It's been really toned down between us since "the incident". That's how I refer to it because I don't actually like to say what happened. I don't know if he's still thinking about "the incident" but I am and I know it's my fault, I know it is. Violence is never the answer. I shouldn't have hit him, I know that. I don't even know what happened. I was just so mad at him and then I snapped. He's hit me before so we're even right? That doesn't make it right but that doesn't necessarily make it wrong either. Right?

However on a good note Prince's hand has healed. He's been playing a ton lately, every instrument he can get his hands on so he can get his fingers back used to playing. He swears he's lost his touch but he hasn't. His perfectionist ass.

He never leaves the studio anymore and to be honest, I've practically knocked about three or four albums worth of songs in the process. I record very fast anyway, Prince is the same. That's another thing we have in common, constantly writing and constantly recording. It's almost therapeutic. We we're talking about it last night while we were cuddled up on the balcony.

We haven't even talked about that day. I tried to apologize again but he just kept brushing me off and saying everything was fine but deep down he and I both knew it wasn't. Even though we acted the same still. I think what's happening between us is still in the back of our minds. We're a little more distance from each other, especially since he referred to me as just a "friend."

I closed my lipstick tube and smacked my lips together. I couldn't do my eye makeup to save my life but I like to do my lips. It's a weird sensation I like it. I'm at Prince's house here in Minneapolis with Naomi and Gigi, everyone is getting ready to go to the show tonight, Prince is getting some special honor tonight. The first charter membership to the Minneapolis Music Academy, which was just established this year or something like that. He mentioned it after we had sex which was a bad idea because he has a tendency to knock my ass out.

Naomi backed into the room, struggling with an arm full of drinks in her hand. "All right he's got water, orange juice, white wine, red wine, and some green soda stuff I don't know." she shrugged, kicking the door closed behind her. She sat all the bottles on the bed and picked up the soda, examining the bottle. It looked like an old school coke bottle and it has this green liquid in it.

"Taste it." I challenged her.

She shrugged and tossed the drink back, smacking her lips to taste. "It's sour...it's like-...like a green apple." She looked the bottle once over again and threw it back again. "It's bubbly."

She giggled and flopped down on the big fluffy chair, and continued to crunch down on her chips.

Gigi came out the bathroom, fanning the air. "I would wait about 10-15 minutes before I go in there and-" She held up an issue of cosmopolitan, which I was on the cover of. "It turns out if I were a sex position. I'd be reverse cowgirl."

I scrunched my face up when the smell from the bathroom hit me so I pinched my nose, to keep the smell out but it somehow got worse.

"What the fuck? Are you rotting on the inside?" I shrieked, waving my hand trying to clear out the smell.

"Oh my god!" Naomi squealed and stuck her nose in her chip bag, trying to invade the smell.

"Close that damn door before you kill us." I yelled. I ran over and slammed the door shut. Gigi threw her hands up in surrender and went to return to her seat. She stopped in her tracks when she noticed Naomi had taken control of it.

"Get up."

"Why?" Naomi furrowed her brows, knowingly.

"You're in my seat."

"How is this your seat?"

Gigi huffed and shifted her weight angrily. "I was sitting there."

"But then you left."

"Yeah to go to the bathroom not China."

"So" Naomi shrugged. "Sit on the bed."

"I don't wanna sit on the bed I wanna sit in my chair."

"Well I don't see your name on it."

"I know where my foot is gonna be if you don't get up."

"It doesn't matter!!" I shouted, interrupting their bickering. "Can y'all chill the fuck out before I lose the last shred of sanity I have left."

"Fine boss. I just have to do one thing, really quickly, it's not a big deal- GET UP!!" she grabbed a hold on Naomi's ankle and tried to yank her out the seat. Naomi started kicking and swatting at her, holding on to the end of her dress with one hand so it wouldn't rip.

