"New York! Any sexy motherfucka's in the house?!" Hatless, Prince was on the second song, my jam Sexy M.F.
Bumping hips with Airrish, I was genuinely enjoying myself anxiety-free. The band and their magnetizing leader really turned the house into one big party. Even when Prince and Raven did their little closeknit choreography, a full bottle of Windex couldn't wipe the gaping smile off my face.
They definitely weren't Prince and Cat—the Sign O' The Times movie was one I'd seen more than twice—but they also weren't Prince with Diamond and Pearl either. If I had to put their dance chemistry into words, I'd say him and Cat were like two raunchy on-and-off again lovers.
Diamond and Pearl were the cute homegirls with benefits.
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TLWM: The Hate Experience
FanfictionThe Love We Make 2: It's 1992 and the world is bewildered by recent headlines. "His Royal Badness Prince is now MARRIED with a SON, and the boy is already 3 YEARS OLD! Was he really hiding the kid this whole time? Or is this sudden marriage hid...