If I Was Your Girlfriend

Chapter 19: Remember December

Prince's Point of View

'I had one month. I had thirty days. How was I supposed to prove to Egypt that I was a fit husband and father?'

I left Egypt to her own devices whilst I sauntered to my residence. My theories were blowing with the gelid wind when I realized it was nippy. I pulled my hoodie over my fluffy Locs as I reached my apartment complex gate.

'777'
I entered.

I sat upon our empty sofa feeling dreadful. My babies have gone and now I am lonesome.  'Well', I thought, 'now that I have this time to my leisure. I can start focusing on my music.' A memory struck my mind and it led me to my closet. When I retired from being a musical instructor I kept all memorabilia in my trunk. I never believed I'd be visiting these instruments again. I rummaged further into the trunk and I found my tattered tablet. I flipped through the pages and let the nostalgia consume my being. All of these pages, all of these notes I had written for Egypt. She didn't realize this; but I've known her for much longer. 

When I wasn't hopelessly devoted to Egypt, I was a bachelor. I didn't have time to process emotions. When emotions began lurking within, I'd go free-running. Yes, I was once an athletic and creative person. During my free-running stage, I would pass by Egypt's home. I'd gaze through the windows only to find her mother bellowing in anger at Egypt whilst she wept.  It was the same game every day. 

A burst of energy radiated throughout my body as I would fantasize about capturing her from that dysfunctional household and raising her as my own.  I still recall the date when she was dressing for a gathering in her bedroom. I can even recall the way her curvaceous body glimmered in the dimming sunlight. 

'Mmm...' I grumbled beneath my tone. I still remember that date. 

The seasons had came and gone of my continuous observations of Egypt's nude flesh and never once did it get boring. 

It was to both my surprise and determent when that full-figured model stepped into my world. 

I wish I could have met her outside of my place of work; However I knew that fate waited for no one. I felt disgusting allowing these perverted ponderings to intrude my brain.

'It's just lust. I'll forget her by the weekend.' 

I couldn't forget her. I didn't forget her and I wouldn't forget her. The lust grazed the pits of my stomach, Especially when I smelled that infamous perfume she wore. 

I was so caught in my contemplation that I didn't notice that she too saw interest in me. 

I guess she trusted me more than I could have suspected as an instructor because before I knew it we were spending so much time together during our tutoring sessions. I had become beastly that infamous day where we first connected, intimately.