The next few weeks went by without much fan fare or distress, at lest for Prince. For a man who seemed to enjoy the spontaneity of life and the freedom to go from one thing to the next at the drop of a hat, he settled surprisingly well into a routine. Rehearsals started at 10 am sharp every morning and the only person who showed up late those first few weeks was him, on that first day. Everyone in the band settled into a nice groove and I'd usually peak in once a day. Some days he'd see me and they take a short break. Other days they were so caught up no one noticed me, so I'd quietly disappear. Rehearsals were over no later than 8pm, some days sooner, but never later. From there he was off to the studio. Now you'd think after literally hours of rehearsal he'd be tired, exhausted even, but not him. Sometimes he'd find me after rehearsal, but even in those moments it was more like just checking in than anything else. In those moments I was just a pit stop on his way to the studio and I didn't have a problem with that. I wasn't here to interrupt or disturb his creative process. That wasn't what he wanted me here for and I didn't want that either. He'd usually crawl in bed sometime long after I had, cuddling up to me and trying to have simple conversations, but I'd always doze off and he was always be long gone by the time I woke up. That was life around Paisley Park, except Sunday.
Sunday's the place was quiet. No one expect us was allowed inside. Maybe he'd spend a little time in the studio, but for the post part that day was ours. And after a few weeks of this routine I'd become quite comfortable with it. I enjoyed the free time and sense of peace I got having time to take care of my writing and what not during the week. And on this Sunday I was looking forward to another nice, relaxing day, just the two of us. Maybe curl up on the couch and watch a movie, have a quiet breakfast together, or even just talk. Time just for us, sharing space and making memories we could keep tucked away for when we needed them, but it seemed the universe had other plans.
I woke up that Sunday morning catching the slightest glimpse of crisp morning sun coming through the side of the blackout shades over his bedroom windows. Stretching as best I could with his sturdy body pressed against my back, arms around my waist, and his steady sleeping breath brushing against the back of my neck. He was always asleep when I would wake up on Sunday's, a smile slipping across my lips as I lingered on that thought, I loved Sunday's especially for that reason. This was comfortable. This was peace. Resting my hand on top of his, I closed my eyes and listened to his breathing, determined to not wake him. The peaceful quiet around us, and his rest, was shattered as the main phone line to the residence started ringing. I could feel him shifting behind me as as the metallic ringing continued to fill the room. His face nuzzled in closer against my neck telling me he had to intention of stopping the incessant ringing.
"Want me to get the phone?" I hoped my question would inspire him to roll over and do something about the noise coming from his nightstand, but instead it only earned me a half hearted grunt. "Ok, I'll get it." Starting to move his arms from around me.
"No," tightening his grips round my waist, holding me firmly against him, "they'll give up." As if he had made it happen, the ringing stopped. As the silence washed over us, I settled back into his arms and started to drift back to sleep. His nose brushed the back of neck, his breath washing over my exposed shoulder as I his body starting to relax. Just as his breathing returned to its steady, sleep induced state, the quiet was shattered once again by the same ringing. "Damn it!" His voice rough as he rolled over violently. I turned to face him as the sound of the phone being man handled echoed through the room. "There!" Turning back to me with a sleepy smirk on his full lips as his grabbed my waist, pulling my front flush against his.
"What did you do?" A glint appeared in his hazel eyes as I felt all of him starting to wake up.
"Unplugged the phone." He mumbled as those lips came down against mine, first in soft peck, before his hand slid up my body and gripped my hair as our kiss became more passionate. His tongue caressed as mine as our hands roamed over each other. His hand found its way to my right breast which was still covered by my black camisole, I broke away from his kiss, my chest pounding.
"Baby," Resting his forehead against mine our eyes connected, "I need more of this during the week." The words plummeted from my lips before I even knew what I said and in an instant I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I don't want to interfere with how he does things, but in that moment I knew I needed more. More than just passing glances and short late night exchanges. I needed more quiet moments like this, moments that reassured me this was real. A large hand brushed over my cheek as he slowly turned me to my back and moved his body to rest between my thighs.
