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 6th 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.
Chapter 22 PT 2
She kept staring at him, it was as if she was looking at a stranger but his touch was everything she ever knew. She didn’t want him to stop. She hasn’t known this guy for some time but in the time she knew him he took her to places that she had never been before. She didn’t want to kiss him, she didn’t want to give in to him but at the moment he was the exact energy she needed to flow through her body. He picked her up and placed her on the balcony that was overlooking the California lights. She held on to his shoulders for balance as she was still off scale from the smoke. She got goose bumps up and down her body and he gave her soft kisses to warm her up. He bent her body over the balcony so that her head was hanging over and he kissed her chest. She raised her legs to straddle him to stay secure as she had a fear she would fall. She locked her legs and he held her by her hips. She slowly started grinding into him letting him know she was ready. For a stranger to her body he wasn’t so strange. His warm hands unclamped each of the brackets to her corset. She brought her body back up to look into his eyes. Damn where had he been? She needed him…badly. He carried her and laid her on the penthouse floor. She looked into his eyes like a timid child. He didn’t miss a beat, she brought her knees to her chest he unzipped her thigh-high boots and pulled them off exposing her pecan thighs. He kissed around her thighs and to her knee caps, the thug in him grabbed both of her legs and brought her to him, she giggled at his roughness, it was exactly what she liked. He pulled off her bottom half and exposed her pink see through laced undies. She suddenly because shy and covered her hands over her lady parts. He quickly removed her hands. Rih opened her mouth to say something to her secret lover but he silenced her before she could speak. He took her in without a sound it felt so good like a feeling she hadn’t felt before. She was drowning in the feeling, she held in her screams. Instead of pumping he thrust into her and held the position, she clenched her muscles which aroused him even more; he grew inside of her into a perfect fit. Her body was soaked with love and it was easy for him to ease out, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to stay in her until the sun came up, He slow stroked to show her tender loving passion, Rih didn’t want that, on her it was her night and she wanted to be worked. She scratched at his back to speed it up and go deeper. He scooped Rih off of the floor bringing her body to the glass windows; her body was making an imprint on the glass as her lover smashed her over and over. Her passion was so rough that the window started to crack and as Rih was moving up and down with his strokes her lower back was being cut by the glass, she didn’t feel it. He realized the glass was cracking and moved her off of the wall. He threw her on to the ground; he placed a pillow by her head and slowly pushed her head into the pillow at the same time lifting her ass into the air. He hovered over her and grabbed both of her hands, kissing her neck and her earlobe, at the same time rubbing his member on her back side, She begged and begged for him to take her but he wanted her to break, her begging him turned into moaning and before she could let out her second moan he thrashed into the back of her, he brought her legs from out under her gripping her bouncing her, her face still in the pillow she let out to scream, she moved as he moved the motions got faster as he gave it to her and she threw it back at him, he knew how catch it in mid throw, that’s the way she liked it. He wanted her to get it before him as a special treat to him, he pulled her hair back lifting her up from the pillow she let out a deep moan as she started shaking. He did not let up, he went in deep and she finally collapsed as she panted out his name.
Chris…. He turned around and looked into his eyes as he pushed back her bangs and kissed her forehead. She couldn’t recognize him; Chris had shown her tonight how much he has grown up and that there was no limit to his love. He gave her everything she wanted within a few hours. She knew it was real, she was ready and she felt he was too.
He spent the night with her because he knew he would not see her for a few days as he was headed to Miami and she was headed overseas soon. She really didn’t want him to leave she savored every moment with him. He spent all of Valentine’s Day with her. They never left the hotel. Chris watched her step out of the waterfall designed shower, she picked up her towel and noticed him looking at her naked body she giggled and wrapped the towel around her body. He came out of his dazed and walked behind her and kissed her on her neck, he grabbed her ass and turned her so she was facing towards him. He told her,
“I M-I-S-S-Y-O-U” she mouthed the same he slipped his hands underneath her towel and his hands began to roam her lower half, he knew what spots to touch at all times. He did it to drive her insane, and let her know where it was at.
“I miss this!” She told him boldly, she moved his hands and put her leg up on the balcony as she began to lotion. When she turned back around she saw that Chris was gone. She began putting on her clothes when she noticed a black box with silver trim, she picked it up and shook it, and she didn’t hear anything. She began to UN wrap the trim and she opened the box, there was silver lace covering the treasure she removed it. Her mouth dropped.
“You like it?”
“I love it!”
