Off Record

/Fifteen/

Questions That Plague Me
What would've happened if I didn't leave the premiere?
Would we have made any kind of connection?
Would I have still ended up in his bed?
Would he have wanted to add me to his collection?
Or would he have still fallen for me?

Scribbling the date and time at the bottom of my page, I sigh, not sure how I should bring it up to him. I didn't want to argue about it, especially since we'd just confessed our love for each other. And though what Neal told me was worrying, Keisha convinced me I shouldn't blow it out of proportion.

I look out the window as the landscape changes. The driver, who barely said anything to me, turned onto a developing street that held a few huge houses.

It was 2am and I didn't get a wink of sleep on the half empty plane. The flight was only a hour and a half and by the clock on the dash, it had taken about 25 minutes to get here from the airport. My stomach starts doing backflips as we turn onto a private driveway. We were almost there.

I called him at the airport before my flight and he promised he would be home from Paisley before I got here, but I secretly wouldn't mind if he was late.

The gate opens as we get closer to the guardhouse and when the house comes into view, I'm a little stunned at the size. It was a literal mansion and very yellow.

The driver pulls up to the front and parks before getting out to open my door. I tuck my journal in my satchel and close it.

"I will get your bag Ms. Pierce, you can go in the house."

"Thank you." I nervously inch closer to the front door and start to knock but I stop myself. He did say go inside. The nob easily opens and I'm greeted with a warm floral scent.

I walk further into the foyer and start to wonder where I should go.

"Sasha?" Prince calls before I hear him walking toward me. He comes into view without a shirt and his hair wrapped up in a silk scarf.

"Hey.." It is the only thing I can muster up. Studying my face, his eyebrows furrow in confusion. "What's wrong? Did someone say something to you?"

"No, I got here fine.."

"Why do you look so down to see me then?"

"It's not that, I think I just need to sleep. It's so late." Now wasn't the time to bring it up, especially being somewhat exhausted. Prince grabs my bag from me and takes me by my hand to follow him further inside.

"I told you I could've changed your flight for the morning. Do you want anything before bed?" He sits my satchel on his couch then wraps my arms around my waist.

I tear my eyes from his. "No, I'm too tired."

"Okay, come on." With one arm around my me, he leads us to the stairs and up to the 3rd floor where his bedroom is. It was the definition of a master bedroom and felt regal. "Do you want me to close the curtains?"

There was some light pouring in through the glass doors of the patio from around the pool in the backyard. A few candles were also lit, which would explain the relaxing scent. "It's fine."

I sit on the couch-like ottoman in front of his California king bed, and began taking off my shoes. Prince watches me slide off my sweatpants and matching hoodie until I'm in nothing but my tube top and panties.