Exposed || MJ/Prince

Exposed || Chapter 11

Author's Note: amoniquebee Mature themes ahead.

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1982 - California ("Canvas Inc")

Patrice

Patrice,

I don't understand why you've turned away my companionship now.

Making love to you was never a "mistake." I now weep at the idea of never kissing you again.

We flirted in the beginning, but when you finally offered me  passion by midnight, I would never be the same.

Darling, your eyes have viewed pieces of  my shattered and conflicted heart. I cannot find such tranquility and depth with other women.

Simply put, I'm in love with you.

I am in love with your creative soul. Your beautiful spirit.  Your unconditional selflessness.

Baby, you've got me sprung.

But there is so much more to you that gorgeous body and perfect smile.

I've taken you for granted since the day we met.

I've hurt you in the past, but please let me make things right. I would anything.

Call me soon,

-Prince Rogers Nelson

"Now do you understand why I'm even here in the first place? Please come back to me." Prince leaned across this mahogany desk and inched close enough to  touch my nose.

"Stop." I trembled through a whispered plea to hopefully make this man halt attraction towards me.

There were millions of women in the world. Even Vanity herself still lowered my self esteem with every passing thought.

"I'm crazy about you. You're so beautiful. Please don't fight it anymore, Patrice." Prince stepped away and walked around my desk. My heart skipped beats. 

"I'm ugly. It was only a heated situation between us. You were probably thinking about Vanity while fucking me, Prince. Hell, I would too." I dropped into sadness once more around him.

"No, Baby. We made love that night. There's a difference. And you're absolutely stunning. I could look at you all day and my heart just melts. I love you."  Prince leaned in once more, barely touching my neck with bristles of his mustache and wet lips.

I nearly revealed my neck to him while closing my eyes for a moment.

"Don't kiss me. You don't love me. Tomorrow, you'll find someone else." I shook my head. Silence fell between us once more.

"I'll be gone, but you'll always be on my mind, Patrice." Prince respectfully kissed my cheek and began to walk out of the conference room.

"Don't leave." My voice finally  whispered. For some reason, my soul begged for Prince to stay around just a little bit longer.

In that moment, I already  caught the opportunity to hold his hand right as this man turned away from me.

As soon as Prince turned back around on those heels, we kissed deeply for the first time months.

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"Baby, you've written down events all day. Could you please stop?" Prince walked around and tried kissing my neck while I jotted  down schedule notes for the secretary to photo copy.

Prince and I didn't exactly make love again, but I felt pleasure underneath my desk not too long ago. Twice.

To be honest, it did take a few minutes before I could even remotely concentrate again.

His fingers and tongue prompted my eyes to roll back immediately. My voice almost  screamed his name and revealed our naughty behavior.

Now, I resumed writing as if nothing happened.

"Says the man who doesn't stop recording music until three in the morning." I just quietly laughed at this point.

"Very funny. Now stop working and come here, Mama." Prince teased right back.

I rolled my eyes jokingly as he leaned in again and finally kissed my neck once more.

"Baby..." My voice unexpectedly whimpered from returning desire for him. It didn't even help when Prince moaned against the darkness of my complexion.

With every kiss that trailed further and further down my neck, I'd never finish writing  these notes for tomorrow morning.

Out of nowhere, the phone shrilled loud enough to stop Prince.

"Hello, this is Canvas Inc. You've reached Patrice Cooper's office. This is actually Prince speaking on her behalf."  I dropped my jaw seconds later.

Prince already  hopped his short self onto the edge of this desk and picked up that line.

I placed my head down on that same desk, grumbling. When my eyes did look up at him again, Prince glanced over one shoulder to face me.

"Michael Jackson?" Prince whispered and scrunched up his face.

My eyes widened.

I leaned across my desk within seconds and instantly snatched the telephone away from Mr. Nelson.

"Michael?" I immediately tried to make sure that he was still available.

Thankfully, Jackson answered as if Prince never even  responded in the beginning.

"Hey! I don't even know why Prince is at the office, but whatever, girl. How are you?" Michael whispered cheerfully and giggled. 

"Just trying to organize for tomorrow morning. Sorry about Prince. He flew in to surprise me." I answered Michael  honestly.

"Be careful, that's all I ask." Michael oddly threw me off with this laidback response towards the connection with Prince.

Even though Jackson totally  apologized with that message on my answering machine, I didn't know what to think about this moment.

Michael sounded just like my mother. My eyes quickly narrowed. Awkward silence filled the space between us.

Prince stared at me with one adorable pout on his lips.

"Sorry, Michael. I'll call you back in a few minutes." I slammed down this phone and hung up before Prince could make me shout with laughter.