“I love you.” Rihanna didn’t say another word, she put the present back into its box and she smiled at Chris. They had both fallen in love with each other all over again; when they were together it was all about them. Nothing and no one could come between, that’s the way it had always been. Chris had to catch his flight in a few hours but he didn’t want to leave Rih. He decided to leave to the airport from her hotel. He hopped on the phone and made a call, to Kae.
“Hello”, a muffled voice answered
“Yo are you guys on your way to the airport?”
“I was waiting on you where you are?” He could tell she was holding back tears.
“I’m leaving in 30 minutes, I’ll meet you at the gate, call when your there.” Chris hung up the phone before she could get another word. He felt bad he could hear her crying through the phone. He looked up at Rihanna who was staring at him.
“Off to see your bitch?” she said in a facetious tone. Chris grabbed her by her hips and scooted her on top of him
“Shut up! You’re forever talking shit!” Chris said
“You’re forever doing shit!” Chris kissed her and placed his hands on her ass. He assured her that he wasn’t going anywhere.
“When are we going to record?”
“Depends, your leaving soooo—-“
“Come out there.”
“I am…” Chris looked at her he couldn’t tell if she was serious or if she was playing around.
“For real?” She nodded her head, Chris was astatic. He tickled her with his chin hair by giving her kisses all over her face. She missed this affectionate side of Chris. She was happy when everything wasn’t an argument between the two. She still didn’t like the fact that she didn’t have hi, fully to herself but she had faith in Chris she would wait it out that much longer.
When Chris went to the airport it was around 5am. He was so happy for his past two nights with Rihanna. He loved being in her presence she brought the side out of him that kept him feeling fearless and positive, she kept him feeling like a man. He couldn’t wait to get to connect with her in the studio. HE made his way towards the gate, Karrueche was standing there looking like a lost puppy, her hair was all over the place and she had puffy eyes. Chris didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that he knew she was crying. He knew she wanted to be with him on Valentine’s Day, but he did not regret his night with Robyn. He gave Kae a hug and asked her if she was ok, she lied and said: yes: so Chris didn’t push the issue. He was thankful that she didn’t either. It was a silent plane ride, Chris was into his phone most of the time, talking to Robyn and writing in his phone. He got a phone call from an old stranger.
“Yo Breezy…”
“Hey who dis?”
“Dream…”
“Oh wassup bro what’s good?!” Chris hadn’t fucked with the Dream since he was 17 years old. They had their differences in the past but they both had one thing in common. Their love and respect for Rihanna.
“SO you ready to do this thang for our girl.”
“Yea, anything for her.” Chris still felt away about him and his intentions with Rih. She assured him so many times that he had NOTHING to worry about. Dream was like a brother to her and they had a great musical relationship. Chris left it at that and never brought it up again.
“Alright so where you at?”
“I’m on the plane but I’ll hit u up when I’m out there alright?”
“Alright.” They hung up. Chris played the instrumental in his ears and closed his eyes. What did he want to say? There was so much to say! He thought about all of their times together, and how they made each other feel. The sounds and movements she made every time he touched her. The worst part was waiting for her, but it was worth it every time. His thoughts turned into dreams Chris slept almost the whole way to Miami.
Rihanna arrived about 3 hours later. She headed to Orlando for shopping and to attend the Magic’s basketball game. Her mind was all over the place after the game she headed on a 4hour drive to Miami, in an all-black rented Benz with tented windows, she talked to Chris the whole ride. He wanted her to stay in Miami with him and watch him play at the NBA All Star game, she knew she couldn’t because she had to be in London the next day and furthermore she didn’t like the fact he had extra baggage with him. However she knew that tonight was there night. Love in the studio…
She arrived to Miami around 2 in the morning, she walked into the studio to see Dream, Chris and his two friends, and they all were super turnt up from the bottles about in the room. Chris stumbled over to Rih and gave her a big hug; she started laughing seeing that he was clearly drunk. However he was only pretending,
“Haaa, you good?!” Chris pretended to stumble some more and leaned in to kiss her. She was ready for it but he missed her lips laughing at her.
“I’m off you byeeee” Rihanna started to walk away and he grabbed her by her arms he pointed her in the direction of the booth and walked her in with his hands on her waist walking with her. She entered the booth. It was like old times again, when they use to have late night sessions in the studio harmonizing voices and bodies, 3 years later they were at it again. Chris put the headphones on Rih’s head, he kissed her on the top of her head and whispered to her
“We gonna do this together” It was like they were the only two in the studio, they could see the outside but heard nothing all they heard was each other. Dream cued the beat and they both got into it. Chris pushed up on RIh and she could feel all of him on her backside, she kept giggling into the mic
“I knew you were gunna make me laugh!” Chris and Rih had been frolicking in the booth rather than recording. Dream spoke out.
