𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄.. - 𝐩𝐫𝐧 & 𝐦𝐣

chapter six

"So this is quite the dinner huh?" Michael chuckled, violently stabbing the salad as he glanced up at Prince from the other side of the table in the hotel room, his head cocking as he looked at the green and red combo in the plastic bowl.

"Yeah, you don't like it?"

"You said we were having dinner Prince? Is this dinner?" Michael queried, his eye twitching a little as he cocked his head to the left, glancing up at Prince, before returning his stare to his bowl.

Prince was a bit unnerved by his behavior, especially considering Michael was very soft-spoken normally. His demeanor was totally different, and although Prince had fallen short on a few promises, he didn't think one more would push Michael that close to the edge.

"I mean.. What did you think?" Prince answered in a nonchalant tone that he didn't particularly mean, but it only took those last 4 words to unhinge Michael's screws.

"Maybe that for a week of fucking I could get something nice. Maybe a 5-course meal and a night at an art museum. Not a fucking Wendy's salad along with the fact that you're barely here. At this point, I'm about to get my shit and go back to Philly because I'm alone either way."

"No you're not." Prince shrugged, glancing up at him from the black bowl.

"Watch me." Michael said as he pushed himself back from the table, a swarm of emotions coming over him all at once, his judgment clouded by detrimentally strong feelings as he took strides toward the bedroom, fed up with Prince's blasé attitude.

"Where the hell are you gonna go?"

"Somewhere far from here, maybe back to where I live? Or back to where I was gonna move to, but somewhere far from your ass." Michael shouted, the star-struck outlook on Prince wearing off once he became aware as to how he operated in real time. He was a hump and dump kind of guy, and the intensity of their intimacy played on Michael's mental state when Prince would brush him off.

"But you knew what this was.."

"And I don't want it anymore." Michael said glancing up over his shoulder at Prince who was standing there in pure disbelief.

"Don't go.."

"I can't deal with this." Michael said, shaking his head sideways as he got his suitcase, packing up a few things.

"Just stay one more night, and I promise I can make it right."

"I'm not gonna sleep with you Prince. Not tonight." Michael said, taking a step back as Prince made a step toward him.

"We can spend some time together, get to know each other better."

"Fuck you."

"And where are gonna find somebody that makes your body tense like that?"

"Oh I don't know, the red light district? My ex boyfriend's house? Alex looks like he can put out a good fuck."

"Michael!"

He froze, just like he did earlier. It was similar to when his father would shout his name. It was all too similar. It was too much for him to handle, especially when Prince would do it frequently without a care in the world as to how him raising his voice would make Michael feel at all.

"Michael, let's have a conversation, just put the bags down so we can talk."

He continued shoving things in the suitcase as Prince said things that were inaudible, barely gracing Michael's headspace until he zipped the suitcase up, and had to come face to face with the fair skinned man with the full, piercing eyes that he often got lost in.