What would happen if Prince fell in love obsessively with a modest waitress named Missy? And she rejected his advances? Will Prince cross reason and become sick with love?
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March 6th, 1990.
These days, Prince and Missy's joint life was like a fairy tale. Prince, as promised, withdrew the vulgar song and recorded a new song called "Sun of my life". When Missy listened to him sing and play the guitar, she felt the happiest in the world.
— It will always be so — Prince said, looking her straight in the eyes. — You are the most important to me.
She felt his love and it was wonderful! She even learned to ignore his grumble and tantrums. She would give anything to make he always like that - gentle and kind.
Their sex became different - before it was wild fucking, and now ... Prince showed that he relishes her. It was tender love making.
—I love you — Prince moaned, kissing her body and closing his hands on her breasts. — I just want you.
The fact that his appetite for sex was huge. Missy sometimes felt tired of his new ideas for their intercourse, but she was glad that she could please him.
But she was relieved when he made music. Then she could rest from sex with him.
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Missy went to the small kitchen to make sandwiches. She had only green vegetables and dark bread to choose from.
Healthy food, she thought snackily. Now that she lived here, she had to forget her favorite bacon and cream chicken. When she thought about the meat, she suddenly felt sick. She put her hands on the table top and covered her mouth with her hand. She quickly went to the sink and vomited.
Then Charles, Prince's personal chef, entered the kitchen. He looked worried:
— Ma'am, are you alright?
Missy blushed because he saw her vomit. Missy turned around embarrassed and said:
— Yes, I just ate something wrong.
Charles came up to her and put his hand on her shoulder.
— Don't worry, I'll tell the boss.
Missy turned quickly:
— No, do not do that. It's better not to worry about him.
—Miss Tait — Charles looked serious; his tone was paternal. — If it's poisoning, Mr. Nelson must know about it.
Charles withdrew his hand and left. Missy went to the chair and sat on it. Could apple and plain water be harmful? Or a stupid salad? Of course not.
Just ... why has she been vomiting for four days? Is it the fault of food? After all, from which women often vomit could not concern her.
