The Artist's Artist | PRN

04. the enigma that is you

Months had slipped by since I last laid eyes on Prince or heard the velvet cadence of his voice. Our lives had taken separate paths - he whisked away on tour, and I was entangled in the bustling demands of my own work. But fate had other plans in store for us, weaving a delicate thread that drew us back together.

One day, as I went about my usual routines, the phone rang, breaking the mundane silence of the room. The moment I answered, a familiar voice, low and intimate, poured into my ears like sweet music. "Hey there," Prince's words caressed my soul, as if no time had passed at all. "Long time no talk."

My heart quickened, a flutter of excitement dancing in my chest, yet I tried to maintain composure. "Hey Prince," I replied, attempting to steady my voice, "it's been a while."

"I've been thinking about you." He spoke of thoughts that had lingered in his mind, of memories shared and moments cherished. Then, he dropped an unexpected invitation, like a delicate petal falling from a flower. "I was wondering if you'd like to spend my birthday weekend with me at my home in Beverly Hills."

A moment of hesitation washed over me as I pondered the implications of such an offer. Could this be wise? What might lie ahead? But then, an inner voice urged me forward, reminding me that this was Prince, a chance to venture into a world of enchantment.

"I'd love to," I answered, unable to conceal the thrill in my voice.

Prince assured me that a car would be sent to bring me to his place, and I could hardly contain my excitement as we said our goodbyes. The weight of anticipation settled upon my shoulders, the prospect of a reunion with Prince promising an adventure beyond compare.

...

Uncertain of the occasion and what the weekend with Prince holds in store, I carefully selected a range of outfits, from elegant gowns to alluring lingerie. The thought of being unprepared for any situation drove me to pack diligently.

As the time to leave drew near, I stood before the mirror, meticulously crafting my appearance. Finally settling on a lavender halter top, daringly braless, I paired it with low rise capris and heels, my cascading curls completing the look. 

I gave myself one last glance-over in the mirror, anticipation coursing through me as I waited  for the car's arrival. My heart fluttered with excitement, wondering what lied ahead during this weekend rendezvous with Prince. Stepping into the car, I gazed out the window, absorbing the sights and sounds of Los Angeles as we made our way through the city streets to his mansion.

Upon arrival, I was struck with awe at the splendor of Prince's estate. The grandeur surrounded me, with marble floors, soaring ceilings, and exquisite artwork adorning the walls. Prince himself stood there to welcome me, and I couldn't help but feel an electric connection as our eyes met.

"Hey there," Prince smirked playfully as the driver opened the door for me. I took his outstretched hand, stepping out.  "You look absolutely stunning," he said, his gaze lingering on my body, taking in my attire.

Grateful for his words and feeling a surge of confidence at his compliment, I reply, "Thank you. I wanted to make sure I looked my best for the weekend."

He nodded and led me inside, and as we walked through the opulent house, I was in awe, once again. I'd been it three times now, but its marble-floored, high-ceilinged beauty still stunned me.

"I'm glad you're here.I have a lot planned for us this weekend, and I can't wait to show you everything," he smiled warmly.

...

After Prince graciously showed me around his magnificent mansion, he led me to a luxurious guest room, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I want you to get dressed for a nice dinner," he said, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I have a surprise planned for you tonight."