"Your gonna ruin my outfit. You-you rotten person!!" I watched them go at it in the mirror for a while, before I decided to intervene. I grabbed Gigi by her waist and yanked her trying to pull her off. Suddenly we heard two knocks on the door and we all froze in place. Prince peaked his head in, big smile on his face.

"Hello ladie-." His eyes widened at the sight and a smirk creeped across his face. "You could've atleast have invited me first."

"Hi Prince!" Naomi waved and yanked her ankle out of Gigi's grip, making me and Gigi fall on top of each other.

She smoothed her hair and her dress out frantically and held her hand out gracefully to Prince.

"Hey!" he shook her hand and looked her over. "You look stunning."

"Thank you!" she snickered, and flipped her hair. "I know, though."

"You see this ladies" He held her hand up and she turned giving us a full view of her outfit. "This is a person who is ready to go. Naomi you- you are an angel." He planted a little kiss on her cheek.

"Awe well you're my lucky penny." She walked past him and out the room, big smile on her face. He squinted and opened his mouth to speak, but he decided i wasn't worth it.

"Hey babe! Oh, look at you, all sexy." I stalked a slow circle around him, taking in the sexiness that is Prince. "Are you gonna do magic?"

"Aren't you cute" He whipped around and pulled me into his arms. He planted a kiss on the top of my temple. "Almost tall enough to be taken seriously."

I raised my brow at him. "You...you of all people are making sort jokes?"

His face dropped. "Shutup"

I contorted my face at him."You shu-" I was cut off by Prince slamming his lips into mine.

"Oh the dysfunction." Gigi interjected.

"You look stunning." He stepped back, admiring me. "Make-up's on, hair's done......finally."

I swatted him in the chest. "Asshole." I laughed. "I just have to get dressed."

"Why aren't you dressed?"

I squinted, confused. "Well I wasn't dressed when you came in for one and plus we have an hour before we have to leave." I walked to the closet to find what I was gonna wear. I couldn't decide right away so I brought every dressy outfit I had and I would just decide here.

He raised his eyebrow and walked next to me. "Do you know how long it takes you to get ready?"

"Is that a woman thing?"

"No it's a you thing."

I cupped his chin and kissed him to shut up. "Relax sweetie, we'll be ready. It only takes me two minutes to get dressed."

"Okay." he sighed.

"As soon as a I find something to wear."

His eyes went wide and he opened his mouth to speak but I put my finger up, cutting him off. He groaned and turned his attention elsewhere.

"Gigi i'd feel a whole lot better if you got dressed now."

She cut her eyes up at him and then back to her magazine. "Okay"

I pulled out a white crop top and my favorite floor length black skirt. " Ok, do these match?"

"Yes they definitely match."

Gigi put her hand in his face, silencing him. "Wait does it have a slit in it?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you have those cute giuseppe boots. The ones I really like?"

"No" I groaned and tossed them onto the bed and returned into my closet. He was wearing black so I really could go for any color. My makeup was pretty neutral which gave me more free reign.

Through Prince's excessive tapping we heard a piercing scream downstairs followed by swift hard clicks of her heels. The door bursted open to reveal a frantic Naomi, fanning her hands, hyperventilating, and pointing to the massive stain on her dress.

"I got the hummus!!"

"How did you get hummus on your dress?"

Prince's eye widened. "How did you get that much hummus on her dress?"

"I kind of held it upside down."

"Why the hell would you do that?" Prince asked her, she jumped a little.

"I didn't think it would fall out....it's a solid....but it moves like a liquid Prince. It moves like a liquid."

"Ooooh! Honey, well we'll find you something." I grabbed her arm and led her to the closet. "Do you wanna wear my black jacket?"

"That won't go with this dress though."

I looked her once over. "No, you're right. Well, we'll find something. Let's just get you out of that. Come on."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, not out of that, not out of clothes." Prince followed behind us. I waved him off and started pushing clothes out of the way fr

"Oh your maroon dress would be perfect for her?" Gigi suggested, I pursed my lips contemplating it.