“Yo time is money, yall in there goo goo ga ga give us that CAKE!!!” Chris whispered in Rih’s ear again.
“This nigga hatin.” Rih pushed her ass harder on him and Chris let out a slight moan, his mind was definitely in the right state to record cake, and so was hers, he cued Dream and the beat rodeback in. Chris spit his line first.
Doggy want the Kitty
Give me a heart attack
Now throw it back and watch me get it
Aint new to this but you the shit
Damn girl your pretty
Blowin out your candles bout to make a couple wishes
They played back the verse, everyone was feeling it, both Chris and Dream suggested that RIh gave a few bars to coincide with Chris’ verse. Rih already had what she was going to say . She told Chris to get out of the booth. She wanted him to see her while she did her part, sure enough he took a front row seat and watched her work.
Remember how you did it?
Remember how you fit it?
If you still wanna kiss it come, ca come and get it! Everyone kept looking at Chris for a facial expression one thing was for sure. He remembered everything and he was feigning for it heavy. Chris was stuck on her line until she shocked him and everyone else in the room
Sweeter than a rice cake! Chris almost fell out of his chair, he knew what she meant and why she said it, but it also gave him a rush, he knew that she was down for him and not willing to let him go. It was exactly what he wanted assurance that he was all hers.
Cake bread sippin! Kill it Tip it CAKE fill it! She continued her part out and when she was done it was total silence from what she could see in the booth. She stepped out and told them to playback. It was played back along with Chris’ verse. Rih sat on Chris’ lap while the whole song was played back. They looked at each other first and turned towards the Dream. He opened his beady eyes as wide as they could be opened and could only manage to say.
“niggggggggggggggggaaaaaaa” Rih and Chris started laughing everyone in the room was in agreement. This song is a HIT! They were ecstatic! They recorded two hits that night, and professed their love to each other the whole night. They were both in a good place. They had two songs together, they knew were each other stood and they knew they had each others heart, but it wouldn’t be long before old wounds were surfaced once more.
“You gotta leave today?” Chris asked Rih as he held on to her in her hotel room
“Chris we go through this same thing everyday, if I could stay in bed all day I would but I have to work…I don’t get to chill like—“ She stopped herself. It was too late he already took it out of context.
“The fuck you mean chill like who? So now you acting like I don’t work?!” Chris saw the argument and didn’t feel like doin it.
“Chris stop..she grabbed for his jaw and brought his lips to hers. He gave her a rough kiss. No passion at all
“So you not goin kiss me back?” Chris clenched his jaw and looked at her. In Chris mind he couldn’t have her the way he wanted her. He needed someone to be with him at all times especially when he wasn’t working. He wanted her to be the one.
“I want you to stay babe…” He said in such a tone that was almost two steps away from begging, Rih loved him, she was giving in and fast. She said seductively
“IF I stay you have to—“ before she could finish her sentence Chris phone went off. RIh saw who it was and immediately her attitude changed. Chris didn’t answer it, but Rih went off.
“Why you need me here, you got your second bitch?” Chris tilt his head back this wasn’t the conversation he wanted to have either!
“Mannnn—-“
“Ain’t no man! You sit and make me feel guilty but shes still calling you, still in the picture?!” Chris didn’t say a word. Rih continued
“To make matters work YOU would actually have me and her here at the same time!” Chria flipped the script on her
“You wasn’t stayin anyway though”
“For what CLEARLY you got your company waiting, it aint my fault I have a job….I cant be underneath ya all day every damn day, but you seem to like that type.”
“I like the type that SHOWS me that they wanna be around me, not just when they want something like the dick…or to hop on a track!” Rihanna had to hold herself from slapping him.
“YOU think I just want that from you? I can go to any of these random dudes! I don’t because you have something they could NEVER get. My bad for thinking you KNEW that!”
“Oh and about the track? Don’t forget you’re the fuckin one who wanted it! If you want me to throw someone else on it?” Chris glared at her. They both shook their heads. They couldn’t win for loosing. This was the game they decided to play each and every time, it was draining and stressful;, they had made a vow long ago that they would forever be in each others lives, but forever seemed like the end between the break up to make ups. They left on bad terms, 2 days of not speaking to each other until her 24th birthday. She didn’t expect him to tweet her or call, but he did, they would forever run back towards to each other. They dropped the remixes for Birthday Cake and Turn Up The Music, overall the reviews were insane, everyone was ready for Rihanna and Chris to reunite. That was their public life, their private life however the one that involved just them was still in turmoil and both still stuck in the mud.
