I wrote this short story at the beginning of 2020 as an alternate plot to Future Baby Mama. I've kept it a secret. I had so many different original ideas for that story and this was the very first draft starting with only 9 paragraphs. I rewrote it entirely while following the same ideas I had for FBM. I hope you enjoy this beautiful story as it was the start of many stories to come. You'll see many ideas from stories in this one. I'd write a description about what it entails but if you've read Future Baby Mama, you already know the plot...but I'd like to keep it surprising too as this was the start of many ideas to come. Enjoy this beautiful story of Aleena and Prince, just a hairstylist and a musician trying desperately to learn how to receive love from each other.

"Those who seek it achieve it and those who run away get slayed..."~Unknown Prince Rogers Nelson a writer and musician to no one in particular a regular old guy or so you think? He has an obsession an addiction he can't shake....Her.... She haunts his every dream and his every nightmare.... She consumes his thoughts or his ability to formulate right and wrong.... She is his muse his greatest desire.... She also doesn't know he is watching her.... Wanting her.... Obsessing over her.... She doesn't even know he has been calculating for her.... She wouldn't see it coming so he thought.... And she didn't as how can you stop someone you don't know? Join us on this twisted ride of deception, confusion, captivity and love as some people are just too crazy to be sane and too sane not to be crazy...... "What do you want from me?" "Your every fiber starting with your heart....." P.S: Prince is not famous in this one just rich!!! Copyright © 2019 by ScorpionMisfit27 This is an original story. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher. I have the right to report anyone who copies my work.

Naomi is a nurse at Mt. Sinai hospital in Minneapolis, Minnesota when Prince is brought in after collapsing in his kitchen. During his stay, they grow close as she witnesses him go through heartbreak, struggle with his relationship with religion, and trying to deal with the fact that his body is failing him. When he gets out of the hospital, Naomi becomes his in-home nurse as his body is battling a serious infection. It all works out as his body is getting back together and his heart slowly heals. All with Naomi's help.

It's 1984, and Alana Rose Sanchez is a young woman living in Minneapolis, Minnesota as a record store manager; her love for music and pop culture growing everyday, always on the lookout for new innovations that could add to those striking genres. Prince Rogers Nelson is an aspiring musician who has a goal to make it big in the music industry; continously working hard and writing new music that he hopes to one day share with the world, also living in Minneapolis. Watch as the intercession of destiny weaves their pathways into one, the everlasting essences of music and fate coming together to formulate a magnificent bond that is meant to be.

With Prince's love for music, he teaches a class known as musicology that improves and lets students show their love for music. What happens when Prince see's Evelyn's true passion for the love of music and the passion for the piano?

Prince's concern was palpable, his eyes searching mine for a glimpse of the truth that lay hidden beneath the surface. "How's your mom?" he asked, his voice softer now, tinged with a sadness that mirrored my own. As we stood there, the world bustling indifferently around us, Prince's inquiry about my mother hung in the air like a delicate, yet unwelcome, perfume. He knew. Of course, he knew. In a town like Chanhassen, secrets were communal property, shared and whispered with a voracity that left little to the imagination. My mother, with her battles and demons, was a chapter in the town's ongoing saga of tragedy and resilience. I felt his gaze on me, patient and unobtrusive, waiting for me to bridge the chasm his question had created. Yet, all I could do was study my shoes, the cracked pavement beneath them a map of my fragmented reality. The truth was, speaking about my mother felt like navigating a minefield of sorrow and anger, where the slightest misstep could unravel what little composure I managed to hold onto. I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze, my eyes fixated on the cracked pavement beneath my feet. The truth was a heavy burden, one I had carried for far too long. "She's... the same," I murmured, the words tasting bitter on my tongue.

"𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓴." 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷

Audrey, a woman in her mid-40's is extremely bored with the way things were going. Although she has everything she could ever want, a great paying job, good friends, and a wonderful fiancé, she is looking for a little spice to add to her already seemingly perfect life. Since she can't really dance, she figured she would sign up for lessons and surprise her fiancé with her new & improved moves on their wedding day. Things take an interesting turn the moment she locks eyes with her 30 year old dance instructor. Who's pimping who?

(🄵🅄🅃🅄🅁🄴) "ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ʙᴇɪɴ ꜱᴄᴀʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴍᴇ?" ʜᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴏᴡ ʙᴀʀɪᴛᴏɴᴇ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴏꜰᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʟᴜꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴀᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴀʀʟɪᴇʀ. ᴍʏ ᴄᴀᴛ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʜɪꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴍɪʀᴋ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍɪʀᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇꜱ ᴍʏ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ. "ᴄᴍᴏɴ ᴍᴀʀɪ. ɢɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ..." ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴘɪᴀɴᴏ. (🄽🄾🅆) ɪ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴇ'ꜱ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ, ᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱʜɪᴘ ʙʟᴏꜱꜱᴏᴍᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ʜᴏɴᴏʀ. ᴍʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ɪɴꜰᴀᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪᴛ'ʟʟ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴠɪᴄᴇ ɪ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇ ɪɴ ᴏɴ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴏᴄᴄᴀꜱɪᴏɴꜱ. ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ, ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴇꜱꜱ. ʀɪɢʜᴛ?