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...
Prince just stares at you as you tell him that Camille didn't hurt you, but you're still annoyed he didn't tell you about him in the first place. You were confused as shit, scared out of your mind thinking Prince was possessed or something and he could have saved you the trouble and just told you the truth, he could have known Camille was gonna come out at some point eventually. You snap your fingers to get him to snap out of his trance, he blinks a few times before looking into your eyes.
"Hmm?" He hums.
"Why didn't you tell me about Camille before?" You ask, crossing your arms.
Prince sighs, taking a step towards you but you step backwards. He crosses his arms while looking at you.
"That exact reaction, I didn't want you freaking out or getting mad." He admits.
"I wouldn't have been mad if you would have just been upfront about it in the first place, I would have been fine when he showed up just then. But no, I was seconds away from having a mental breakdown or kicking his ass." You sigh, running your hands through your hair.
Prince pulls you into his arms, you try and fight him off at first but give up and lean into his touch. At least you know it's him, you wrap your arms around his slim waist. He rests his head on top of yours.
"I'm so sorry baby." He whispers in your ear before placing a soft kiss there.
You smile at the feeling, he looks down and smiles.
"There's that smile." He chuckles.
You push him away and cross your arms again.
"Don't flatter yourself, you're not off the hook yet, short round." You say.
Prince just laughs at your comment, he looks at his reflection in the mirror. He begins to fix his hair, letting it fall out of the hair tie that was holding it up. You never really liked men with long hair but Prince was different, he had the most luscious, voluminous and glorious long hair you have ever seen on a man. At times you even felt jealous, you even think at times his hair is better than yours.
"I've got the piano segment now." Prince speaks up, finishing playing with his hair.
"Yeah you do." You say, sitting down.
He turns to look at you, putting on his jacket.
"You sure you don't want to come on stage with me? I know you said before you don't want to but you still can, you sit with me at the piano." He offers with a smile.
"I'm sure. Now go out there and wow everyone like you always do." You smile.
He walks over to you and places a soft kiss on your lips before leaving for the stage. You watch the monitor, watching him perform. Watching him play piano was always calming for you. He always plays it so beautifully, the way his skillful fingers just naturally glide over the keys to produce magic amazes you every time you hear and watch it.
As Prince progresses through "Raspberry Beret" You notice something...off. He suddenly stops and looks out at the crowd and smirks, swinging back on the chair. Completely acting out, what is he doi...
Aww hell...
Pri...you mean Camille starts doing random things with the piano which gets the crowd going luckily, he then gets the band to do their own thing while he disappears back to where you are. For God's sake, what now?
He pops up and looks a little too amused by your annoyed reaction.
"Miss me?" Camille asks.
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