“When do you come back?”
“I come back tomorrow but I need to know what im coming back too?”
“What?”
“Am I coming back to a single man or one that wants his cake and eat it too?”
“Don’t start…”
“Don’t finish Chris…”
“You know what…ill holla” Once again another night of arguing. However she knew they would make up when she got back to L.A the next day. After a long flight she thought she would spend some time with him, new outfits bought, she had her birthday gift from him on and she just wanted to be with her love, regardless of the arguing, he was the only one who could hurt and heal her at the same time. Rihanna didn’t get any phone calls. It was 9 o clock. She called him. He answered.
“Hello…”
“You mad at me still?”
“Naw I had to come back to VA for a week so I can finish this CS.”
“Ooooh, missed you!”
“Missed you too babe” his voice got lower, but Rih could hear the background. A squeaky female voice.
“Chris you want two pieces or 3?” Rihanna knew who it was and she snapped.
“FUCK OUTTA HERE, you got her at your house?!”
“Robyn…”
“No FUCK YOU! YOU got her at your house, COOKIN and waitin on you hand and foot? Keep that shit nigga!”
“Robyn—“ She hung up on him. He called and she hung up again, she wasn’t here for him on this night. Every thought she had in her head deceased, he was playing with her emotions and fucking up her head, she couldn’t deal. Her phone rang again, this time from another number, still assuming that Chris was calling her, she was prepared to give him a Bajan fuckdown! She answered to find a different voice.
“Yo wassup mamas?”
“who dis?”
“check you out hood!!” RIh knew who it was
“hahaha, is this Meek?”
“you know it! You back in town, I saw you on twitter doin yo thang in shit”
“Yea, im back tryna figure out if I should sleep or get into some trouble.”
”come get in trouble…”
“where?”
“wit me….Greystone im in there”
“Oh you checkin for my spot?” Meek laughed as he continued to flirt with RIh
“I wanna see you dancing and shit to my songs, I still don’t believe you know tha words.”
“HA!”
“So wassup you down ?”
“Ill see wassup if you see me there you see me there.”
“Maybe you will….maybe you won’t.”
“Keep me guessin #1” She got off the phone with Meek contemplating. Should she go or should she stay. Two text messages from Chris both telling her to call back, she decided against it. She got up and looked for an outfit. If he was doing him, it was time she got out and did her. Nothing wrong with partying, she loved Chris no doubt, but using her energy to go back and forth over an issue that had a simple solution was not what she wanted to do tonight. Only one thing on her mind ….#THUGLIFE
#1LOVE in my heart, but my minds sayin’ #THUGLIFE
Chapter 22
Chris paced down the hall towards the back gate of his car, out of frustration and confusion he knuckled up and socked the light post in front of the building. He looked at his hand which bled, but he felt nothing. He couldn’t feel anything, everything was numb to him. He was in a state of letting go, letting go of hope, dreams and love. He sat in his car and looked at her building he shook his head as he drove off. Life with Robyn, life without Robyn, both disturbed him. He refused to not have her in his life. She was the key to his true happiness. He got a warm feeling every time he would be around her. The same feeling he had when he first met her, she had been the only girl who could ever captivate every part of him, keeping the feeling alive, but he was tired. Chris was giving up on fighting for a battle that he felt at this point couldn’t be won. There were a lot of people who were in love in the world, doesn’t mean they got very far. He thought of all the greatest loves in the world. Romeo and Juliet, Bonnie and Clyde, Jack and Rose, Cleopatra and Marc Anthony, he likened their love to those couples. All willing to go through the fire for the one who stole their heart, but those couples DIED. He didn’t want him and Robyn to die.
Chris headed to the studio to clear his head and heart. His friends were all waiting for him. Kae was waiting for him as well. As soon as Chris walked into the studio the look on his eyes said it all. His closest friends knew what the problem was but didn’t dare to ask him about it. They just supported whatever decision he made.
‘You alright bro?” Twon said to Chris.
‘Yea, a nigga just tired that’s all.” Chris responded. He sat on the couch that planted in the studio room, he laid out as his listened to his boy Omari drop bars in the booth. Kae walked over to Chris. She moved his leg as she sat down on the couch. She looked at him with much sorrow in her eyes. She knew that his heart was hurting and she wanted to be there for him, but she knew that as much as she wanted to give him, he couldn’t even give a third back. Chris looked at her, he gave her a fake smile and reached in for a hug. Kae savored the moment as she knew that it may or may not last. It was taking a toll on her as well as him.
