The Question of Him

I trust you

A/N: This is really a filler.
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Different was the only way I could describe going out the next week. People would mostly look to make sure I'm the woman on television, while others would actually come up to ask questions. Let's just say Prince didn't hesitate to assign me a bodyguard. Franco was about 6'4 and 230. His presence alone stopped the extra nosy onlookers.

Thankfully Amiyah's teacher was understanding and made it clear that no one should be asking her about me and who I work for. Khalid promised to have her back too because, "that's what brothers do."

Prince laughed at their little interruption, but we had a big talk with them before they went back to school. So far, everything is as calm as it can be.

Right now I'm finishing dinner while I'm on the phone with Terence. I slipped and mentioned Franco being assigned to me, and he doesn't like the idea of a stranger following me around all day.

"Franco has been working for him for years Terry. He trusts him, so I trust him."

"I understand all that, I'm just weary about some huge guy guarding over you. You're barely 5'1, I mean the nigga could probably break your arm with a tap."

"Terence!" I lean against the counter laughing at his exaggerated imagination. "You act like you didn't want to fight every dude that looked at me the wrong way in high school."

He chuckles, saying I got him on that one. "They thought they could take advantage of you until you cussed their asses out. What was that one guys name that grabbed you?"

"Umm..Keith? Keith Henries? You should remember, you stabbed him with your pick." Shaking my head, I went over and checked on the rice. "He had the advantage, what else could I do? Anyway, that just goes to show that I've always had your back Cam. And when I come for the holidays, Frank can go on vacation or something."

"Franco.."

"Frank, Frankie, Francis, whatever."

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"I heard Tupac's mother liked your memorial cover."

"And how'd you find that out?" I looked up from the magazine I was reading to see Prince taking a break from mixing. He's been at it since I got here from dropping Amiyah off at school.

"I may not have a public face in this business, but people know of me. Pac sampled a lot of my work." He got up and went over to put his bass back on its stand. "Well that makes me feel good. It's so sad what happened."

"I hope it wakes the culture up. That shit didn't have to happen. The media made it even worse."

I put the magazine down on my lap and open my arms for him. He lays down next to me on the sofa, putting his head on my chest. I knew from the look in his eyes he didn't sleep last night. "You didn't go to bed when we hung up last night, did you?"

"I did..for a few hours. What are you reading about?" He picks up the magazine, skimming through it. "Just because you try to change the subject, doesn't mean I'll forget. And it's about you, The Wizard of Paisley Park."

"I'd say I'm more like Willy Wonka." Tossing it on the floor behind him, he leans up, kissing me softly. "Don't flatter yourself Mr. Wonka."

"I'm not. Have you thought about Cancún? It's almost been two weeks."

"When are we going to have time to go to Mexico baby? I have interviews with BET and Essence Magazine next week. You say Emancipation is going to be 36 songs and the band is still rehearsing like crazy. The kids have school five days a week.."