Chapter 24

                “I feel like I’m dreaming. Every time I think I’m about to have you I gotta hear about someone else having you, buster niggas too! Wassup with that?” Chris has not asked a more serious question to Rihanna before. He needed answers. It took Rihanna a long time to answer she came back

“The same way I gotta see you walkin around with your GIRL…how you think I feel, at this point I feel I’m nothing more than a private FUCK!” Rihanna started walking away he pulled her back, Rihanna was getting upset all over again. Could they ever get this right? She wondered.

“You need time Chris, clearly, whatever it is that you are doing you need time to do it! Everything I do is with you in mind, everything you do is for YOU in mind that’s not fair to me!”

“So you telling me that you want to move on with your life then!” Chris was furious

“That isn’t what I said!!!” Rihanna was furious as well

‘that’s exactly what it sounds like your saying, sounds like your saying Chris I don’t want to be with you I want to be with Drake or Meek Mill and all these other niggas in the game!”

“You HEARD me say that?” Chris was silent looking in the opposite direction of Rihanna trying not to make contact. Rih moved his face towards hers so he could look at her. She called his bluff

“Exactly what the hell I thought! You didn’t hear that! You know that’s not what I said!” Chris continued to stay silent. Their argument progressed while Mel and Mijo were watching movies in the living room, din. It was rather cold in the apartment so Melissa took her blanket from her room to snuggle on the couch. She came back with a comforter and wrapped herself in it and sprawled across the couch. Mijo just looked at her. She saw him staring and asked what was up

“Yesssss Barry, do I have something you want, while your starin”

“Nigga Im lookin at you wrapped up in that blanket and got me freezing”

“Oh, well you weren’t invited soooo-“

“Oh, I get it, you want a nigga to freeze like on some Titanic shit huh, want me just get frost bite why you over there cozy” Melissa started laughing she opened her blanket up and motioned for Mijo to join her under the covers, it didn’t take Mijo but a couple of seconds to hop over to the couch that Melissa was laying on and place himself under the covers with her. Melissa liked Mijo’s company, she had standards and Mijo was not in that bracket, however he was a swooner, a jokster and she loved that about him. He was her comfort zone for the moment.

                Mijo moved Melissa’s body closer to his for two reasons, one he had a strong weakness for a womans body and two he was falling off of the couch. Melissa pretended she was resisting Mijo by pushing away from him, it still didn’t work because as she was pushing away her ass poked out more towards Mijo’s direction. He was up and at em.

                “Damn girl!” Mel looked back at her ass and then at Mijo who was staring at her backside, she giggled and finally allowed the rest of her body to get close to him. Mel turned around towards Mijo and looked into his eyes. She made small talk with him, while they were still wrapped in the covers.

                “How long have we been cool”

                “Shiiiit like what 5 years almost?”

                “Damn man we old as fuck!”

                “Hell yea, we had some good times too…” They started reminiscing.

                “You still cool wit you baby moms?” Melissa asked

                “Mannn, its whatever, I mean we on again off again but right now Mijo got bitches and that’s what it is.” Mel laughed at how blunt Mijo was and how referred to himself in third person. There was a silence among them. Mijo brought something up Mel thought he never would.

                “You remember when me and Chris came to see ya’ll in Barbados n’ shit.” Mel’s eyes lit up.

                “Yerrrrrp, neva forgot.”

                “That was a good night man.”

                “It really was…”

                “You in that blue and white bikini n shit…thighs just like POW.” Melissa was blushing and Mijo was touching her dimples.

                “Theres that smile…” Mijo got close to Mel’s face and Melissa kissed him softly, Mijo went in for the kill and flipped her underneath him, kissing her rough. They were into the moment until they heard a loud thump. They both sighed.

                “I remember our nights got messed up too.”

                “I don’t know what we are going to do with them” They remembered getting kicked out of many places due to Rihanna and Chris. Both Mijo and Mel were older than the pair and a little more mature. They loved their friends dearly but were extremely tired of the games they played. They heard more thumps and started to become concerned.

                “Go check on em.” Melissa urged Mijo. Mijo climbed off of Mel and headed towards the back of Rih’s room, he didn’t even knock he just barged in. He didn’t see shit, but a messy bedroom; he saw Rih’s clothes tossed on the floor along with Chris’ shorts. He yelled out.

