Genevieve's POV
Prince went home to prepare for everyone coming over. I told him I wanted to work on something so I'd be getting dressed at his house. In the meantime, I start trying to figure out what I want to wear. Andre said it's a dance club so I need to be dressed to move. I try on dresses and spandex and none of them feel right. Then I remember something I was working on. I walk into my work room and grab the black bustier off the table. I wanted to cover it in sequins but I got tired and stopped after lining the top. The large gold sequins looked really good against the black satin of the bustier. Okay now pants. I look through my closet and find my favorite black pegged pants. I pair it with a black belt with a gold buckle, black heels, and gold earrings. Hangers in hand, I prepare to leave but spot a red vinyl jacket in my closet. It's a cropped jacket with a tall collar. It could look really cute with my outfit and add a great contrasting color. Beside it is my favorite yellow jacket also cropped but made to look and fit more like a blazer. I hold both up to me looking into the mirror. I love them both and I think they both could look great. Just take both and pick later. Another two hangers join the rest and I make my way to Paisley Park.
Inside, I head straight to my room to put away my clothes. When I walk in things are different and I can't help but smile. Catty, he wants you to move in. The whole room smells like him. On the vanity is a box of all brand new makeup in the colors and brands I typically use. I walk further into the room, hanging my clothes in the large closet. I mainly use it for dance clothes for when I'm here but there are also a few outfits in case I decide to spend the night or he randomly wants to take me out after I'm done rehearsing. Every outfit in this closet is brand new. From the jazz shoes, to the cocktail dresses, to the heels. I notice a small chest in the corner and decide to open it and I smile seeing the assortment of jewelry. Simple studs and hoops with matching necklaces like I always wear. I can't believe this. He's building me a wardrobe in his house. A figure enters the closet and I jump letting out a scream. Prince laughs heartily at my fear and I punch him in the calf.
"Ow, why'd you hit me?"
"You don' scared me half to death!"
"I just wanted to see how you liked your room." He smiles sitting on the step stool in front of me while I sit on the floor still holding the chest.
"Why did you do this?"
"I want you to have your own space here. You never have to leave if you don't want to." His voice is soft as he says the last sentence. He really does want you to move in.
"I-I don't know what to say other than thank you."
"I want you to have the world including a piece of mine even if it's just a spare bedroom and a studio space." I put the box down and crawl over to him wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
"I don't deserve this." I whisper on the verge of tears. He's so generous. I know he's said a thousand times that he wants to take care of me and buy me things and show me the finer things in life, but it's the little things that matter. A bedroom with a walk in closet isn't a small thing in any means but knowing I can always be here, I can always be near him, feels so special. So intimate. Knowing that I could have nothing but there's a place for me here, a home for me here, it's so touching. Especially since it's my own space. He doesn't want me to share what's his he wants to give me things that are mine alone. He gave me a sanctuary away from everything including him. I haven't had my own space since I was a child. I shared a room with the twins when they were born and then I shared a room with Jack Jack until I moved out. He pulls away from me just enough so I can look at him.
"Of course you do. You're here all the time and you deserve your own space."
"But teal and burgundy towels in the bathroom? A brand new CD player and all my favorite CDs? My makeup, hair products, and my favorite body wash?"
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Motivation of Memories: The Second Book of the Labors of Love Series
FanficAfter the death of her grandmother Genevieve Elise Anne Bonsu is finally moving out of her parents home. Growing weary of working in the family restaurant and being haunted by the memory of grandmother she finds herself in Minnesota, of all places...
