𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄.. - 𝐩𝐫𝐧 & 𝐦𝐣

chapter two

"Uno out!" Michael shouted, earning a pout from Sheila and a snicker from Wendy.

They were sitting in a circle on the bed, and were playing UNO for a while. Michael won all the games with Sheila having the most cards at the end every time, Wendy not too bothered by the outcome each time.

They were staying at the Ritz Carlton and it took them about 20 minutes to get there because traffic was so heavy. The Ritz Carlton itself was something else, it was beautiful, the style of the exterior plain and simple, whereas the interior was the polar opposite. The inside of the building was furnished lavishly and luxuriously, glass and gold common things on appliances and furnishings. Down to the bed covers they were sprawled out on that were made of Egyptian cotton, the Ritz Carlton proved that it wanted the persons staying there to feel better than average.

"What's your poison?" Sheila asked as she stood by the mini bar.

"Oh I don't drink really." Michael shrugged, sitting up on the bed as Wendy packed up the game.

"Y-" Sheila began before the door opened.

"Prince wants to see you." A tall, buff Asian man said to Michael as he opened the door to one of the Presidential Suites.

Michael's face began to burn with both excitement and anticipation as he bit his inner cheek to keep the corners of his lips from turning up, not wanting there to be tension between the trio.

"Fuckin' hell." Shelia groaned walking toward the bed with a bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Tell Prince to go to hell."

"Will do." The Asian man chuckled as Michael walked toward him, playing with his fingers in a coy manner as he stepped out into the hallway, following the silent, broad-shouldered man down the hallway. He had a small nose, rounded at the tip and thin lips pink in hue. His eyes were small and monolid and were emotionless in a way. It was strange to see a person that didn't convey one shred of emotion.

"This is the Ritz Carlton Suite, and this is where Mr. Nelson is staying, he also says that you'll be staying the night. Correct?"

Michael nodded, not wanting to be awkward as one of the white double doors were opened, for him to step inside. Michael jumped hearing the door slam behind him, nearly bumping into the dining room table before taking a deep breath, centering himself as he held onto the back of the chair, repositioning it.

"In here." He heard to his right.

The voice that made his knees buck, and the tone that made his feet move by themselves toward the room that had a square archway instead of a door. It lead to the living room, the theme dark with a few wooden furnishings. Prince was sitting on the gray couch, dressed in a pair of black boxer shorts.

"Come over here." He said crossing his legs on the sofa, bringing them toward his body.

Michael slowly walked over, sitting on the opposite side of the couch, his heart racing in his chest. Prince patted the spot on the couch directly in front of his legs, silently telling him to come over.

"Come on. I'm not gonna bite-- Yet."

Michael chuckled a little before moving over. Prince's hand wandered up to Michael's curls winding them up on his finger as he pursed his lips, trying to figure out the best way to word what he wanted to say.

"I want to make an arrangement with you." Prince said breaking the silence.

"What kind of arrangement?"

"Read." Prince said, nodding toward the coffee table where a paper and pen were laid, Prince making himself more comfortable on the couch, eyeing Michael from the side as he reached forward for the sheets of paper.