                “Ayeeee ya’ll good?” He saw both Rih and Chris’ hands go up in the air from the otherside of the bed. Mijo got it and smiled.

                “Alright fashooo” Mijo left the two at it and went back into the living room were Mel was awaiting on the word.

                “Is everything good?”

                “Yea it is…they must of stopped arguing, they on the floor.” Mel just shook her head and laughed. Mijo picked back up on the mood and fell on top of Melissa. He bit her bottom lip. Melissa was into the moment as well. She kissed him back and swirled her tongue around his nose ring. Mijo was infatuated with Melissa’s thighs he slid one hand in between them to feel how ready she was for him, he moved his hand up and she locked her legs leaving his hand between her legs right were her kitty was waiting. She had a strong grip, so strong that Mijo let out a deep grunt, he was in pain.

                “you don’t wanna let me in, that’s cool, I got another hand” MIjo took his other hand and pushed the back on Mel’s head into him forcing her to kiss him his lips traveled to her collarbone, he made circles with his tongue from left to right. Mel loosened the grip on her thighs, and Mijo slipped two fingers in, he pushed as deep as he could, and Mel let out a groan. She tilt her head back and Mijo pushed up on her, he pushed so hard that the couch flipped and they both fell over. Both laughing at each other the moment was over, they wanted it for the moment but not forever, friendships shouldn’t cross the line. There might be something there but they decided it was better not to go there.

Chris cracked open the door to see what was going on in the living room, he couldn’t see too much but he say Mijo in between Mel’s legs. He called out for Rih who was spralled out on the floor tapped out from the the 5^th hour.

                ‘Ohh shit, babe, they getting it in.” Rih rose up and rolled over to the door, she saw the same thing Chris saw, she started dying laughing as Mijo and Mel struggled to get up from the couch they knocked over. Rih grabbed one of Chris’ sneakers and launched it towards the living room. Both Mijo and Mel saw Chris and Rih peeping from the door.

                “Ya’ll nosy af!!!” Mel yelled. Mijo grabbed Chris shoe and threw it back at Chris and Rih, Chris closed the door before the shoe hit them. They all laughed, it felt like old times.

                The rest of the night was spent cracking jokes, and thinking about back in the day. They had talked themselves into sleep early the next morning. For once in a long time, Chris got good sleep…he was next to the woman who owned his heart. It was hard for him to forget about everything, but he savored the moment, Rih slept good as well, it always starts rough but ends on a good note, there was no place that she had rather be. Mel and Mijo were just as content as before they knew that no matter what they were going to be cool, and if they did need some affection they would make themselves available to each other. Mijo and Rihanna were the first to wake up, they both headed to the patio to roll a morning spliff, they made conversation.

                “I missed you bro.”

                “I missed you too big head…” Rihanna had a lot on her mind and Mijo could tell, he decided to give her the big bro talk.

                “Whats the word.” He asked as he saw something was on her mind

                “Whatchu mean?”

                “You over here thinking hard, I can tell, talk to me.” Rih passed MIjo the blunt and exhaled, she had SO much on her mind which was the problem, she didn’t know where to begin.

                “I love him…”

                “Well shit we know that nigga!”

                “WE know it, but does he?” Rih turned and looked at Mijo, he saw were she was going with the conversation, but Rih continued.

                “That’s your bro, so I know you goin have his back regardless, but is he ready? “

                “Where is all this coming from my nigga, ya’ll was just on the floor last night.”

                “I KNOW, but what does that mean, how I know he didn’t just come to fuck.”

                “Robyn you really believe some shit like that.” Mijo passed the blunt back to Rih.

                “That’s the problem Barry! I don’t know anything anymore, he tells me one thing, he shows me another thing.”

                “You don’t think you do that too?” Rih shot him a look, Mijo wasn’t fazed.

                “Don’t look at me lil nigga you know what im talking about.”

                “Enlighten me.” Mijo took one last puff before he passed back to Rih and he told her.

                ‘You lowkey wit your shit, I peep it you think that nigga don’t? You be putting on all ya lil see through and tight ass clothes walking around these niggas and shit.”

                “What does that mean? Im not fucking ANYBODY hell it’s a struggle to get it from Chris!”

