes." he squinted.

"I'm not scared of planes. It's the ocean. You can get eaten by a shark if not you'll drown first."

"What about boats?" I asked and took a sip of my wine.

"Aye black people fell for that trick one time and we went through over 200 years of bullshit because of it." I choked up on my wine through my laughter.

"Jerome just calm down" Prince placed his hand on his shoulder, in an attempt to assure him but he only made it worse.

While Prince is trying to calm Jerome, and failing. I dug through my purse and found my pills. They were for my allergies, I have really bad ones and when the season's change my sinuses drain like a sink. They're pretty strong, so I won't be congested and I can sing. But I don't take medicine unless it puts me to sleep. So these could maybe calm him down and on the upside he sinuses will be remarkably clear. The bottle said to take two so while Prince was trying to pry Jerome's hand from the arm of the seat. I leaned across the table a little and slipped two of them into his scotch. My heart started racing as I was watching them glass because I was waiting for them to dissolve. They were going too slow. So I leaned over again, carefully while they were yelling and stirred his pills in with his straw. There was a little bit still not dissolved but I had this feeling in my gut that Jerome was about to reach for his glass so I put threw myself back into my seat and put the magazine up as if nothing happened.

He grabbed his drink off the table and threw it back, taking a solid and audible gulp. He looked back at the glass with his face scrunched up.

"Damn." he hissed and placed his glass down and settled for a minute. He tapped his foot and started humming to himself. I had my hand covering up my mouth, horribly fighting off a smile. I couldn't murder anybody. I make everything too obvious. Prince glanced over at me and when I looked at him he sighed knowingly.

"What did you do?"

Dammit! "Don't worry about it." I waved him off. As if on que Jerome hopped up with a clap.

"I have to pee." and he walked past me and went to the back. Prince watched him until he walked past the curtain. Then he turned his attention to me and I looked at him and it all of a sudden got hot in the room. Prince staring at me only the way he can. He beckoned me with his finger and I looked around as if I didn't know who he was talking to.

"Come here and stop playin' with me." He patted his lap. I scrunched my face up at him.

"Do I look like a Golden retriever?" He nodded and sat tapping his foot for a minute as if he was contemplating something, watching me the entire time.

"Alright then." He got up and walked over to me. He placed both his hands on either side of the seat and leaned in, his face just centimeters away. I sat up in my seat just to bring us a little closer.

"I thought I said come here" He brushed his lips against mine. "I don't like the little attitude."

"Oh yeah." I said breathlessly as I unbuttoned his shirt.

"Yeah" He whispered and slid his hand up my thigh under my dress and popped my panties. I felt my way from his chest all the way down and grabbed his crotch, which caused his breathe to stifle. "What are you gonna do about it?"

He pulled back and looked at me only the way Prince can, the cockiest smile on his face. He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the ground on top of him. I let out a little yelp when I hit his chest on the ground. He looked at me for a few seconds, a little smile on his face and pushed my hair out my face.

"Damn.." he mumbled to himself. Before I knew it his lips crashed into mine and he wrapped one arm around my waist, the other he used to grab a handful of my ass.

Everything felt natural as he moved he warm soft lips against mine. He sucked on my bottom lip which tickled a little and I let out a muffled giggle. He pulled back and smiled.

"What?" I furrowed my brows.

"Nothin'' He pushed my hair back and caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers. He looked like he was searching for something in my eyes but he still had a smile on his face. He leaned in and kissed my temple and flipped us over, so that he was on top. Once again he slammed his lips into mine, but gently. They were slow, deep kisses. His tongue slowly explored my mouth. He pinned both my arms above my head, my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

My eyes were closed but I heard stirring by the curtain so I opened my eyes a little. I saw Jerome there trying to get himself untangled from the curtain. Prince on the other hand didn't notice. I watched Jerome struggle to untangle himself from the curtain and after he did he went and sat in the chair behind us, just watching us.

He kicked Prince in the butt. Prince's lips flinched a little. I was dying trying to hold in my laughter. Jerome kicked him again and Prince pulled back with a confused look on his face.

"Now wait baby I ain't into all that."

"That's not me it's him." I pointed behind him and he jumped a little when he turned and saw Jerome. He however never removed himself from inbetween my legs, nor let go of my hands.

"You good?" Prince asked Jerome.

"I feel so much more relaxed. Thanks to the bathroom. I feel so excited and I feel relaxed and I am ready to paaarrtayy alll the time." He started clapping with a drunken giggle. "Party all the time, party all the time." He sung. My jaw dropped and I busted into laughter.

"He's drunker then Cooter Brown."

"Who?" Prince shot a confused look at me.

"You've never heard of Cooter Brown? The drunk man who lived in Louisiana during the civil war?" He still looked confused.

"Ugh" I groaned and rolled my eyes. "Damn yankees"

"Yankee Doodle went to town, riding on a pony. Stuck a feather in his cup.....his cap.....his cup" Jerome sang and bursted into a fit of giggles and held up my glass. "This is a cup." He pointed to it and took a sip. Prince and I nodded in agreement. "Yankee Doodle keep it up, yankee doodle dan-dy. Mind the music and the step, and with the girls be han-dy. Yay!" He clapped, trying to keep his head steady.

"What did you do in the bathroom?" Before he could answer the pilot come over the intercom and let us know that we were about to land. So Prince helped me up and we locked up in our seat and waited for us to land. You could hear the people outside screaming from the plane.

I looked over at Prince and he had this big smile on his face as he looked outside. We stood up to walk out and Prince grabbed my hand and interlocked our fingers. Now this was a little bit of a violation of my contract with Michael but he's not here to see it. Jerome took his time trying to get down the stairs.He wasn't the steadiest right now. After Jerome got down the stairs, Prince guided me down the stairs waving to the fans. The press tried to talk to him but he avoided them, not rudely though. I asked him why but he just held up our interlocked hands and said "This is why?" and kissed me on the cheek. The crowd ooo and ahhed at us and everyone snapped pictures. But oddly this time. I didn't care.

We made our way to the limo and I took a seat in Prince's lap. Once we all got comfortable Prince's manager Steve decided over his to do list.

"You guys have a few free hours before we officially start filming. Then tomorrow morning we have a few scenes before the concert and after that we have the MTV Interview. After that we're strictly filming" Prince groaned at that one. He picked up our still interlocked fingers and placed a few kissed on it, then threw his head back in his seat.

"Did you say free time?" I asked.

"Yes I did you-"

"I wanna go shopping." I cooed at Prince. He scrunched his face up at me. "Please." I poked my bottom lip out.

"Fine" he sighed.

I leaned forward and rolled the partition down.

"Can you take me to the nearest Chanel store....No I don't care where just take us...Thank you babe." I sat back down and looked around everyone was quiet.

"What?"

"I see why he gives you what you want now." Steve told me. I looked to Prince and he directed his eyes behind me. He was signaling to my ass.

"Y'all are disgusting." I laughed and Prince wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his head into my neck. placing little kisses on it.