Amare "To Love"

Three.

Mia's POV

Only ten minutes after 1 AM, I snuggled underneath the covers and grabbed my Motorola RAZR from the nightstand.

It was now the wee hours of Thursday morning, and Vincent was nowhere to be found.

Opening my messages, I sent out my seventh text.

"Redundant just isn't the word for your actions, don't worry about coming back here. Stay where you are!"

Not too long after, a response came through as my phone alerted me.

"Calm your tits I'll be there soon."

Slamming the phone shut and tossing it back on the nightstand, I rolled over and slid an arm underneath my pillow.

"Soon." I scoffed. "What exactly does that mean?"

But I all too well knew what it meant.

Vincent had a habit of staying out late with his friends, partying, and doing God knows whatever else. We'd always go through the same routine. He leaves, I send numerous texts, and he shows up damn near before sunrise.

He didn't care about the fact of me having an issue with it either.

Closing my eyes, I began to try and rid my thoughts of him while thinking of something else.

First thing that came to mind? Prince.

Initially after finding out who my new client would be, I drowned myself in all things work, but nothing was going to change and things would remain the same. I would be his counselor no matter how unprepared I was.

Now certainly, spending the latter part of my youth and early adulthood in Minnesota, I was introduced to all things Prince and it was only right that I'd be a fan of the music. The man himself? A complete and utter mystery. Never being one to seek information regarding anyone's personal life, but of course it didn't stop me from being somewhat exposed to the media's perspective. Still if I were asked about my ideas of him, multidimensional would definitely come first.

"Cease the marathon of the mind Mia." I spoke calmly to myself. Easing the comforter over my head, I drifted off to sleep.

**

Cold hard hands slid between my inner thighs before making their way upwards. Completely startled, my eyes jolted open as Vincent pressed his mouth to my neck. The strong aroma of cologne and an even stronger scent of liquor filled my nostrils to capacity.

It was almost 4 AM and Vincent had just arrived.

"Move!" I groggily demanded. "Keep your hands off of me."

"C-c'mon M-Mia. Let me do it."

Quickly rolling over and turning the lamp on, I sat up and eyed him with disgust.

"You really think I'm going to sleep with you? You've been drinking and it's almost four in the morning. Don't touch me."

"M-miaaaaa." Vincent groaned deeply before bursting into laughter. "I only had a few, I'm perfectly capable of p-pleasuring you."

"I don't want you to."

"You never want to anymore. G-guess it's time for me to start finding it somewhere else."