                “Don’t matter, you’re his girl he don’t wanna see or hear about the shit, you do it for attention, ya’ll both tryna out due each other for attention.”

                “But—“ Mijo cut her off

                “If you really sit here and tell me, well he has a girlfriend ima throw you over the balcony my nigga.”

                “HE DOES THOUGH? DOES HE NOT? How am I supposed to feel about that shit man?”

                “You know where his hearts at, but he not goin’ give up that bitch, if he think you messin around wit niggas.”

                “So I’m suppose to stay at home and dress like a nun while I wait for him to decide whether he trusts me or not? Where is the logic in that?!”

                “I can’t make no decisions about what you do, Im just letting you know what that nigga got in his head.”

                “Bullshit clearly.”

                “Ya’ll problem is ya’ll talk a lot but don’t listen, so you don’t know what he doing, he don’t know what you doin.”

                “Maybe, but I’ve reached out to him, over and over again.”

                “Keep reaching out, he’ll get it eventually.” Mijo saw Mel and Chris waking up so he went back inside and left Rih outside with her thoughts. She was even more confused than before, not necessarily about what Chris was feeling, but her own, what did she want to do. Did she want to stay down? Did she want to do her? These were the questions existing. Chris came outside on the patio, Rihanna was laying in her hammock, He walked over to her and kissed her forehead,

“I’m out of here, I’m going to the studio ok?”

“Ok…” Chris moved the hair out of her face and gave her a kiss on her lips, it was getting hard for him to say it but he had to say how he felt.

“I love you Robyn, way more than you know.” That made Rih feel a little better than she was feeling before, She told him she loved him too and she watched him leave she took a long heavy sigh and came back into the living room.

                Mijo and Chris headed back towards his crib and Mijo talked to Chris about him and Rihanna’s prior convo.

                “Talked to her bro”

                “Oh yea, what she talking about.”

                “She talking about she doesn’t think you goin come through.” Chris felt himself getting annoyed quickly.

                “She always throwing shit back on me man, don’t let her try and play victim, she aint innocent, she want a nigga back but doesn’t answer my calls? She tell me she at home but then she partyin with my homie?”

                “Mannnnn, these niggas aint your homies blood!”

                “I know that, I’m just saying, I’m the one who got her on these niggas music, and now she be kickin it with them like those her homies, all they wanna do is fuck her man!”

                “Look I told her all of that, she said she ain’t doing nothing, and she waiting on you.”

                “I’m suppose to believe that?”

                “You know your girl….” Chris thought about it, he KNEW his girl but he had been apart from her for so long he wasn’t 100% sure of what she was doing. There were too many rumors swirling around for her liking. Chris didn’t want to think about it anymore, he quickly changed the subject.

                “Aye tho, what was up wit you and Mel my nigga?!” Mijo started laughing as they pulled up to Chris’ place.

                “Haaa nothing man, we were going to but we didn’t.”

                “I was about to say…”

“What?”

“You already know your baby momma.”

“Im slicker than you lil nigga, whatever I do I don’t get caught up, my name aint CB I don’t gotta have a camera in my face everywhere I go!”

 Chris phone started going off and it was Rihanna. He got happy inside but played it cool. He answered his phone, with a low cool calm and collected voice.

                “Wassup”

                “Hey, you left your jacket over here.”

                “Keep it for me!”

“Alright when you coming back to get it.” Rihanna asked, Chris took it as a double meaning.

“Whenever you want me to come get it.”

“You can GET IT anytime.” Chris smiled from ear to ear, he had plans to be back later on.

                Chris and Mijo chilled at the crib for a little bit, but headed to the studio, Omari was already at the studio he had been in a previous session, he immediately got into a conversation with Chris.

“Aye Chris, I got some shit for you bro.”

“What happened.”

“I talked to my nigga Robert, you know Meek…” Chris already knew it had something to do with Rihanna he just listened but also looked at Mijo.

“What about him”

“He threw yo shawty in one of his songs earlier.”

“What he was sayin?”

“Nothin, he just shouted her out, but I asked that nigga what was up with them.”

“What he say though.” Chris was already expecting the worse

“My nigga didn’t say much just that he on it and that they’ve been talking, she went to the studio with him two nights ago.”

