Slow Love

Paris to The Big Apple

Paris to New York City

Prince-POV

I escape to New York to visit my longtime friend, Sheila. She has consistently been there for me in the past, accepting and consoling me. Sheila cares for me; being with her will make me feel loved.

On the airplane to NYC, Kirk was not happy with me. He was relentless, continued telling me to go back to Paris and talk to G. It sounded like he was taking her side; he is my best friend and should be on my side! He refused to understand she had deceived me. "P, she loves you more than anybody else ever has in your life. You need to communicate to her, find out what she was doing before you jump to these serious conclusions. Above all, you should at least let her know where you are." "Kirk, she threw me under the bus for that guy! She didn't tell me she was meeting with him. That was a betrayal, allowing me to assume she was shopping or something ... alone. If you won't take my side, Sheila will." 

"Bro, there is no side to this. You need to work this out with your WIFE, not your friends." Flinging a $20 bill at me. I see it coming, he's gonna swear, "I have seen you do some really shitty things to girls over the years, some even justified. I've never expressed my opinion about it one way or the other, but this time I am! That girl is your wife, who loves you dearly, she is without a doubt your soulmate. How could you leave her like that? Not only is she your wife, she is the kindest, sweetest, most caring woman I know...... she loves you beyond comprehension. I'm confident there is a reasonable explanation, but you need to ask her. What the fuck is wrong with you man?!" 

Rather than disagree with Kirk, I move to the tail of the airplane. With no bedroom to get away from him, this was the only area available. My anger is raging out of control. He follows me to the rear, "If you need to punch someone, just beat on me. Get it out of your system. Maybe you'll come to your senses. I've been your punching bag before." "Kirk, just leave me alone. LEAVE!" 

Kirk spouts off, "As soon as we touch down, I'm going to text G to let her know where we are. She deserves to know that much at least." "No, you will not! I'm your employer and you will do as I say, or else. I'll text her when we touch down." "Brother, I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, but that woman does not deserve what you are putting her through." "Kirk, I will not debate this with you any further. You don't understand, but you, of all people, should support me, not her!" 

"Brother, I'm just trying to be fair here. You aren't even allowing her a chance to explain herself. Maybe Sheila can talk sense to you." He goes back up to the front of the airplane. Sheila will be there for me, she always has been. I am getting angrier by the hour. How could she do that? I cannot forgive her for taking up with that French bastard. I knew she was withholding something from me, but I never expected she would be unfaithful.

When we get to the Big Apple, I text G. "I had to go... I need to be with someone I can count on, that has always been there for me, someone who loves me." I can hardly wait to see Sheila. She has been there when I needed someone to count on. I know she loves me, she always has. When we arrive at the hotel, I get a suite for Kirk and I. Sheila answers her door astonished to see us. Kirk goes to our suite, as what I have to discuss with Sheila is confidential. 

Sheila was no comfort whatsoever. She reiterated the same bull as Kirk. I grew more and more frustrated that no one could understand my point of view. I kissed her, I needed to feel some affection, but she got pissed, slapping me in the face. I retreated to the guest suite to get away from her. I don't see why she got so evil on me. I just need someone to love me. I feel like I'm having a nervous breakdown- I am distraught. I can feel the tears coming; my wife, the love of my life has shattered my heart.

Gigi POV

Reaching our destination, I text Sheila that we are on our way to the hotel. When we arrive at her room, I take a deep, cleansing breath. "Gigi, are you alright?" "Yes, James. I'm good." I tap lightly on the door with my fingernails. Sheila opens the door and steps outside the room to tell me he was still sleeping. "Sheila, please get Kirk out here, I need to speak to him.". He came out with his head hanging down, "Gigi, I'm so sorry. I tried." I hugged him, "Kirk, I forgive you, we'll talk later. Right now I need to see my husband and try to straighten this mess out. You and James can leave. Do you have a room?" "Yes, we will be there if you need us; it's just down the hall."