The Question of Him

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Prince POV

"Shit!" I kick over the chair out of anger and go to sit on the couch. I can't lose her. I've barely had her for a week.

While rubbing my temples trying to calm down, there was a knock on the door. "Boss? Is everything okay in there?" It was Donna. She swears she's like my older sister more than my assistant. "I'm fine..I'll be down in five." It was quiet for a few moments, but I could still see her shadow at the door.

"You sure? Ms. Camille looked upset when she came downstairs." I know that. "Five minutes Donna."

"Okay, I'll tell the band." Her figure walked away quietly and for a second I thought I could think in peace.

"Listen P, I'm gonna go, but not before I tell you this. You've calmed down since Khaled, yes, however if you really want Phara, you need to be the man you want him to be. And the man her daughter can look up to and know that's how a man is suppose to treat her. You should also give her time alone, but don't let her think you've given up. You should call tonight... Okay, I'm going to do my job."

See? She always has something to say. Sometimes I need to hear her smart ass check me. Laying back on the couch, I stare at the ceiling thinking about what she said.

I hate that she's always right.

Phara POV

"Mommy loves you babygirl. Be good for cousin Briana, okay?"

"I'm always good!"

"I know, I know. I'll talk to you tomorrow then. Goodnight kisses. Muah!"

"Muah! Love you too mommy. Goodnight!"

I hung up slowly, putting the phone back on the charger. I had just gotten out the shower when the phone started ringing. Of course it was my little girl calling to tell me she was going mini golfing and wouldn't be home until later. She wanted to say goodnight just in case she was too tired when they got home.

Getting up, I went to my closet and finished getting ready for bed. After pulling myself together earlier, I went grocery shopping and did some painting. Lacy called to check on me since she could tell I was upset before leaving. I didn't tell her any details, but she went on a rant about men not being smart enough to get out the way when a car coming. Needless to say, I'm feeling a little better.

I've decided that I'm going to have myself my very own movie night. It includes Boomerang, Waiting To Exhale, Poetic Justice, and Jason's Lyric. Basically all the romantic dramas that will make me cry. So I'll be crying over their fucked up situations and not my own. A typical Friday night.

I turn the phone's volume off and make myself a bag of popcorn, then pop in the first movie.

•••

Three movies in, Halle Berry is cussing Eddie Murphy out. "Love shoulda brought yo ass home last night!"

"Tell him Angela! Sorry and tired!..that's right! They only care about they damn self!"

The doorbell ringing scares me out of my rant. I paused the movie and looked over at the clock. 11:07. Who the hell could be at my door at this time of night? I check my phone and see I have four missed calls. Oh my God, what if something happened to Amiyah!?

I hurriedly get up and slip on my robe, almost running to the front door. Without worrying to look out the peephole, I open the door quickly.
I definitely wasn't expecting him.