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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April 28th, 1990, George Michael's Residence, London, England.
George woke up with a slight headache. It was already light outside, and he was lying on the bed on his stomach and in boxer shorts that were uncomfortably wet. George felt terribly cold and got up quickly. Then he saw that Missy was not beside him. Her pillow also disappeared.
Fuck, why she's not here.
George blinked and went to the wardobe, from where he took out a white bathrobe. He founded it and went in search of his wife. Had he and Missy quarreled after returning from his parents? He didn't remember that.
When George entered the kitchen, he saw Missy sitting at the table drinking coffee. She heard the sounds of his bare feet on the tiles and turned quickly. George rubbed his eyes and said:
— Good morning.
Missy didn't answer and pursed her lips. George frowned and touched her shoulder. The girl stiffened.
— Missy — George leaned over her. — What happened? Did we have any unpleasant situation yesterday?
Missy looked at the table and then George looked at her cup of coffee.
— Do not drink it too often — He said gently. — You know. Pregnancy.
Missy was sitting frozen as he patted her cheek.
— Missy, honey — He started tenderly. — What happened?
Then she looked at him. Her eyes were full of fear.
— Don't you remember? — Missy asked quietly.
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— What should I remember? — George pushed back his chair and sat down next to her.— I shouted at you? Did I talk nonsense? I don't remember, I had to drink and ...
— You used to join me — Missy croaked. — I wanted to take a shower and you went in there. You didn't want to let me go and started to touch me. I asked you to stop and then you began to undress.
