2017 Purple Eggplant Winner: BEST PRINCHAEL//2016 NPG AWARD WINNER : BEST DRAMA
"A tale of a pretty girl who gets what she wants, including two of the 80's most prominent figures."
Throughout music history, there's been speculation of rivalry bet...
Prince never returned that night. But he came in around 8 a.m. Jill had left by then so it was only me who greeted him. As soon as he walked through those double doors, I went off, standing in the middle of the living room.
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"Where the fuck was you?"
He reacted with a laugh and look of shock. "Uhh...the studio," he said, tossing his keys on the round table near a closet. "What's wrong?"
"I heard you on the phone last night. Who were you talking to?"
"If you heard me, then I'm sure you already know that."
"I'm not stupid. I know you ran off to go see her."
"See her? I don't know where that girl lives," he laughed. "Baby, what the hell is wrong with you?"
My hands were trembling. "Just because I let you fuck around with me and Jill last night does not give you permission to fool around on me."
"Ain't nobody foolin' around on you." He stepped to me and planted a sweet kiss on my lips. "Relax," he said before walking away. "I'll be in the shower."
"No!"
I heard him sigh before spinning to face me. "No, what? I can't wash my ass?"
"I don't want you talking to her, anymore."
Prince laughed. "Isn't Maylani the same girl you were obsessing over? I talk to her one time and now it's a problem?"
"'I think I know you. We were meant to cross paths.' Really?"
Prince rolled his eyes. "You're cute. I'll be in the shower."
Prince turning away from me signified that he wasn't concerned with anything I was feeling. That was a problem. I hated when he did that—walking around so nonchalant as if nothing was wrong.
I was boiling again. And I was still shaking. And once again... I just lost it.
The closet weapon to me was a bottle of champagne that welcomed us into this beautiful suite. It still had the gold foil wrapped around his mouth. It had been unopened up until that moment.
I snatched it and flung it across the room towards Prince's back.
Just as he was walking through the bedroom door, the bottle hit the wall and the glass shattered on impact, showering his right shoulder and face with debris and sweet champagne.
Before he could even react, I was already on his back, punching him.
Prince used his strength against me and pushed me so hard I slid back across the floor. Then he locked himself inside of the room, screaming at me.