Every time Chris phone would go off he would check to see, hoping that Robyn had texted him. She didn’t. He checked twitter to see a hoist of rants and song lyrics from her, mainly by his nemesis Drake. He thought to himself, ‘shes doing this shit on purpose’ He became hot and tossed his phone face down on his stomach. He closed his eyes for about two seconds before realizing Kae was staring at him. She didn’t know what irritated him with his phone but she knew that things were about to change. She prayed she wasn’t a part of it.
The next day, Rih woke up eyes still puffy from crying all night. She only cried when she couldn’t take anymore. She considered herself a strong individual who could handle anything. She couldn’t handle this; she couldn’t handle her heart turning on her. She thought of life without Chris, truly without him, more checkups, not seeing him ever in life again, never feeling his warm embrace, and never touching him again. She couldn’t take, she knew what she wanted and who made her happy, and she knew that nobody could come close to making her feel 1/3rd of the way Chris made her feel. He could do it without trying. She knew it, he knew it. She wasn’t a lesser and she refused to lose to someone who wasn’t even in competition with her.
She looked at her phone and sent him a short message. ‘Good morning’ she couldn’t help herself. She regretted texting him, but she was more curious to see what his response would be. He immediately texted back saying ‘sup’. She already didn’t like his response but she decided to by-pass it and keep the conversation going. ‘call’ About 10 minutes later he did, RIh stared at the phone but didn’t answer, she didn’t want to seem like she was running to his every beck and call, this irritated Chris since she asked him to call her. He called two more times. Rihanna finally picked up on the last ring, Chris was already on his way to hanging up, and he caught her voice.
“Hey…”
“So, you ask me to call you and then don’t pick up your phone? Ok I’m done.”
“I wasn’t by my phone.”
“Bullshit, how do you ask me to call and not be by your phone? That makes no sense, especially since you always have it with you.”
‘Chris…” She paused. Chris hated and loved it at the same time; she was taking his emotions on a rollercoaster AGAIN.
‘Man, Robyn what’s up.”
“You should have come back…” Now Chris paused. He was looking to come back, he didn’t get sleep because all he was thinking about was Robyn and the fact that she wasn’t with him. Then he remembered.
“I would have come back but it seems you were too occupied with DRAKE I didn’t want to disturb.” Rih gave a coy smile, she knew she cared, she laughed a little. Chris found NOTHING funny.
“Why do you keep doing this to me?!” Chris asked.
“Same argument, everyday! I don’t know what you want me to do or SAY!!! I’m giving you everything, I’m here and you know this!! So explain to ME why aren’t you here…it’s not because of ME! Rihanna shot back
Chris had no comeback. He knew what she was saying, without her really saying what she wanted to say. She continued.
“You never want to hear the truth when I give it to you. You aren’t ready, you know I love you! Yet you walk around with someone else and expect me to be OK?!
“Ok I wasn’t ok with all the shit YOU did, walking around on the beach wit ol’ dude letting him feel on what’s suppose to be promised to ME? So how the fuck can you complain?!
“This isn’t about what was its about WHAT IS…you tell me to prove how much I love you and I DO. All day every fuckin’ day! You want your cake and eat it too….I’m not second to ANYBODY, so DO YOU HOMIE!!! She hung up the phone.
This is the game they played, every time. She was exhausted from it mentally and physically. He began not to care, he could let go of it ALL, except her. He wanted her and needed her, but he also needed simplicity, he knew nothing was simple when it comes to Robyn. Chris called her back; she picked up on the first ring.
“Yes.”
“ Look, I’m going to Greystone Manor tonight…”
“Me and Mel were going too.”
“Cool, I’ll see you?”
“Ok…” That was confirmation for both of them that they had stopped the beef. For the moment, Melissa came in the room to see Rih staring at her ended call and she already knew who she had got off the phone with.
“What now??”
‘He is going to Greystone tonight…” Melissa started laughing as she knew she was about to show out.
“Oh gosh! Soooo….what are you wearing.” Rih got up from the bed and scrimmaged through her clothes. She pulled out a sheer black monokini cut leotard. She held it up to Melissa.
‘THIS!” It’s what women did when they wanted to make a statement, a statement of being bad, fierce and untouchable. She laid out the leotard on the bed and pulled out her jeans, chanel conductor hat.
