A/N: This chapter has been written by cerinaa_x2 and amoniquebee. I'm just making their brilliant ideas come to life, I hope everyone enjoys this chapter as much as I've enjoyed putting it together. I also changed the name of the chapter because I thought it fits better with it.

*Katherine's POV*

That Following Morning...

I woke up to an empty bed, as I sat up I looked around the room. Of course he's not here...he was hardly here during the night, God knows what he was up to. I get up and get dressed for the day, I haven't worked in awhile. Not that I'm complaining, or my assistant, Amy, for that matter. I walk down the stairs and speaking of...there she was sitting in the kitchen.

"Amy? What are you doing here?" I ask walking over to grab some tea.

"We have a client. She wants us to do a room for her." She admits.

I turn my attention to her, sipping my tea.

"Oh? What's the room?" I ask.

"She wants a meditation room. She has a two storey home on the other side of town, the meditation room will be downstairs. She faxed us the measurements of the room, it's a big space." She passed me the folder.

I looked through the folder, she ain't kidding. It's a huge space, but a big mediation room would be nice.

"Alright, when do we go check this place out and meet her?" I ask.

"Today. She wants to meet us today." Amy says. 

I raise my eyebrows, wow. She must really want this room done quick. I hear a clicking of heels in the distance, my cute petite fiancé pops up. I thought he left. 

"Good Morning ladies. Morning baby." He greets me with a kiss, tasting his cherry flavoured lollipop he had been sucking on.

"Good Morning. " Amy chimes.

"Hey you, I thought you were out." I say.

"I was only in the studio." He says.

He looks at the folder then up at us.

"Client?" He asks.

"Yes, finally!" I chuckle.

Amy giggles, closing the folder.

"Yes, we're about to go meet her. Arabia is her name." Amy says.

o(+> nods, he scratches his chin. Taking his lollipop out of his mouth to speak.

"Arabia, huh? That's quite a name, where have I heard that before?" He wonders.

I smile and roll my eyes playfully, grabbing my purse and car keys.

"We're gonna go. I'll see you later on, I love you." I kiss his lips softly.

He smiles and pecks my lips, wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me to him.

"Have fun. I know how much fun designing is for you, walked in on you doing a room for one of your clients a month ago and you were actually singing." He chuckles.

"I love my job that's all." I smile proudly.

"I know, that's good. Go, get that little creative mind working." He smiles.

Amy and I gather our things and leave. On the drive to Arabia's home, we notice that she lives in what Amy and I call the "Hollywood" part of town. Big huge celebrity like homes, we pull up to huge gates. I reach over out the window and push a button, the gates open. We pull up at the front and get out. We look around outside taking in our surroundings, it's a nice looking home. This girl must have some money...my thoughts and gawking gets interrupted by a young woman's voice.

"You must be the famous Katherine McFarlane." She says.

I turn my attention to her, I see a young woman standing there staring at me. She's very pretty.

"Yes I am. And you must be, Arabia?" I ask.

"Yes." She smiles, walking up to me.

We shake hands and Arabia turns her attention to Amy.

"Oh, this is my assistant, Amy. She'll be taking down my notes." I introduce the two.

After introductions are done, the three of us walk into the home. She has a beautiful home, it's 3 bedroom, has a modern white kitchen, spacious living room. A big deck upstairs and entertainment area downstairs, she shows us the empty room that will be the meditation room.

"So this is the room that I would like to be the meditation room. I've always wanted one in the house, I just was always busy and was thinking about doing it myself but I saw all the amazing work you do and thought about coming to you." Arabia says, turning to me.

I smile and look around the room, letting my mind go crazy with ideas on what I can do.

"I can definitely work with this." I smile.

"Great!" She smiles.

Amy and I go around the room talking on colours for the walls, design layouts while she writes everything down. Amy then goes to take the book to the car. Arabia looks up at me.

"Wow, everything just comes to you naturally doesn't it?" She smiles.

"Yeah, it's a passion of mine. I see an empty space and I can vision all the designs that could go into that room and it makes me happy." I smile at her.

"Have you ever thought about expanding your business?" She asks.

"Expanding?" I ask.

I cross my arms and furrow my brows.

"I mean like...you own your own shop right? You go out and design rooms for people, even celebrities. What about doing more? Have you ever thought about bringing out your own design magazine? You could have different issues every month with designs and people would be inspired by your work and style their own homes if they wanted or if they want to hire you they can show you what they want using your own designs from the magazine." She suggests.

I take in what she's saying, she makes a great point. I've never thought about doing something like that, that's actually a good idea. I nod and smile at her.

"That's actually a great idea. I don't know how I didn't come up with that before." I say.

"Too busy creating beautiful rooms, that's why." She chuckles.

We both walk out to the front where my car is and Amy waiting. Arabia looks at me.

"Thank you so much for accepting this." She says.

"It's my pleasure. And thank you for suggesting the magazine idea to me, here's my card if you want to talk about the room." I smile.

She just smiles at me. I get in my car and begin my journey home.

Later That Evening...

I was sitting in o(+>'s office, we were talking about each other's day. He was in the studio all day working on his next album already, always onto the next project this one.

"How much did you get done today?" I ask.

"Alot. I always get alot done when you're not around." He says.

My jaw drops.

"Are you saying I'm a distraction?" I gasp in an over dramatic way.

He chuckles at my reaction and leans forward in his chair, grabbing my hands.

"No No, baby you're not. In fact I missed you today." He looks up at me.