“Word?”

“Im just putting you up on game, I know how it is.” Chris was left with his thoughts, he thought of the night they just had, he was tired of all these niggas talking about her, why was she even hanging around them? She got her own friends, every time she went out someone would let him know, and now she had niggas in the studio shouting her out on songs? Chris locked himself in the booth and recorded a total of 4 songs, Music was his therapy the only way he could get his emotions out. It had been a long night and even with his recording he wasn’t over the information he had been given earlier. He wanted to know exactly what she was doing. He called her, Rih was already headed to NY on her jet. He sounded irate talking to her. He asked her straight forward.

“You fuckin my nigga Meek Mill.” Instead of answering the question she questioned him back

“You called me with that? When did I have time to fuck him?”

“IDK maybe when you went to the studio with him, why you didn’t tell me about that huh? Rihanna became silent.

“Why are you so threatened?”

“Threatened? The FUCK…you could have that nigga man.”

“You right! I COULD have him, but do I want him? Think about that!” She set Chris off

“You can have and probably did have everybody already.” Chris was trying to hurt Rihanna and he did. She had no more words for him, the disrespect was apparent, she didn’t want to hurt anymore and she didn’t want to argue with the man she loved. She cut him short.

                “Chris I can’t with you, BYE.” Chris went to talk more shit but she hung up on him. HE felt a way. He knew she didn’t, but he didn’t know how to tell her how he really felt. HE didn’t even know how he really felt. HE loved her and wanted to be with her, but he had a lot of insecurities from the past, and took them with him in the future. He didn’t know how to handle his emotions with her. He wanted her to save him, but she couldn’t even see that he needed help, her help. He needed her as his security he couldn’t understand that that’s exactly what she was trying to do.

                Chris spent the next three weeks trying to reach out to Rih. He followed her on instagram hoping she would follow back and she didn’t. He recorded three additional songs and sent them to her, no response. He even sent her a couple of pictures of him, no reply. She had moved on with her life, in his eyes, she was treating him like he was see through

                Rihanna needed peace of mind; she needed Chris to understand that it wasn’t ok to treat her the way he was. She knew he loved her, she knew that he had insecurities, but she also had no more fight in her. She tried to show him in every form HOW much she was there for him. He didn’t believe he she didn’t know what to say or do. She had been positive the whole time, she was almost at her breaking point. She wanted to reach out one more time about the whole ordeal, it had now been a month since she had talked to Chris, but she thought about him every day, she promised herself that she wouldn’t talk to him again, but she went back on that. She dialed his number.

The number you are trying to reach is unavailable…She tried to dial the number again, she couldn’t reach him. He was in Australia and she was back in the states she had no idea how to get in contact with him. She DM’d him on twitter and asked him if he changed his number. He replied 3 days later with a simple yup, she spent the next three days in her thoughts, Chris spent the next week and a half in his emotions and thoughts, he never slept and hardly ate. She was on his mind and she was in his heart, but he couldn’t tell her that, she would never believe her. So he continued to move as if he didn’t care. He sent her a DM on his way back to the states, it was a link to a song, he said “GET IT”. Rihanna listened intently to the song…she could feel his heartbeat through the lyrics, he was pouring his heart to her but it was a cold heart, not the warm heart she loved, and would see every once in a while. She needed it 10-fold, not for the moment. She hit him back after the tears, after the heartache after the pain and sorrow she allowed herself to indulge in she manage to give him 140 characters of her heart.

Direct from @rihanna: What can I say! I imagined that you were the person I would be spending my life with. Sometimes I think that giving you space would bring you back to me, but I think that giving you space has pushed your heart away from me. The person who used to love me would NEVER do the things or say the things that you have. Do I love you ofc! That will never change…bt you don’t want me and I deserve better than this! I deserve more than lonely nights and a broken heart! Goodbye Chris! Just know my heart was true. – Robyn

It was 3 in the morning, of course Chris wasn’t sleep, and he was painting, when he heard his phone go off. It was from “his heart” he read her message intently. He got sick to his stomach as he read, this was it for her, and he couldn’t believe what she was saying. He lost the game was over, he had no way of getting in contact with her and the one way he did he wouldn’t do. He had to though, he could and he would. He wrote her back

Robyn! You make me this way!—He deleted it

Robyn! I love you, you’re the only one – He deleted it

Robyn you want to know why I get mad. You want to know why I trip! I fuckin love you man, that’s it and that’s all! No matter what we’ve been through too much and I’m never going to let you go! You’re the only one that knows my fears and my dreams! You are my fear you ARE my dream, your my everything, but I know that I don’t deserve you. Everybody wants you! Your RIHANNA, I don’t want Rihanna I want you…I want Robyn, I love her ….Forever…he read it a thousand times before he pressed that button.

