Off Record

/Six/

A/N: Just a reminder that this a work of fiction. It's not biographical or written to be true in anyway. Also, I love comments. They let me know you guys are still interested. If you don't like to comment, press that star 🤧
Please excuse any errors.

_________

July 27, 1990

I've always felt that tomorrow is for those who are too much afraid to go past yesterday and start living for today
I feel that lasting moments are coming far and few between, so I should tell you of the happiness that you bring

Stevie's voice welcomes me awake and out of the deep sleep I needed. The room is still dim, the only light coming from the open door of the bedroom. I turn my head to check the time, rubbing my eyes. 1:27 PM. Shit.

I jump up, ignoring the soreness between my legs because it's so late. "Prince?" I call out but there is no response. As I climb out the bed I see a letter on the pillow where he laid earlier this morning.

Good morning beautiful. U sleep so peaceful, eye did not want 2 wake U. Eye think U needed the rest 2 ;) We will talk more at lunch. 2pm? 2:30? Whatever U want.
Prince <+O

He has a show tonight so I'm sure they had soundcheck and rehearsal. Today is my last day here and I have to get to the rest of my questions before my flight at 11. I take the pen from his bedside table and write 3:00 at the bottom of his note.

Memories from early this morning invade my thoughts and make me shiver. This man is dangerous. I now understand why he could have all of his women in one movie and there not be an eye batted. Robin and Ingrid sat next to each other at the premiere like best friends. This man is very dangerous.

I quickly put my dress and shoes back on while I mull over my thoughts. It was late, we were alone and two consenting adults. So we had sex..it's fine. No one will ever know..

I find my jewelry and clutch on the coffee table in the living area then fix my hair as best I can before leaving. My walk of shame isn't made worse thanks to an empty hallway. It won't happen again. You'll probably never see him again after today. It's fine.

I decide to take another shower, my third one today, to help with the soreness. I get all the way under the water, closing my eyes. My mind can't help but wonder back to the conversation Prince and I had before I fell asleep.

"Can I ask you a personal question? You don't have to answer if you don't want to." He was laying on his back next to me silently and I thought he had already fallen asleep. I myself was almost there after deciding I was too tired to make it back to my room. "I don't mind."

"..Why did you change your last name?"

The question wakes me all the way up. My back was to him so he couldn't see the look on my face. How did he know I changed my name? Like he was reading my mind, he went on.

"My dad left behind vinyls of your father's music. I'd be in my basement for hours trying to copy the notes." He chuckled softly.

Of course he knew who Duke Pearson was. Prince was as much of a pianist as he was a guitarist. Every serious pianist had played and studied my father's work. I wonder if that's why he wanted to see me play.