‘YOU CRAY…” Melissa wasn’t lying; Rihanna was crazy, crazy in love.
The night came like a thief in the night and Chris and posse found them at the Greystone Manor. As he walked into the club full of smoke, his cronies Karrueche and Seiko followed close behind hand in hand. In Chris’ mind he came alone. They made their way to the VIP area some of Chris boys were already at the table tossing up drinks and dancing to the DJ’s spins. Chris said what up to his crew and showed everyone love. Just to be cordial the crew spoke to the ladies who were behind Chris. Seiko was the first to speak. Kae shy and timid barely spoke. It was an awkward moment. Seiko and Kae excuse themselves from the area for a ‘bathroom check’. Paying no mind Chris continued to chill his boys. Within the hour a crowd swarmed to the front entrance of the club. At first Chris paid no mind to what was going downstairs but he did see a figure making its way up the stairs to his section. He knew it was, he could smell her from across the room. Karrueche and Seiko were coming out of the bathroom but couldn’t make their way back to VIP. An entourage braced past them and their eyes were fixated on what was their biggest competition and fear. She paid dust as she walked past them, her walk her outfit her body said it all. She was the woman in charge and any lesser could take a seat. She walked up the stairs to her table; she pulled off her leather jacket exposing the upper half of her body. His eyes kept staring and his mouth dropped. He saw her she put one leg on the chair as she posed to tie her shoe. He kept staring. She freshened her red lipstick and *snap snap snap* pictures were being taken. He couldn’t stop staring.
“He is staring at youuuuu.” Mel whispered in Rihanna’s ear. Rihanna smiled on the inside because her plan was working. She had saw two females walk to Chris table and her and Mel looked at each other and chuckled.
“please….” Rihanna said in a sarcastic tone. Just then she heard the DJ shout her out!
“SHOUTOUT TO THE BADDEST IN THE ROOM RIGHT NOW! RIH RIH WE SEE YOU UP TOP BABY!!!”
Rihanna stood up so that the crowd below saw her, just then ‘Rack City; by Tyga started playing and It was a wrap from there. Rihanna moving her body to the baseline, clapping to the beat and popping her ass for the whole club to see, Chris let her have her moment, he enjoyed the moment. He was outlining her body with his eyes, she knew he was staring but that was her plan. She wanted to be within the crowd so she grabbed Melissa by the hand and scurried off down the stairs. The sounds of Meek Mill playing through the speakers in the crowd she blended in with the other party goers. Chris and his boys made their way down the stairs as well to join the crowd; both parties were acting crazy and having a good time. Chris stood up on a post from the club to check out the scene…he was watching her. He took out his phone to tweet the only thing he could manage to say was
“can’t stop lookin” he never did. The two never spoke words in the club but their eyes said everything that needed to be said. It was only a matter of time before they would be free.
‘What a crazy night” Rih tweeted as she sprawled out on her bed around 4am. She had so much fun, she felt liberated, and something she had needed for a while. She felt good seeing him as well, him watching her. She text with him until around 7am before she knocked out. Next week would be hell week. As one of the most important moments in both of their lives were coming. The 2012 Grammy awards, this would be the first time that they were at the same event. The event which started the never ending hell hole both had been trapped in for 3 years. She was ready for it, backlash and all, she was in it 100 percent.
The Grammys were the talk of the week, and both Chris and Rihanna seemed to be the spectacle of it all. So much innuendo running around between the media, the fans and even production working the event, Rihanna thought it was mind blowing how many people cared to give an opinion on what she was doing in her personal life. She text Chris.
“I will live for the day, I can eat a BIG MAC with you in peace! “ Chris replied back
“WORD…” Chris chuckled at his text. It is the exact thing he loved about Robyn, they were always at the same place at the same time mentally. He wanted to see her, just wanted to be in her presence he proposed.
‘You got time for me at all today? Before or after rehearsal?’ Rihanna playfully replied back
‘You’ll have to talk to my assistant Jenn…she will have to get back to you…’
‘Oh for sure! Im over it’
‘I have rehearsal at Sony studios at 2…stage 24’ Rihanna replied, giving Chris the green light to come.
“Alright, I’ll be there.” The giddy feelings were coming back to her. He was definitely the only one that could make her feel that way.
It was already 3:30 and Rihanna was well into rehearsals, it was close rehearsal so the only people around were her crew and dancers. Rihanna peered out into distance to see 2 figures sitting in the back of the studio. A big guy, and a slender one. She could only make out a green hoodie and a adidas logo. She knew it was. As she prepared for another run-through she asked one of her dancers to do her a favor.