"Yes that's perfect for her! But not for tonight."

"Well, of course not for tonight."

"Not for tonight?!" Prince squeaked, flopping onto the bed with his hands over his face.

I gasped in realization. "You can wear my short gray chiffon one, unless I wear it. Wait what am I wearing?!" I bit my lip, running my fingers through my curls.

"You still don't know what your wearing?

"Well baby I'm just trying to look nice for your big night."

"All right you help Naomi and I'll just pick something out for you." He hopped up and scanned through the closet. "Look this is pretty wear this."

"Boy that its lingerie." I snatched it from him and tossed it onto the bed.

"I thought it looked pretty."

"I wore for your birthday last year."

"I didn't recognize it without the whipped cream."

Naomi gasped and covered her ears.

Gigi widened her eyes. "Sookie sookie now."

"Big mouth." I laughed, pinching Prince in the side. I handed Naomi a black two piece dress, then went in the closet and pulled out a simple black bandage dress for myself. I grabbed two pairs of shoes and stepped into the closet to change. I refused to go into that bathroom and plus the closet was walk-in.

I whipped on the dress as fast as I could and ran out clutching both pairs of shoes.

"Okay quick, what shoes should I wear? The black or the purple?"

"Just pick one!" Prince whimpered.

"Okay, okay, okay, the black. But, oh, do you have those YSL pumps with the rose gold straps?"

"Yeah but, but those really go better with that silk halter dress that criss crosses in the back ya' know." I paused to think for a few seconds. "Maybe I should wear that."

Prince stomped over and knocked both pairs of shoes out my hands. I looked at him in shock. "Look, I don't know what you're trying to do to me, but just get yo' ass down there and pick out any shoes that fit your feet and I don't give a damn if they match and I don't care if they go better with this or with that or what the hell ever."

"Who the fuck you yelli-"

He put his hand up silencing me. "I don't have time for it Jasmyn just put some shoes on your feet so we can go." I raised my eyebrow, a little caught off guard.

Gigi raised her hand a little. "Is it wrong that I was totally aroused by that?"

"All right." I sucked my teeth and walked back into the closet. I stripped off my dress and grabbed some random shorts and a sweatshirt. I walked out, grabbing the remote on the way to the bed. I flopped down on the bed and pulled a pillow to my chest.

"Let's go mimi." Gigi grabbed Naomi's arm and pulled her out the room, closing the door behind them.

Prince sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Honey w-what are you doing?"

"I'm not gonna go." I told him, not looking away from the tv.

"Your not gonna go? Baby how are you not gonna go?"

"I'm not gonna go, so I think that will accomplish the not going."

He chuckled nervously, rubbing his hands together. He bent down by my bedside, placing his hand on my thigh. I scowled at him and he removed it. "Ok." he anxiously rubbed the back of his neck again. "Um, you know, just out of curiosity..." He motioned for me to give my explanation.

"Well being cussed out and having shoes knocked out of my hands doesn't really put me in the mood to go out."

"Right. Right, okay, okay." He placed his hand back on my thigh "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I yelled."

"It's fine."

"No, but, your-your mad."

"I'm not mad."

"No." he cooed, caressing my thigh with his thumb.

"I'm just not going."

"Your not going."

"Right."

"Okay" he looked to the ceiling, exhaling swiftly through his nose, then back to me. "You know that I have to go."

I nodded, trying to concentrate on the TV. Bowie was being interviewed. Listening to him is as informative as reading a book. I have yet to collaborate with him. I need to arrange something with him one of these day. We perform well together, why not do a song. Maybe something space age like. Kind of like a glam rock meets soul and r&b sort of thing.

"Are you listening to me?"

"No." I told him, flat out.

He groaned. "I said is this gonna be a 'leaving you while your upset' thing."

"No." I lied.

"Because that's the last thing I would do."

"Yup."

"So we're okay?"

"If that's what you wanna say Prince."

"No my name is baby." He frowned.

