The Beautiful Katastrophe

(XIX) Hot Foxx

     I swear, my phone was ringing before I got in the front door.

"Goddamn," Adrienne said, throwing her car keys on the kitchen table. "That shit's probably been ringing for the past hour."

That's how long ago 'the big flash' happened. Peter apologized and told me some magazine was doing a story on the club. He promised me the picture wouldn't be used. But for any photographer, a picture of a girl dirty dancing with Michael Jackson is a money shot. I knew better. So, I was ready to fess up and get it over with.

I stumbled in my room, flipping my shoes off.

I had to take a few deep breaths before picking up the phone.

"Hi, hon-"

"Don't even speak. Just shut the fuck up and listen," Prince said in a harsh tone. "Pack your shit, get your ticket, and come the fuck home."

I stood there by the bed, suffocating myself trying to hold in my laugh.

"Now."

"Wait, can I say something?" My voice was still sweet.

"I'm trying not to go the fuck off so choose your words carefully."

Was it really that serious? "So..." I perched myself on the edge of the bed. "I don't know what you've been told or-"

"What took you so long to answer the damn phone?"

"I literally walked in and the phone was ringing. I wanted to-"

"At any point did you stop and think about me? And ask yourself would he appreciate my ass on another man, my ex-boyfriend at that?"

He's just sexually frustrated, Kat. I had to keep telling myself that in order to keep calm.

"We were dancing and it was all very innocent and fun," I said. "You need to chill."

"Innocent? Why the fuck was his hands all over you then? You call that fun?"

"His hands were not all over me!"

"Who the fuck are you yelling at?!"

"You! Dumbass! You're so fucking annoying!" I yanked my red hoops from my ears.

"Keep talkin' shit."

"I said nothing happened! Don't fucking yell about me dancing when I know damn well all those bitches be on your dick when you're out!"

"But they know!"

"Know what?!"

"They know who the fuck I belong to!"

I was internally beaming for 2.5 seconds. "So does Michael," I said a bit calmer. "Baby, I'm not hiding you."

Prince didn't say anything. Instead, I heard something heavy fall to the floor...or maybe he threw something.

I looked back at my fan and thought about putting him on hold to turn it on. "You need to work on your trust issues."

"Are you drunk?" he asked.

Did I sound drunk? "No."

"So, you had martini glasses full of water all night?"

This is fucking creepy! "I don't need to explain myself to you!"

"You know better than that."

"I'm not a fucking child! I'll drink however much I want!"