“Mikeeeeeey come over here!”
“Do me a favor, can you tell Chris to go to stage 9 ill come after this run through.” Mikey and a couple of other dancers knew what was going on. They didn’t care, it was her life, a couple of them tried out and danced with Chris back in the day. They knew him well. Mikey walked to the back of the studio without being noticed and said what up to Chris and his friend.
‘Wassup Mikey!” Chris stood up and gave him dap
‘Wassup Breezy, how you livin?”
“Good, good—how long ya’ll got?”
“This is the last run through—RiRi said she’ll meet you by stage 9.”
“O alright for sure – good lookin’” Mikey went back to rehearsals and Chris walked over to stage 9. He waited about an hour for Robyn as he stood with his boy Omari. Omari saw some of the dancers exiting the other stages, so he knew she was coming.
‘Yo I think, she about to come out…” Chris stood up and saw her… She signaled for Chris to go around the back way. She dropped the Key to her trailer on the ground and kept walking. Omari picked the key up and Chris had already made his way to the trailer. Chris went in through the front. Rihanna went in through the back. Omari told Chris he would be on the lookout for any paps or others who may have saw him, and just call him whenever he was done. Chris made his way to the back of the trailer and walked right into Rihanna who was sitting down tired from rehearsing all day. She looked up at him and immediately smiled; he closed the connecting door behind him and grabbed Rih by her arms pulling him into her. He held her for a long while. She wrapped her arms around him and swayed he nuzzled her nose with his as they engaged in animal kisses. Rih bit his nose and let go of his embrace. She sat back down. Chris lifted her back up and sat down in her spot and placing her on his lap. She opened a chocolate bar, she had been craving all day. Chris started swirling his tongue around her shoulder blade giving her sweet tender kisses. A warm sensation shot up Rih’s spine; she turned to him and offered some of her chocolate. Chris did not hesitate. He bit into the chocolate bar and ate it slowly making sure she saw. She whiped the corner of his mouth off and kissed him. She laughed at his attempt to be ‘sexy’ she laughed because he didn’t need to try. A text from her phone went off and it was Chris song ‘Turn Up the Music’ Rihanna started singing along pretending the chocolate bar was a mic play singing to Chris. He laughed at her and she laughed back saying to him, ‘O you don’t like my remix?’ Chris came out of his laughter, and stared at her.
“You wanna get on it?” Rihanna dead stopped laughing. She looked at Chris
“You serious?” Chris had never been more serious with her.
“Hop on my song…” Rihanna paused. Everything was real at this moment more so than what it had ever been. The statement she wanted to make for more than a year was so close from happening. She was more than down, she wanted to take it to the extreme.
“Only if…” she gave Chris a seductive smile.
‘Only if what…?’ Rihanna turned around to straddle Chris, he didn’t understand where she was going but he wanted the ride. He held her by her hips and she grazed her hands up and down his shoulders. She put her arms around him massaging the back of his head and got real close to his face.
“Hop on mine…” Chris thinking sexually gripped Rihanna’s legs assuming she wanted to be broken off. She stopped him. She said it slow.
‘HOP-ON-MY- SONG.” He looked up at her…with a puzzled face.
“What song?” She whispered in his ear ‘cake cake cake cake’, Chris smiled from ear to ear and looked up at Rihanna who had a look of approval on her face he embraced her in another warm hug and told her he loved her. This was it.
The week was a blur, the night to remember was here, and the night was over shadowed by a tragic event that affected the music world at its finest. All in all it made Rihanna realize how much he meant to her. How she wouldn’t be able to deal if she were to ever wake up and he not be there. She took it worse than him, but he spent the night with her just to ensure her he wasn’t going anywhere he was forever hers and vice versa. It was a crazy night for Chris as well. He had been pummeled by the industry for 3 years and going. There were days he wanted to end it all, trying to live in a world that could care less about you. A industry that will love you today hate you tomorrow and forever punish you for mistakes and life lessons. 3 years, he kept his head up, but there were plenty of nights he drowned in his loneliness. When the people closest to you abandon you because the people around them say you’re a bad choice. Those whom you thought were your friends leave you because of what you lost. Friends surround themselves around you for what they can gain and leave your dry. He had dealt with that fro 3 years. Only three things kept Chris going, his love for music, his fans and his love for Robyn. He was the reason his heart beat at a face pace and she was the reason his heart ached. He couldn’t picture her not being around, she was the struggle, but he knew that when he woke up in the morning she was on his mind. When he went to sleep she was on his mind. She wasn’t easy to let go. He could have almost any woman he wanted and he had been through plenty OF women, but Robyn’s name never let up from his heart, it was planted within the deep veins and was there to stay. She was the inspiration to his feelings, because he had given her control of them. Some call it possession, obsession and depression. He had no words for it…only Robyn. 3 years had passed it was Grammy night both Chris and Rihanna had watched each others performances from backstage. There were a lot of eyes on the two and they didn’t want to
become a bigger deal than they already were on this night. Their families were there to support them. Rihanna already one two awards for collaborations she done with Kanye West. Chris had already lost 2
of the 3 awards and already felt like going home. The industry was bound to do him shady again. He was headed out to the dressing room. Rihanna saw him from a far…she text wondering what was wrong.