She didn’t sleep either. She got a message from him. She was scared to open but she forced herself too, so much said such short words, but she read it clearly and spoke the words out loud

Direct from @Chrisbrown: “IDGAF”

                It was confirmed for her, for him he immediately thought “FUCK why did I delete”

He called her….

Too Little Too Late

Chapter 23

He knew she was avoiding his calls. She kept her phone on her at all times. He tried to call 3 more times with no answer. He gave up. He looked at his crew in the living room, drinking, smoking and laughing. Why wasn’t he happy? He had no one to talk to. They couldn’t understand what was really going on through his mind. How could they? They weren’t around when he was going through it, but what else did he have. He didn’t have Robyn, hell she wouldn’t even pick up the phone for him. She knew he was calling, it was back to the drawing board, and he was convinced that she didn’t care. He sat back waiting for a call back. He sat in silence.

It was around 12:30am when Rihanna walked into the Greystone manner looking right. She had on a sheer grey top and a sheer black skirt, she kept her look thugged out with her Trapstar skull snapback and her Joyrich letterman jacket. Hand in hand with Melissa she walked into a smoke filled room with music booming from every direction. Rihanna’s hips caught the beat. She made her way right up to the DJ booth and showed the club promoters love. They already knew what to play when Rihanna stepped in. She started shouting the words loud and clear,

I told her meet me in the bathroooooom

I fuck her while the water runnin’

Her friend yelling at the door

And she screaming out I’m cumin!

Rihanna was in her zone dancing and singing every line when she felt a hand on her shoulder, she turned around to find the man himself standing there with his leather jacket and dark shades. She embraced him with a hug and gave him a “bro-handshake” he laughed at her attempts.

“Wassup bruh!”

“Haaa what’s up mamaz how you?”

“GREAT!!!”

“You lookin it…” Meek was subtle but he was looking Rihanna up and down, Rih adored the attention and played upon it. She told Meek to hold on as she walked over to her bodyguard. She took off her jacket knowing that Meek was staring at her Meek outlined her backside with his eyes as she almost left little to the imagination. She was RIHANNA every man’s fantasy and he was indeed fantasizing. Rih saw the smile on Meek’s face and she walked over to the DJ booth and told him to play some 2PAC! She slightly bent over and Meek rose, he and his friend in his pants. She disappeared to go get herself a drink from the bar. She liked to scope out the scenery. In the far corner she saw Drake who gave her a head nod of acknowledgment. She smiled and waved at him. She felt bad for paying him dust for so long but she knew between everything that went down between him and Chris, it would be wrong for her to keep contact with him. Then she thought….Chris she briefly looked on her phone to see that he was calling her, she dialed his number back but before she pressed send she checked her twitter page, straight to his mentions. Many pictures of him and his chick arose and it angered Rih. FUCK IT she said to herself. She made her way back to the DJ booth. She knew there were eyes all over the club so she sent Meek a text asking him what he was getting into after the club, he text her back confirming he was going to the studio, she asked could she come. It was a done deal, she was leaving with Meek.

                “Mel we goin…”

                “Girrrl we goin to go hang wit Meek…”

                “Aaaah! Why???”

                “Please, we don’t got shit to do! I don’t want to go home…”

                “Fine, this better not bite you in the butt.” Rih shot Mel a dirty look. She knew she was looking out for her but Rih needed some space, everything about her place reminded her of Chris, hell EVERYTHING reminded her of Chris, she wanted one night where he didn’t bombard her mind, so she was going to hang with Meek.

                Rihanna slipped out of the backdoor so that she wouldn’t be seen by the paparazzi, she hopped into the Escalade and reached for her phone to see two text messages. One from Chris, and one from Meek.

