Cherry Pie

What Have You Done For Me Laely?

Prince's POV

I turned my head over to see if Janet was still asleep. As peacefully as she sleeps on top of my chest, I rub her hair and then kiss her soft and gently on top of her forehead. She looks beautiful resting on me.

This was a better evening than to go spend the evening with Susannah. I don't know why I decided to ask Susannah to marry me. Somewhere in my heart I still love her. But do I? If I did, would I be here in this situation? Of course not. However, I am.

I sigh as I suddenly awaken Janet from her sleep.

"Mm. What time is it?" She rubs her eyes.

"Only a bit after 2 a.m."

"Oh," she sits up from the bed. "You couldn't sleep?"

"I just woke up not too long before you did. Just been thinking."

"I know it's awkward, but I -"

"No. It's my fault. I couldn't help myself. I only did this because I didn't want to spend the time with Susannah."

"But she's-"

"I know," I interrupted again. "I have to be honest," I sit up from the bed and turned to my side leaning on my right arm.

"Susannah and I haven't been seeing eye to eye during our time in Paris. We've been having a lot of arguments. She complained about not being on the set of the film as much, barely having time to spend with her, accusing me of sleeping around when I'm not home. And before you say something, no I was not cheating. The reason I was not at our home in Paris was that I was working on music in a nearby studio. Then I was looking at footage from the film and choosing which to use and not use," I sigh.

"Prince, there is something I've been wanting to admit."

I look up at her.

"From that time we hung out together, and the night we kissed, and then that time we first slept together. I've had grown feelings for you. When you told me that you proposed to Susannah, it hurt me."

That guilt in my heart skips a beat. I was afraid that would happen.

"Yeah?" She shook her head yes. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Well, how was I supposed to tell you?"

"I don't know. You could've given a brotha' a warnin'"

"Warning?" She scoffingly repeated. She shook her head and turned away from me as she folded her arms covering up her naked body with sheets.

I got close to her, "Look, I didn't mean to make you feel that way and I didn't think you were starting to feel something with me along the way."

"Then why did you kiss me? Why did we end up having sex together?" She argues.

The moment she asked this question, I didn't have a straight answer because I wasn't sure yet.

"I...I don't know," I look down.

"If you don't know, then why aren't you spending the night with Susannah right now?"

"Because I'm not," I sit up and have my back facing her.

I feel her sit up and get closer to me, "why did you even ask Susannah to marry you?"

More pain of the guilt I felt in my heart and gut as I couldn't figure my answer. So I stayed silent.

"Do you love her?" She asks me.

"I'm not sure."

"Do you love me?" She softly asks me.