The Beautiful Katastrophe

(V) The Inevitable

     After my lunch with Michael and the guys, I headed back to my hotel room and went straight to the phone. Before I left Prince, I left him a nice going away present to remember me by. I was dying to know if he found it by then.

I called his house but he didn't answer. I left a voicemail with my callback number. I would be in Los Angeles for another two weeks working on various photoshoots.

I could've went out to meet up with those friends of mine I had been dying to see but instead I hibernated in my room all day, just to be there when Prince finally called.

My phone rang ten minutes to eleven, which meant it was almost one o'clock in the morning in Minnesota.

"Hello?"

All I heard was a deep breath.

"Hello?" I called again, smiling to myself. "Is anyone there?"

"Why the hell would you do something like that?"

He found it. "So tell me, was it you or someone else who discovered it?"

"It doesn't fucking matter. Do you know how psychotic you are for doing that?"

"I don't appreciate the name calling."

"I could call you worse."

"Go ahead and try."

"Seriously, Kat, why the fuck would you do that?"

"So she would know what's mine." I could be possessive too and I think I proved my point.

"I think we both made it clear last night what's yours when I kicked everyone out!"

"But I'm not stupid! I knew the moment I was miles away you would have her back in your fucking bed!"

"Who are you talking about?!"

"Denise!"

"I'm not fucking Denise!"

"Then who?!"

"I'm not fucking anyone! Especially with your name on my dick!!"

So, after a wild night, Prince fell asleep in my arms. It was nice for a change. He'd usually go back down to his studio after our lovemaking. He was never the kind of person to just lay down and sleep. He literally has to black out. Sleep wasn't a necessity for his mind but it was for his body. So whenever it ran out of strength, he would just drop. The great thing about that was he would usually go into a nice deep sleep, even with his music blasting.

I don't know where the idea came from, it definitely wasn't pre-mediated, but I was walking around his room and I found a Sharpie on his dresser. I uncapped it and almost signed my name on his mirror but I suddenly thought of a better place.

He was sleeping in the nude with just a sheet over his waist. When I uncovered him and put my hands in between his legs, he didn't flinch at all, but I was able to get an erection out of him. Then, uncapping my permanent black marker, I hummed to some funky tune as I wrote down on his penis:

KAT'S

"Oh, please, it will wash off in three days or so. Then you can go fuck whoever you want to." I wouldn't dare show myself, but I was starting to feel kind of bad. Initially, I did it for fun. But there was always the thought in the back of my mind that some girl, Denise in particular, would find it and freak out. Then he would be caught. I didn't trust him. And I made it very clear to him. It kind of hurt us both.