Off Record

/Twenty-Eight/

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To my surprise, Casey wasn't parked outside of my apartment when I got back. I was gone for almost three hours and I had hoped he would be waiting for me to get back. The next best thing was to try to call because I didn't want to go asking for Prince at the Waldorf and be looked at crazy.

Prince's usual number to his suite came with no answer either, so I was stumped on how to get in contact with him. He suggested pagers a while ago but I didn't see the need if we were basically living together now.

I was feeling regretful I didn't agree and guilty about my blow up. I didn't want to let my harsh words fester. Although I still had reservations about why I was kept in the dark, I regretted going so hard on him about this particular situation.

I try calling him before going to bed around 11, however, there was still no answer. Hoping he just wanted to be left alone for right now, I decided to try again tomorrow and get some sleep.

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As expected, Sasha didn't take my solution to getting rid of Elijah lightly. Although she didn't know about his record, I thought she would have given me time to explain why I reacted so harshly. Especially after finding out Mac never gave him her number.

I roll down my window seeing Mac jog over to me. He had a big smile on my face and I extended my hand out to dap him up when he got here.

"What's up P? Good to see you."

"Ain't nothing, just surprising the ole lady. Good to see you too."

"Oh, she ain't know you were here? That's probably why she was looking so down earlier."

"Mhm.." I rub my finger across my chin, looking in the rear view mirror to see her waving goodbye to the men they were talking to. "Yo, who's dude that was standing next to her?"

"Psh, that's just Elijah. He's alright. Tried pushing up on Sash, but she's all you, trust."

"Elijah?" I raise an eyebrow, "The same guy that begged you for her number?"

Mac looks confused, "I would never give a nigga my sister number. Who told you that?"

Just as he asked, the door opened and Sasha got in. I shook my head at him because I didn't want her to hear what we were talking about.

On the ride home I realized he had to be up to his old ways if he lied about something as simple as that. I also remembered Sasha telling me she "ran into him" at the park and it furthered my suspicions. It made my blood boil that someone could get so close to her with ill intentions.

Instead of going to the hotel, I went to the studio. Sitting in silence wasn't healthy for me and I needed to finish mixing a few songs anyway.

I didn't leave the studio until after 1 and even then I was still wide awake. Sasha had become what I was used to when trying to sleep and I doubted I could get in bed and fall asleep without her. She had become everything to me and all I wanted was her.

It took a few hours, but I eventually fell asleep and didn't wake up until I heard a knock at my door. I sat up in bed and ran a hand over my face before getting up to get it. I expected Casey or Keenan, telling me something about Sasha, however the person standing at my door caused me to screw my face up in annoyance and confusion.