I rolled my eye. "If that's what you call yourself."

"Okay. Honey?.." I cut my eyes towards him. "Babydoll" He kissed my temple and went to kiss me but I turned away. He stepped back and looked at me, I cut my eyes over to him.

I rolled my eyes once again. "What Prince."

"Look babe I'm sorry. Okay. Look, I-I wa." He took a deep breathe, pulling himself together. "I was being a jackass I'm sorry I yelled. I want you there, I need you there. What can I do to show you how much I want you to be there."

A little smile twinged at my lips. "Come here boy."

He giggled, dramatically might I add and ran over and jumped on the bed with me. Drowning me in kisses, all over my face and neck.

"Alright alright!!" I giggled. "I have to get dressed."

He flipped us over so that I was on top. He pushed my hair out the way, admiring my face.

"What?"

"Nothing." He smiled. "I just wanted to look at you."

"Well I can get you a picture. I gotta get dressed." He kissed me one last time before releasing me out his grip. I walked into the closet, pulling out a silk black evening gown. It clung to me in all the right places, plus it had a slit. I got carried away posing in the mirror.

"Jasmyn!!!" Prince called, snapping me out my modeling moment. I walked out and struck a little pose. Prince whistled and signaled for me to give him a 360 view.

"Wow!" I turned, giving him a little dance in the process. "You, uh, you look, wow!" he repeated.

"And we still have 10 minutes before we have to leave."

He wrapped his arms around my waist, rocking my back on forth. He planted a kiss on my neck. "I can do a lot in 10 minutes."

"I know but we have to go." I kissed him on the nose, lightly dragging my finger over his bottom lip. I poked his bottom lip out. I laughed and led him to the door.

"But we have a long car ride and for the sake of time.....i'm going commando."

"Awwww" he moaned and dropped his head near my waist as I led him out the door.

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"Prince, Jasmyn,  Sherman Whitfield, National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences".

I smiled and offered my hand. "Pleasure to meet you."

"I highly enjoyed your last album, golden pipes. You never fail to deliver."

"Thank you." I nodded.

"I have big expectations for next album."

"So do I." I laughed. He smiled and walked away.

I'm sitting here at this banquet, horny out of my mind. Prince has been brushing up against me all night. I'm sipping a glass of champagne trying to calm myself, the only thing that's killing my girl boner is this weird balding white man. He sounded like a minnesotan and a canadian had a baby, the worst part was he spoke so slowly.

"And then my wife and I went on a cruise to the Galapagos........ There was a sea food buffet you wouldn't believe..... There were clams.....and mussels........and oysters, and.....cracked crab....and snow crab.....and king crab........It's a pity I'm allergic to shellfish."

I leaned my head on Prince's shoulder, on the verge of falling asleep. I don't even know why this man was at our table.

"That's fascinating." Prince responded, sarcasm laced in his tone. I don't think he caught it though.

"And that's not all I'm allergic to."

"Of course it's not." Prince mumbled, readjusting his arm around my shoulder.

"I'm also allergic to peanuts, and cashews, and almonds, and filberts, and brazil nuts, and walnuts, and-"

"So basically all nuts?" I asked. I probably shouldn't have but I didn't this last to continue any further.

"Interestingly... no."

"Interesting? Was that really the word you chose?" I squinted at him.

"If you'll excuse me I'm going to the restroom. I'll be right back."

"Or don't" Prince suggested. He patted Prince on the shoulder as he walked off earning a scowl from Prince.

"Oh my God!!" he groaned, and leaned his head on top of mine.

"I've lost the will to live."

Prince then took a deep inhale. "Wanna go fool around?"

"I'm down."

"Come on, while he's still in the bathroom!" He urged me.

"Fine fine...but when we exit should we walk, or run, or prance, or stroll, or saunter, or prowl, or-"

"Stop it, stop it! He talks slow but he might pee fast!!"

"Right!" He interlocked fingers and sped walked out the party.