                Meek: Im at 3122 Vine street Studio B! she replied K. She took a deep breath before she opened Chris’ text and she read.

                Chris: Babe, you the only one that matters! You got a nigga over here going crazy! Pick up your phone. Rih rolled her eyes and smiled, at least she knew he cared, but she wasn’t going to let him know she simply replied back…K. Chris felt his stomach turn, he felt he would never get Rih back. Every time he tried to do right it would always go wrong. Why did she have so much control over him, she took his emotions left right up and down, sad part is she is the only one that could do it. He decided to give her some space. He went into his garage and took out his canvas. He took a small brush and made love to the canvas with black paint. He made an oval shape of an eye, the eye was hollow, he smudged his finger around the eye smearing different colors into the canvas he dabbled in green paint and created a beautiful iris. He kept his finger pressed on the eye leaving his print. Tears filled his own eye he stared for about 3 more minutes and smudged his finger through the eye. Their love was becoming as distant as the smudge mark through the eye, not just any eye, but her eye. He sat on his couch and looked up at the garage top he closed his eyes to dream of what he hopes he hadn’t lost.

                Rihanna walked into Studio B as relaxed as ever, it was only Meek and his engineer, he greeted Rih and Melissa with a hug, although he hugged Rihanna for just a little bit longer. He offered them a seat and water. Meek brought Rih and Mel to ice cold VOSS water bottles;.

                “OH VOSS? Fancy…”

                “What you think just kuz im a Philly nigga I don’t drink VOSS” Meek joked with her. Rihanna laughed and joked back

                “What you tryna boss up?!” Rihanna got up in Meeks face and grabbed the first water bottle and threw it to Mel

                “Haaa! Gaffled you!” Rih tried to grab the second bottle but Meek had a tight grip on it. Rih knew she was getting that bottle that easy but she did know how to get her way. She flashed Meek a smile and poked her ass out. Meek handed her over the water bottle in defeat

                “you lucky you bad…” It was silent for about 5 minutes until Meek’s engineer ran back a track that Meek was working on. Everyone nodded their head.

                “That’s dopeeeee.” Rih exclaimed Meek smiled from ear to ear as he valued such a beautiful woman’s opinion. Melissa liked it as well.

                “What’s it about?” Rih asked.

                “It’s about a tellin’ a female, how shes missing out on the finer things in life, and how she need a nigga to protect her, love her and hold it down for her.”

                “oh word—“

                “YUP”

                “Sounds like you know what the average woman wants, whats your sign”

                “Best sign in the mutha fuckin zodiac: Taurus homie, MAY 6^th BOOM!!!” Rihanna’s mouth dropped and she looked at Melissa, Mel looked at her and shook her head laughing in disbelief. Meek didn’t get it.

                “Whats the problem?” Rih sat back and shook her head.

                “Nothing, I know about ya’ll all too well.”

                “What you had a nigga that was a Taurus?” Meek thought about it and then it hit him

                “Awww my nigga CB, that’s right cuh birthday is like right by mine, that’s wassup!” Rihanna started feeling a way about the whole situation, she started missing him again and asked herself what wads she even doing at this studio, what was she going to accomplish? She knew she wasn’t about to get it in with Meek Mill but she did want the attention he was giving her, it was the same attention Drake had gave her, the same attention a lot of men had given her! She only wanted it from Chris though. They had talked so long it was already 6am. She had to go it was getting light.

                “Look I gotta get out of here, but we need to hit the studio you need to let me get you another hit!”

                “Whatchu say you want me to hit? Oh you a bad gal Ri Ri..”

                “Haaa! Yea right my nigga! Bye!” Rihanna and Mel headed back to the house.

                “Meek is a dope dude!

                “I know right?! Real chill that’s crazy about his B-Day tho!” Rih told Mel

                “I knoooow, you know how ta pick em girlie!” Speaking of which Rih made a notion to call Chris, as soon as she got in the house she called him, making herself sound as tired as possible answered when she heard is voice.

                “Hello…”

                “ h e y” she said trying to sound groggy

“How was your night” she hesitated

“It was ok, I just needed some space and to get some rest…”

“Thought you would’ve gone out.” Rih paused

“nah, stayed.” There was definitely an awkward silence between the two. Chris wanted to see her.

