The security of an executive hotel suite and of being in the arms of a powerful man were a feeling few women simultaneously experienced in life.
Right now, Eva NEEDED that. The divorce had been finalized that morning and so had half of everything she'd earned modeling and working under the WWE banner.
Now, free from the pressures of marital guilt, Eva could make her move. Her power play and she had one person to thank for that. The dead.
Eva watched Prince. He was lounging on his couch, finishing a potion, wearing a jet-black plush robe.
Eva, wore a satin red dress, a benefit to staying indoors tonight. She crossed the room and sat beside Prince. A glass of apple juice in hand.
Prince turned to her, intrepidly wrapping his arm around her and without a word the two kissed.
A warmth invaded her body as he held her tightly, a strange magic within his lips and tongue hynotizing her.
It was time.
With a deep smooch Eva backed, "I have to tell you something."
"What is it?" Prince asked, loosening his embrace and staring into her eyes.
"Promise you won't get mad, please." Eva pleaded innocently.
Prince sighed, "If it's something I should be angry about then let me decide how to feel about it. Unless you're on some Bruce Jenner shit." His hand trailinf from her knee to under her dress.
A moment later, "Convinced yet?" Her face tightening.
"For now," Prince nodded, withdrawing his hand and wet finger and picking up his signature 'Lestat' cocktail (Tomato Juice mixed with sho-chu). "Go ahead, what do you wanna tell me?"
"Before they left, Becky and Christina told me. It's about your brother." Eva inhaled.
Prince sat his glass down. Suddenly serious.
"and Sasha." Eva added.
(Checkmate) Eva thought. From now on The Boss would no longer be a threat to her.
xoxoxo