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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The next day, May 20th, 1990, George Michael's residence, London, England.
George got up with a headache. He sat down on the bed and saw Dave lying next to him, who hugged him around the waist.
Fuck, did I really do that? Did I bring him to our house?
He felt a cold shiver down his spine when the phrase "ours" came to him.
Fuck, if Missy saw it, I'm an idiot. A total idiot.
George took off Dave's hand, who snorted and grunted in his sleep. George stood up and saw that he was naked. He flushed suddenly and saw boxers lying on the floor. He was relieved to see that it was his own and quickly founded it. He also saw a bathrobe, carelessly thrown on the floor. He picked it up and put it on.
Then he left the living room, closing the door quietly behind him. He headed into the matrimonial bedroom in the hope of seeing Missy sleeping. When he came in and saw the empty bed, he felt strong anxiety.
Did Missy see him having sex with Dave and decided to leave him? Did she stay at Elton's house?
George heard Magnus bark as he stood in front of the bathroom door and scratched at it.
— What's up, doggie? — George asked and leaned over the dachshund to stroke him. Magnus barked and then George heard Missy vomit.
God thank you.
—Missy?— George knocked. —Is everything okay?
When he didn't get an answer, he leaned against the wall and waited. Ten minutes passed, and Missy was still in the bathroom. George frowned and knocked again.
—Missy, what's going on?— He asked.
She ignores me, he thought. Then he decided to enter. When he pressed the door handle, he heard her unpleasant tone:
— Get out of here!
George looked at his wife, who was sitting next to the toilet and looked at him angrily.
—It's our bathroom, honey — George said and closed the door.
—Rather yours — Missy replied and picked up the toilet paper. —Nothing is mine in this house.
— Nonsense — George frowned. — You are my wife and everything that is here ...
He didn't finish because he was hit on the forehead with toilet paper. George was amazed - he didn't expect it.
—Do you consider me a wife?— Missy stood up and pointed a finger at him. —And who was unceremoniously embracing the lover? My beloved husband, who if he respected me would not do it in front of me! —Tears rolled down her cheeks. — And you were drinking at home again! Does it even make sense?
