EXTREMELY LONG CHAPTER
(6,731 words)
‼️* WARNING: USAGE OF DRUGS/ATTEMPTED OVERDOSAGE & ATTEMPT OF SELF HARM * ‼️
‼️ DO NOT PROCEED IN READING IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE AND TRIGGERED ‼️
[>]: love drought - beyoncé
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BEVERLY HILLS, CALIFORNIA
JACKSON ESTATE
PRESENT DAY
The next day came along and Prince found himself driving back home, even though he didn't want to, he knew he needed to - for his children's sake.
After an eventful night with Damson, Prince wished they could do it all over again, but Damson had other obligations himself that he had needed to tend to such as a promotion run for his album, interviews, brand deals, and countless photoshoots.
The shorter pulled in the driveway and parked before turning the engine off, hopping out and grabbing his overnight bag.
Once he locked his doors, he headed inside to see Tracee in the white living room, draped in one of his robes, hair wrapped up, face mask on, barefoot, and eating.
Prince sighed, "Tracee, what you doing here?"
"Relaxing, compensating for the time I took care of the twins."
Prince chuckled, "Is paying you not enough?"
She shrugged, "It is, but I prefer frolicking in your prized possessions and eating up your food."
"At least you're honest."
"Mhmm, where were you at? Hanging with that baby face of a singer?"
"His name is Damson, and yes, we spent the night together."
Tracee lifted an eyebrow, "And did what? Because if you getting your cheeks clapped while your actually husband is around here trying to put the pieces of his memory back together, then that's cold."
Prince didn't respond, instead his face heating up and turning red out of embarrassment.
"At least your aren't beating his ass and tossing him around like a rag doll, you could've went the Diary of A Mad Black Woman route and give him a taste of his own medicine."
"Where's everyone?" Prince asked, changing the subject.
"Out back chilling and soaking up the sun, Micah call himself grilling some veggie burgers and vegetable kababs. Paisley's back too, her flight got cancelled."
"How come she didn't call or text me?"
"She said she did, but you weren't answering."
Prince pulled out his phone and unlocked it, seeing several missed calls and texts before realizing he had his Do Not Distrub on.
"Had it on DND?"
"Yeah."
Tracee shook her head, "That dick must be hella' good then."
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