Love & Lust: Volume II {A Collection of Prince Imagines}

Try Me Bitch

It's 11:00 and I've been sitting at this table for three hours. He said he'd be home at 8. So, I've decided to wait. I hear keys jingle at the door, so I quickly turn off the lights and find my way back to my seat. He carefully closes the door, like he doesn't want me to hear it. He walks through the house with the same demeanor. He turns the corner towards me, the only way upstairs is through the dining room. Before he can raise his foot to climb the stairs, I whisper.

"Where have you been?" He turns trying to place my voice, but I've already moved.

"I was with the band. We were finishing up rehearsal." He glares into the dark looking for me. Too bad I'm wearing all black.

"I thought rehearsal ended at 8." I've moved again. This time, closer to him. I take a quiet deep breath and it only angers me.

"We got caught up."

"We're Wendy and Lisa there?" He turns looking for me, trying to find the whites of my eyes in the pitch black room. If my glance was made of bullets the back of his head would be in trouble.

"No they're on vacation. I told you that." As my voice surrounds him he backs into the wall. A loud thud erupting.

"Then why do you smell like women's perfume!" His hand finds a light switch and I glare at him.

"It's yours. I borrowed your shirt."

"Don't give me that bull shit, Prince. I've been wearing Exclamation by Coty since we've met. Not that cheap ass Victoria's Secret shit. Now imma ask you again, where have you been?"

"I told you where I went! I was with the band!" He yells his baggy shirt falling slightly from his body. I look at his now exposed neck and see purple bruises along his collar bone. I grab him by his collar and look him dead on the eye.

"Either, Jerome's giving you hickeys or you're cheating? So which is it?" He pushes me off of him and storms upstairs.

"Getcho crazy ass off me. I don't need this and I don't need you."

"Bitch you're living in my fucking house!" I scream from the bottom of the steps.

"Who you calling a bitch?" He says, stopping in his tracks.

"The bitch ass motherfucker standing in front of me." I'm directly in front of him.

"You gonna cut that shit out?"

"You gonna tell me the truth?" He sighs.

"I was with Mayte! You happy? She called a meeting with our divorce lawyers. We all met at her house, when the lawyers left, she started acting up." He makes his way down the long hall to our bedroom but I ain't letting him go.

"You're lucky you're talented cause you're dumb as hell! How you gonna fuck the bitch that ruined your life after discussing divorce papers?"

"I don't know it just happened!"

"Shit like that don't just happen. She didn't just slip on your dick when you weren't looking!"

"I didn't even fuck her! She climbed on me and I pushed her off!" He turns facing me.

"You let her sit there long enough to give you hickeys."

"You of all people should know it don't take a lot to give me hickeys." His voice gets deeper and he walks closer to me.

"This ain't about me. This about you being late for dinner, lying about where you are, and letting that dirty bitch kiss on you."

"It wasn't even like that!"

"Then what was it like!?" He picks me up and carries me to the room. I kick and beat on his back but he won't budge. The door closes and he puts me on the bed. "Explain!"

"We spent two hours arguing about the damn settlement! She wanted to take everything I had! I told her she isn't entitled to anything because we signed a prenup. She asked the lawyers to give us a moment and when the lawyers left she tried to convince me to pay her off. She sat on my lap and said she'd do whatever it takes. When I said no and tried to push her off she bit me! I tried to push her again, but, baby she built like a ox. She had the strength of ten men! My lawyer heard us struggling and he came in and helped me get her off me and I came home. I swear." We sit in silence as I analyze him. His eyes are light, almost green in hue. Not the deep hazel they usually are when he's lying.

"Next time you're late call me and don't sneak into the house. It makes you seem guilty."

"You forgive me?" I scoff.

"I ain't say all that. You were still three hours late and you still lied. I'll see you in the morning."

"In the morning? Where're you going?"

"I'm not going anywhere but you'll find a lovely futon downstairs waiting for you."