“Im back out here.”

“Oh you are?”

“Yea, I was gonna go out to the club but I wanted to be with you, after you blew a nigga off I just stayed and worked on some paintings.”

“I told you I just needed—-“

“I heard you, but I wanna see you tonight! After I hit Shads party.” Rih didn’t see anything wrong with it.

“Ok…Im going to wait for you!” Chris made Rih smile always it didn’t matter what they went through he always had her running right back to him he was hers and she was his. She screamed for Mel.

                “MELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL” Mel came running down the stairs like a wild person.

                “whaa whaa what happened?!” Mel looked worried. Rih smiled at her.

                “Let’s get tattoos!!!!”

                “That’s what you screaming for ok….”  Rih and Mel headed towards the tattoo parlor

10pm rolled around and Chris and the rest of his crew were on their way to Chris’ brother from another mother Bow Wow’s birthday party. Bow Wow had been Chris’ friend for a long time, he really confided in him when he and Rih had broken up. He never forgot who was there for him. Of course he was going to show up for his bro. He walked into the club and spotted Bow Wow in the corner talking to his off again on again ex-girlfriend Angela. Chris and Rih had many double dates and late nights with the two. It brought back memories for Chris. Bow Wow was turnt up when he saw his brotha.

                “Breezy!”

                “Brooooooooo waddup!!!” It was hard to believe Bow was older than Chris he was almost a foot under Chris. They chopped it up before they hit the VIP section. Chris asked him about Angela.

                “So you back w her?”

                “We coo it is what it is you know.” Bow looked around

                “Who you brought, I heard you doing big TINGS, you hear me big TINGS!” Bow said in his Carribean accent. Chris knew what he was saying.

                “Im here wit Ru, but ima see RiRi when I leave here.”

                “awww shit my nigga I heard that you tryna have yo cake and eat it too.”

                “Watch out my nigga!” They chuckled the whole night. It was live in the VIP room when one more body entered. 

                “My nigga Meek Milllllllly in the building” Bow made in an announcers voice. Meek shook hands wit Bow and Chris, they immediately started engaging in conversation.

                “Yall niggas ready to get on them bikes?” Meek asked

                “I aint fuckin wit you homie! I pull off in the lambo you can have the bike!”

                “Yall niggas shoulda came to the Manor last night, it was some baddieeeees there.”

                “WORD?! You ain’t hit a nigga up tho…”

                “Damn right nigga! I want em to myself.”

                “You Greedy my nigga..”

                “You know my uncles said aint no fun if the homies aint get none!” They were rollin and dancing talkin about all the females at the manor.

                “Yea, I was surprised too Rihanna fine ass came through wit her girl.” Chris was in conversation someone and didn’t hear what Meek said, but Bow played it cool still tryna get info.

                “She was?”

                “Yup she cool as fuck tho we chilled for a minute.” Bow took the information to tell his boy later.

The night was cool by the end everybody was faded as hell including Chris. He hadn’t forgotten his mission later on, he was about to meet up with something special and he couldn’t wait. Bow pulled Chris to the side and told him what was up.

                “So yea Meek over here talkin bout how he was chillin wit yo girl last night at the club.”

                “Who?”

                “Robyn nigga.”

                “Rihanna Robyn?” Bow gave Chris the ‘duh’ look. Chris was puzzled especially since Rih told him she didn’t go out. Now Chris mind was all over the place, he didn’t know what the issue was but he knew that her lying to him was something he knew all too well. He didn’t want go through the motions but he clenched his jaw with anger. He went and found his party Kae, Mijo and Seiko. Mijo could tell something was wrong with him but he decided not to bring it up until he was away from the girls. Chris gave Mijo the keys to his range and told him he’d meet him at the house he was driving the lambo back to his place. He dripped off Kae and Mijo took back Seiko, Chris told the girls they were going to Bow’s after party only for the fellas, and they drove off.

                “Man nigga wait let me drive you drunk as fuck.” Chris and Mijo switched spots and Mijo started driving.

                “Where we going?”

                “Man drive to Robyn motha fuckin house.” Mijo pulled the car over.

                “Man what did she do! Im not here for yall shit tonight, yall on ya own with that.”