I giggle at his response, kissing his hands. His phone begins to ring, he let's go of my hands and answers the phone.

"Paisley Park." He answers.

I watch his face while he's on the phone, after living with him for a few years I've picked up a few things, if it's a person he doesn't want to talk to or a fan who somehow got his number he makes this face which always makes me want to laugh but I don't. But this time his face is neutral, he looks at me.

"Yes, Katherine is here. I'll put her on." He says.

I furrow my brows while slowly taking the phone from him.

"Who is it?" I ask.

"Arabia." He confirms, with a straight face.

I hold the phone up to my ear.

"Hello, Arabia?" I answer.

"Katherine, Hi! I was wondering, if you wanted to come out with me for a few drinks tonight? We really hit it off before, we could talk more about the magazine suggestion." She offers.

I think before answering, it's been awhile since I've actually gone out. I haven't seen Billie in months because she's overseas, why not?

"Sure. What time?" I ask.

"How about you get ready and I'll come get you in an hour?" She asks.

"Perfect." I smile.

She hangs up and I put the phone back. I see my fiancé staring back at me, tapping his finger on his chin.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing. What was that about?" He asks.

"She invited me out to drinks." I shrug.

He nods, I don't usually go out because it bothers him. It's not me out in public that bothers him...it's the people that approach me while I'm out that bothers him.

"I don't have to go if you don't want me to..." I say.

"No. You are always here unless you come with me for work or your own work, you need to enjoy yourself. Just stay safe please?" He pleads.

I smile at his concern, leaning over the desk and pecking his lips.

"I promise." I smile.

An Hour Later...

I walk downstairs all ready, o (+> looks up at me and smiles.

"You always look so beautiful." He kisses my cheek.

"You make me feel that way." I smile up at him.

We hear the doorbell ring, shortly after guards walk in the room with Arabia in tow. o(+>'s hand grips my own tightly, I hiss and look up at him. His angry expression staring at Arabia, do they know each other.

"What the hell?" He scowls.

"Hey Katherine. Ready to go?" She smirks.

He looks at her then me, letting go of my hand.

"This is Arabia? Oh hell no, you aren't going anywhere with her. You've been played. This isn't Arabia, this girl's proper name is Mayte Garcia." He spits.

I furrow my brows looking at him then at her. Mayte...where have I heard that name before?

"I should have known something funky was going on when I heard the name Arabia...it was the name I gave you to use in a song." He says death glaring her.

She just simply smiles at him, crossing her arms.

"Yes. Well you should have seen this coming, you still didn't come through with the settlement." She says.

"I told you to stay away from Katherine!" He yells.

I stand between the two and throw up my hands.

"Quiet!" I shout.

The both of them look at me shocked, I stare in a space in fury.

"Someone tell me what the HELL is going on right now!" I demand.

After a moments silence, o(+> speaks up.

"Mayte, she is an ex member of NPG. I told her I would give her a settlement of money upon leaving so she wouldn't be broke. But there were complications." He explains softly.

"He left out the part where we're actual Exes too. He hasn't given me my settlement." Mayte says.

I look at her.

"It's not like you need it...I've seen your home. Big ass Hollywood style home. So what is it really for?" I ask.

Mayte looks at me, trying to find words.

"I can't believe you lied to me, for money. You disgust me." I say with a straight face.

I see o(+> smirk in the corner of my eye, I look at him.

"And you! You hid this from me, is this the meeting you had last night? You lied also, you're no better than her." I say, tears forming in my eyes.

He steps forward trying to take my hands.

"Katherine..." He whispers.

"Don't. Is there something else I should know while we're all doing a show and tell right now?" I ask.

"Mayte isn't important, that's why I didn't tell you about her." He says.

Mayte scoffs to herself.

"You tell me everything, I tell you everything. You have told me about all of your past relationships, I've done the same. How could not tell me about this, especially if you knew if she was gonna manipulate me and use me to get to you?" I ask, tears rolling down my face.

"I didn't think it was something to bring up in a conversation!" He argues.

"To bring up! Maybe a warning would be nice! Or if you didn't want to give her the money sort it out with lawyers or something, don't use me for your games!" I yell.

He looks down at his feet, defeated.

"How are we supposed to get married if we can't be honest with each other?" I ask.

He instantly looks up at me, looking scared. Mayte butts in.

"Don't sweat it honey, he's gotten engaged to more women than you've probably had relationships." She smirks.

His chest heaves in anger, looking at her.

"Get the fuck out!" He yells.

Mayte gets escorted out by the guards. I go up to the bedroom, going to the closet and grabbing a suitcase. I begin packing some of the essentials I need. o(+> walks in, running over to me grabbing my hands.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"I can't be here." I whisper through tears, letting go of his hands.

"Katherine, please...don't. This is what she wanted." He pleads.

I turn to look at him, wiping my tears away.

"You could have easily avoided this, you could have been honest with me about this. You could have told me about the meeting, you could have told me about her in general. All of this could have been avoided, or better yet you could have just sorted this settlement business legally if you didn't want her to have it." I say.

He pulls me close to him.

"I know I didn't handle this well, and I'm sorry you got caught up in this. I love you, so much. I would never want you to get hurt, it won't happen again I promise." He says.

"That's the thing...you can't make that promise if you can't keep it." I pull away and finish packing.

I pick up the suitcase, going to the door. I look back at him who's sitting on a chair.

"When will you be back?" He asks, who's now in tears.

"I don't know..." I say.