Desire

Rehearse. Relax. Regret.

Prince's POV

We land and immediately head to the hotel. We have a rehearsal in an hour and everyone needs to freshen up. After quick showers we bundle up, head to the venue and get to work.

I stand near an amp tuning my guitar watching Desirée stretch. The way her body bends is fascinating. I smile remembering she's officially mine. She looks over at me and smiles. I wink at her and watch as her cheeks turn bright pink. Andre walks up and nudges me.

"So what's the word, man?"

"She said yes."

"Congrats. You tell her where you're taking her yet?" I shrug and look over at her again.

"Part of it. The rest is still a surprise."

"Does she know about that other thing?" He whispers and I shake my head.

"I thought she'd feel safer if it was a secret.

"What're you gonna do?"

"Everywhere we go will be public and I have a guard scheduled for each leg of our journey, just in case."

"That dudes crazy. I'm glad you got back up. I can't fight no drug lord."

"Andre you can't fight at all!" We chuckle and he pats my back heading back to his station.

We run the show forward, backward, and sideways. Everything looks great and sounds even better. She's really gotten accustomed to performing with us. We're in sync and our chemistry is undeniable. I just hope I can control myself during these shows.

"Can we run kiss one more time? I wanna try something out real quick." We all step into our positions and get ready to play. "Just jump to the bridge into the ending. That's all I need."

"Okay, 'women not girls' on the one." I count off and watch as she springs into action. Her hips rock as I sing. I watch as she gets further and further away. I start singing the last chorus and watch as she twirls and dances her way across the stage. She blows a kiss to the 'audience' and disappears behind the curtain. I smirk watching her return to my side with her ponytail in shambles.

"How was that?"

"Instead of going all the way across stop close to center stage." She nods adjusting her ponytail as she goes to retrieve her water bottle. We run it a few more times until she's comfortable. "Good work today. Go eat and enjoy the city. We got a sound check at 2 o'clock tomorrow."

I walk over to Desirée, who is drinking water and stuffing items into a duffle bag, and wrap my arms around her waist. She jumps in surprise but soon after melts under my touch. I put my head on her shoulder as she relaxes in my arms.

"Prince, I could've choked." I smirk and get close to her ear and whisper.

"We both know you don't have that problem." She smiles.

"And don't you forget it, papi." She whispers back. I smile at her accent and we begin to sway.

"Wanna grab dinner before tonight?"

"Sure, where you wanna go?"

"It's up to you."

"Can we get New York style pizza? Like the ones you see on tv?"

"Of course. I'll get it ordered to the room."

"Thank you, baby. Now, let's go. Everybody's waiting on us."

"Let them wait." I gently squeeze her in my arms and kiss her neck. She squeals, turning bright red in embarrassment. It's funny in all the things she done and the revealing clothes she wears, public displays of affection aren't really her thing.

"If y'all would hurry up, y'all could do that in the privacy of your hotel room!" Andre shouts from across the stage. I let her go and we head back to the hotel. Once inside she heads straight to the shower while I order the pizza.

"Yea, one large. Half veggie no olives, half pepperoni. How much?Mhm. Mhm. Someone will meet you in the lobby. Thanks." I put down the phone and flip through the channels. It took me five minutes to order the pizza and her showers are always at least 30 minutes long. I decide to search for a movie while I wait.

After about ten minutes of flipping I get bored. Nothing but cheesy white people Christmas movies and news. My flipping is interrupted by the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, man. Haven't heard from you since you kicked me out."

"After what you said we have nothing to talk about." I move to hang up the phone.

"I think we do if you care about you're little whore of a girlfriend."

"Don't talk about her like that! What do you want, Jerome?"

"I got pictures of you're girl doing all types of things. It would be a shame for them to leak after her debut."

"What. Do. You. Want." I say through gritted teeth.

"Wire me a quarter of a million and we'll talk." The phone clicks.