                “Just drive nigga.” Mijo drove, but he knew Chris was mad and he knew he was mad at Rihanna. He knew that they were about to argue and he just wanted to sleep. He asked Chris what was wrong again.

                “Yo dickhead what she do.” Chris started ranting

                “So she supposed to be fuckin with me right? Im callin her ass all night like a bitch! Her ass aint answer, then she come this morning talking about I was sleep…”

                “Ok…you act like you wasn’t wit Kae ass.”

                “Nigga that ain’t the point, this black ass nigga Meek come talking about yea I was partyin at the Manor wit Rihanna and that cornball Drake. Like talkin bout she was sexy.”

                “Ok nigga calm down! One everybody call her sexy, the girl is bad…”

                “Two was she wit either one of them niggas.”

                “IDK, but why be sneaky and lie…that’s that shit she be on man..”

                “Look just talk to her calm my nigga don’t go into her house screaming please, you already know how she is.”

                “Im GOOD, ima go in there eat her food then bounce on her ass.” Mijo started laughing, he was hungry too.

                “I know Melissa ass better be up and make me a sandwhich.”

                “Hell yea, cold cut trio my nigga.” Chris had forgot he was mad for a second. They walked into Rih’s place. Melissa opened the door and gave both Mijo and Chris dap.

                “Melissa…” Mijo tried to sweet talk her into making him a sandwich, Melissa already knew what he wanted he went with her to the kitchen. Chris saw Rih’s laptop and hopped on it, he needed her password so he asked Mel.

                “Mel whats Rih’s password.”

                “MARLEY” Chris entered her password and searched the web, he went on the blogs to see if there was any information on Rihanna being at the Greystone Manor with Meek or Drake. Sure enough there was a picture of her. Chris got hot. He looked at her outfit as well. ‘see through’ wtf. He kept searching through the photos. None of her with Drake or Meek, but she was mad that she lied. Rih walked out in a robe on the phone. She was talking to her mom. She walked in front of Chris exposing her thigh; she moved Chris hand to hold her and he wouldn’t. She hung up the phone with her mom and tried to kiss Chris. He wouldn’t kiss back. She saw the lining of his jaw and she knew he was mad. She immediately caught an attitude.

                “What now!” Chris pointed to her laptop and Rihanna dropped her phone.

                “Caught! Yea…” Chris started going off. Rih clapped back

                “Nigga, wait you was just wit your BITCH the other day, and you wanna come at me because I was chillen?”

                “Chillin wit no clothes on btw…”

                “I had on clothes!” Chris brought her computer screen close to her face

                “You call that clothes? No bra, you didn’t have drawers on either huh?” Mijo and Melissa were in the kitchen eating sandwiches looking strangely at Chris and Rih, same shit different day.

                “So what you hiding why you tell me you didn’t go out when you did!”

                “BECAUSE I DON’T HAVE TO TELL YOU WHERE I AM! YOU NOT MY BOYFRIEND.”

                “You right you don’t gotta tell me where you at! I got TMZ and Necole Bitchie for THAT!!!” Chris started walking towards Rih’s bedroom. Rih started screaming behind them, they slammed the door.

                “How long you think they’ll be in there.”

                “2hours”

                “4”

                “BET?”

                “YUP” Mijo and Melissa continued eating. They heard furniture moving and screaming. They ignored it they were accustomed to their bullshit.

                “What do you want Chris? You don’t want me clearly!” Chris was staring at Rih, her robe was almost off from her yelling and moving around the room tossing shit. Chris didn’t even realized how turned on he was by her. He grabbed Rih by her ass and she let out a howl. Chris had no idea what happened, but that wasn’t a happy scream.

                “WTF….”

                “My tatt…” Chris eyes got wide as hell, he knew he had grabbed her ass…

                “You got a tatt on MY ass?” Rih laughed and looked at him

                “Yours?” Chris grabbed her by her hips into him

                “Mines” Rih put her arms around Chris…she kissed him

                “Yours then” He was mad but he couldn’t resist her he laid her down on the bed and turned her around, before he could go on he had to tell her something

                “Robyn, I gotta ask you something, and I gotta tell you something…” She was scaared, she couldn’t take anymore for the night so she asked anticipating the worse answer

“what…” He began.