This book contains every dream, imagine, want and desire you ever had about the purple one. Could be a simple date, could be him and you just lazing around on the couch together, him taking care of you when you're sick or it could be completely R ra...
This imagine will also be told in Prince's POV, so sit back...and relish in the glory that is the Purple Prince in the Graffiti Bridge era.
*Prince's POV*
I was down in my room in my club, called 'Glam Slam', writing when I heard some commotion upstairs. I furrow my brows, I can never get some piece and quiet in my own damn place. I swear if it's Morris I'll give him the ass whooping of a lifetime, I go upstairs and see what's going on. Surprise surprise it is Morris.
"Morris, what the hell are you doing?" I ask.
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"Giving you a taste of what it's like at my club since your girl has been at my club." He says.
I raise an eyebrow.
"Jill?" I question.
"That's right. She works for me now, whatever you did to her must've been pretty bad kid. Let's hope you don't do that to the next girl who comes along, I might save them the trouble and just scoop them up for you." He smirks before leaving the club with Jerome.
What an ass. I was about to go back to writing when two of my crew comes running in.
"Yo! Come check this out!" One of them says.
"What?" I ask.
"This new girl in town, she's the hottest thing around." The other one says.
"Yeah?" I smirk.
"Yeah!" They both say in unison.
I nod and walk out with the both of them, they both show me the girl walking around. Damn, she is fine. I walk up to her, she stops and looks at me.
"Hey, what's your name?" I ask.
"You have to earn that sweetheart." She responds.
My boys behind me are going 'Ooh'.
I look at them then back at her.
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