Exposed || MJ/Prince

Exposed || Chapter 20

1983 - New York ("Masterpiece Enterprises")

Patrice

Patrice,

I've missed you so much, Darling. You are the best friend I've never had. You are the person I've needed all this time.

Despite our struggles, I promise to never give up on you again. I can't wait to hold you in my arms and see your beautiful face.

Coop, I  love you. Now and forever. We will be united until I take my final breaths on God's green Earth.

Always,

- Skip

Prince greeted me with a kiss in my office. I've never felt so happy while seeing my man.

There was no better feeling in the world to be honest. I could stare into those eyes for the rest of my life.

The tour finally ended in Chicago.   Prince flew to me that next morning, smiling without hesitation.

"I've  missed this face so much, you have no idea. You're so beautiful." Prince stopped kissing me to hold my face with one  hand.

I'd sat on the edge of my desk for a few minutes. Skipper even  leaned in close enough to our noses to touch. Comfortable silence filled the office before long.

"Thanks, Baby." I smiled against his lips, relieved that we were even together right now. My low  self esteem could wait.

"How about you take the day off? I can always ask one of those receptionists to help instead." Prince held both of my hands to help me slide off the desk.

"Sounds tempting. If I say yes, what are we going to do?" I whispered. I landed on my heels, but this man  turned my body around and held me from behind.

"Make love. It's been too long since I've touched you, Darling. I love you so much." Prince then leaned in to kiss my neck, softly moaning at times. My entire body heated in that moment.

"Baby, you're so right, but I can't shut out the world right now..." My voice trailed off.

"Yes you can. Do it with me. Please?" Prince now begged for once, deepening the kisses on my neck.

"All right." My voice trembled through one quick response to my man. My best friend. My baby.

I soon closed both eyes, feeling his passion toward me build more and more. 

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I woke up to see Prince just smiling at me in bed later that day. Hours earlier, he closed the curtains, dimmed my bedroom lights, and shut the door.

My waking eyes felt as if evening already began while I  glanced around the darkened room.

I turned back and noticed Prince holding my hand. A bashful grin reached my face within seconds.

"You're so pretty." Prince repeated to me. Even after we made love. 

"Thank you." I  whispered, echoing the sentiment. His thumb smoothed my knuckle slowly.

"How did I so lucky two years ago?" Prince kissed the top of my head now. We soon quietly laughed together.

"I don't know. Maybe fate brought us together back then, Prince." I  laughed to myself once more. Those mesmerizing eyes of his welcomed my presence as we both rested in silence.

"Oh, Lord. Don't get all mushy on me, Darling. I don't play that." Prince quickly joked. I rolled my eyes, now sitting up in bed. .

"What do you want to do now?" I reasonably questioned him. Before I could get responses from him, Prince, my lovesick man,  leaned in to kiss me again.

"I don't think you've eaten breakfast. Want something?" Prince sweetly offered cooking.

"No thank you, Baby. I do need to get up, though. You can't keep me in this bed forever." I shook my head, declining.

Prince frowned, but I simply  wanted more coffee.

Just when I noticed my silk robe sprawled onto this wooden  floor underneath my bed, the nearby  bedroom landline screamed.

"What the hell?" Prince groaned out loud alongside me and stared at the ceiling, frustrated.

"Hello?" I scooted off the bed completely naked and slipped on my robe before picking up this stupid telephone.

"Michael? How-How did you get this number? Didn't I tell you about that privacy rule for...It doesn't matter if I don't work at Canvas anymore. The same rule applies. I really  appreciate this offer, but please find someone else to make your jacket for the music video. I have so much other work to do..." I  continued ranting towards  Michael until Prince signaled over my shoulder  for me to stop bickering.

"He's ridiculous. That's the second time he's called your home landline for business." Prince complained without hesitation  after I hung up the telephone.

"Babe, Michael wouldn't even say hello to me. At least Denise  (Vanity) was sympathetic when she called for the Soul Train interview last year. I'm not handling Michael's music video wardrobe for "Beat It"
because he's annoying as hell." I vented to Prince  once again  and scooted my slippers to the bedroom door.

"Damn." Prince mumbled. I shrugged in response. Awkward silence filled this bedroom for the millionth time. I didn't know what to think.

I've collaborated with arrogant individuals time and time again, but Michael seemed to be the worst client thus far.

A simple call to one of the company receptionists would've gotten back to me, but no. Jackson needed to bother me with his requests at home. Again.

"Does French toast sound good?" My face smiled. Prince still laid down in bed.

He nodded.

I walked out to make breakfast for my musical and compassionate solider.