Exposed || MJ/Prince

Exposed || Chapter 19

Author's Note: ToniJones232 amoniquebee

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1983 - "1999" Tour

Prince

Brenda Michelle,

It's me. You've got my nose wide open. I've broken so many rules for you.

Even my mother wouldn't  understand how my soul, heart, mind, and body has wanted you so much.

But Baby Girl, I will NEVER regret what happened between us last night.

Call me. Please.

-Mike.

I didn't know what transpired between Monty and Michael yet.  Monty walked into rehearsals like nothing even happened backstage after the concert last night.

Although we both needed to stay professional, I couldn't help wanting to ask. She just walked away from Michael without hesitation.

Big Chick and other bodyguards escorted me to the limousine and I couldn't even see my musical director leave in the dark parking lot.

Before rehearsal that next morning, I respectfully questioned Monty during breakfast. We'd already moved through pleasantries of the day and sat across from one another.

Crew members and my band packed the room otherwise. Buffet style tables positioned all of our delicious  food and beverages.

"Things were extremely  awkward and I'm so sorry for about Michael, but what happened with you two last night? You just walked out of the building." I narrowed both eyes  before drinking my water and set down the glass.

"I'm so sorry, but could I please keep this private, Boss?" Monty looked at me with pleading eyes. I nodded, completely understanding.

"It's absolutely fine. I shouldn't have asked." The question wasn't even remotely appropriate.

"Sir, could I please step out for a second?" Monty cut into her waffle, but paused out of nowhere.

I didn't know what to think at first, but realized what she needed and allowed her to walk out.

Even though my heart couldn't stand some decisions of my crew members or band mates, a few people on my team smoked.

Monty was one of those people. Just like Patrice. Mo would step out into the parking lot and flame cigarettes with this purple lighter. I watched sometimes, disturbed.

She'd gradually ruin herself,  using the poison to cope with stress. Such a terrible habit in my eyes.

The worst part arrived every time she addressed me in the parking lot Her voice just  croaked towards me  with the infamous New Jersey accent.

It wasn't even long before Monty would stop lighting up and walked back to rehearsals. Like the arguments with me weren't intimidating. 

I've even snatched the cigarettes right out of her hand and stomped these monsters to the ground. Fed up.

I've also threatened to fire her during our arguments, but couldn't even  will myself to accomplish this task.

All the while, I  needed her. Replacements right now would've  scrambled my gigs, truth be told. It was almost over anyhow. Finally.

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For whatever reason, Monty wouldn't hang out with the band after our show ended.

This time, she asked one chauffeur to drop her off at the designated hotel.

We waved at each other for a moment, she ducked into that  vehicle before I could grin a second time. Something wasn't right.

Of course, I didn't know what to think, but stayed away from personal matters again.

I'd definitely call my baby Patrice and work at this nearby studio later. The Revolution partied downtown as usual. I dodged the foolishness as expected.

For now, my body just needed rest until I could reconfigure everything else. My mind currently jumbled with racing thoughts. As always.

"Stop it. I don't need anyone, Michael. Last night was a mistake." Monty warned Jackson behind a closed door later that evening.

Just as I marched down that same  hotel corridor, with bodyguards in tow, her whispering voice caught my attention.

"Brenda, you didn't feel sparks? Really? How? I told you last night that I wouldn't usually have sex before marriage. It's against my religion. Why else do you think I would change my mind and  something would happen between us? You're not just a groupie." Michael quickly defended himself in one way or another.

I dropped my jaw at the unfolding truth. Security guards dispersed to leave me alone. Doors creaked shut all over the hallway now.

"It's called lust and you're a man for God's sake. I was just horny to be honest." Monty clenched teeth from the sound of her voice now.

I lowered my head, ashamed. Another round of silence fell despite the whispers down this hallway. I should've stopped listening altogether. But in a way, I still caused drama between these two.

"B, it was so much more than you think. Listen to me. Please?" Michael whispered to react. I felt sorry for him. Awkward silence filled the hallway now. I understood why.

"Don't touch me. Find someone else because I'm not right for you." Monty grumbled to him over and over again.

"Brenda, please." Jackson begged. Michael just wouldn't succeed in relationships by pleading for attention. As I've said, he was too clingy.

After this point, I left and hid in the suite. There was no other choice. A lump still formed in my throat once I closed the suite door behind me.

My entire face colored with guilt. Absolutely reasonable guilt.

Monty would probably quit and never speak to me again if she knew I eavesdropped like this.

My heart couldn't stand losing such an incredible friend and employee. 

Even Patrice wouldn't remotely  understand the drama located around me right now.