"Ok." His response so soft I thought for a moment I was hearing things. If not for his continued stare and the barely visible movement of his lips I'd never have guessed he really said a word. There were no other words shared between us as his lips met mine again. His lips traveled the length of my body, searching for each little spot that would reward his search with any reaction, moan and gasps the only response I had for him as he continued to learn my terrain. Finally, after what felt like forever, his tongue met my core causing the loudest moan to rattle through me. His hands gripping down on my hips while his tongue worked against my wet heat. Suddenly my moans were met with the sharp sound of the buzzer from the front door.
"What the fuck?" My words coated in a deep groan.
"They'll go away." His words mumbled as he refused to leave the task at hand. After a few minutes of near constant buzzing I moved away from him.
"They are not leaving," my chest heaving and my clit throbbing, "and I can't come listen to that." Sitting up in bed trying to steady my breath and reign in my frustration.
"I'll take care of it." His words coming off as frustrated as I felt. Dropping a kiss on my lips before getting up and throwing on a pair of black pants and a white dress shirt before storming out the bedroom door. Figuring he'd quickly dismiss whomever had showed up I waited patiently, expecting a quick return. Ten minutes later and I was still anxiously awaiting his return. With a heavy sigh I gave up the wait and finally left our bed. Throwing on a pair of grey cashmere sweatpants, a bra, and a deep purple tank top I headed downstairs. The entire building was quiet, as if I'd suddenly been left alone in this massive complex. I didn't hear an instrument, the whisper of a voice or even the sound of another person breathing. This was quite honestly the eeriest feeling I'd even had. The kitchen, empty. Recording studios, empty. Rehearsal space, empty. Rounding the corner into the first floor sitting room I finally see a sign of life; sitting on one of the overstuffed white couches I was such a fan of, was a woman I was not such a fan of.
"Adrienne?" Her head spun around, her eyes showing surprise in the fact that I was here.
"Oh hi Alexa, I didn't know you were here?" Her voice held the same overly upbeat tone it always did and even with that I couldn't help but feel myself scowl slightly.
"What are you doing here? You know he doesn't want anyone who works for him here on Sunday." She cocked an eyebrow at me, giving me a look like I'd somehow overstepped by simply pointing out the facts as he had laid them out to everyone weeks before.
"Well I guess I could ask you why you're here as well and looking a mess might I add." Her eyes giving me a judgmental glare as she brought her hands up to her hips.
"I don't work for him Adrienne." My frustration was easily seen through the fake smile I had plastered across my face as I was trying to remember why Prince hasn't gotten rid of this woman yet.
"Well as his personal assistant I'm here whenever I need to be. This morning Mr. Nelson called me very concerned about a few things and that's why I'm here." A small laugh shook my chest as I stared into her eyes that were suggesting she knew more about what goes on around here than me.
"Honey I know Prince didn't call you this morning because I've been with him since yesterday." There was a flash of emotion that flew through her eyes and I couldn't quite make it out. I thought she understood I'd been staying here, but maybe not. Taking a step closer to me, she crossed her arms over her exposed cleavage and smirked.
"I didn't say Prince called me, Mr. Nelson called me." My brow furrowed as I tried to figure out who else Prince worked with that would call her with that name. "He was upset that he hasn't been able to reach Prince for some time and said he had urgent business,"That's when it hit me, Mr. Nelson, " so when I couldn't reach Prince this morning I brought him over." The last words that came from her lips rang in my ears like a gunshot.
"You brought John here? Prince's dad?' She only nodded her head with a proud look on her face. She didn't know and the look on her face told me she thought she'd done the right thing. For a moment I felt bad for her, that was until she opened her mouth. "You shouldn't be keeping him from his family Alexa."
"I' not keeping him from anyone." The anger in my voice was unmistakable "Prince knows his dada has been calling and doesn't want to talk to him." Almost in slow motion the smug look on her face started to fall and I swear I could see all the different scenarios running a million miles an hour just behind her eyes.
"I didn't know." Her voice was timid as worry started to spread across her features.
"Obviously. Where are they?" In my head all I could hear were Prince's words from my first weekend here telling me he didn't need me fighting his battles for him.
"I think they went up to the office." Loudly exhaling my deep breath I sainted my eyes at her.
"You sit your ass down here and I'll be back to deal with you." Looking as though she was about to say something, only to reconsider just before I turned and left the room, heading directly for the office. I didn't know exactly what to expect once I got to the office, but my gut feeling told me there was no saving this Sunday.