“Hey, where are you going? Your category is coming up!” Chris wanted
to cry as he texted,
“You already know, they brought me here to boost ratings and embarrass me!”
“Chris, get back out there! You never know you have to have faith
pray! I prayed for you..and for us!”
“Easy for you to talk, you hop on a track and snatch one up!” Rihanna took offense.
“I work hard too!” Chris knew she took his words the wrong way.
”Robyn that’s not what I meant, I’m saying everything you touch is
going to be a hit and your going to get recognized for it…everything
I touch is a hit and these niggas bring up our PERSONAL shit!”
“Learn to ignore! They are going to keep saying it! We don’t owe
anybody anything! Your a winner and you know it! Your MY winner and I
love you!” Chris needed to her that, from her. He was beginning to see
how little Rihanna’s fame meant to her at that moment, he felt that
feeling for so long.
“I love you too!” He walked back towards the back of the stage, his
category was being announced….he prayed at that very moment.
and the Grammy for best R&B album goes too…….
His heart beat.
Her heart beat.
He closed his eyes.
She held her breath.
He kissed his wing pendant and said to himself ‘I love you’
THE WINNER IS: CHRIS BROWN F.A.M.E
Chris lost the feeling in his knees he couldn’t believe it! He accepted his award with complete shock. He didn’t have a speech prepared all he knew was that God answered prayers and this was a long
time coming. Finally he had redeemed himself in the public eye; he was granted an award based on his WORK and not his personal life and mistakes from the past. He thanked God, the Grammy committee and most importantly his fans. Rihanna was so happy for him she knew how much
he deserved this. The rest of the night was a spec in the sand for the two pair. Rihanna had other events lined up after the show, and Chris had to celebrate with his crew. The two congratulated each other and
went on about their night.
Rihanna woke up the next morning and it dawned on her, ‘I’m about to be 24!’ She would have a private party later on in the nights she would be overseas soon. She wanted to spend time with her loved ones. She wanted to spend time with Chris. She had invited him weeks
in advance but within their hundreds of arguments it wasn’t clear whether he was going or not. She texted him and called him multiple times but no one answered the phone. She didn’t want to let it get her down. She figured he was out celebrating his win and that, he may have forgot. She decided to let him have his time with the people he felt was most important, if she fell in that category he would come
through. She spent majority of her day shopping and spending time with her brothers. Family was still most important to her. She was out with her brother Rorrey, they had grown closer than ever over the years. They both were stubborn and hard headed but when the time came for
them to come together. They always had each other’s back. They were
shopping in silence as Rihanna was looking at a couple of corset tops for her party. Rorrey had some questions to ask hoping he would get straight answers.
“Soooo, Chris…” Rihanna stopped and looked up at Rorrey, she never
thought she would hear Rorrey say Chris name. He hated him, she
listened.
“Is he coming out tonight?” Rorrey asked.
“I’m not sure, I invited him but…you never know with Chris.” Rorrey
mumbled under his breath. Rihanna thought she heard what he said but wasn’t sure. She laughed.
“What was that???”
“You heard me, he BETTER show up!” Rihanna smiled. Rorrey smiled back.
He wanted his sister happy. That’s what was important. However, Chris
still didn’t answer his phone.
Chris had been occupied all day, searching for gifts, for Robyn he neglected to look at his phone, he finally saw she had called numerous amounts of times. He’d rather surprise her. He didn’t answer.
Rihanna took her time getting ready. It’s always good to be fashionably late! Mel and Jenn were already at the plaza looking at the set up. Everything was beautiful. Candles lit, chocolate cupcakes with white
frosting and the Barbadian flag. The hall had flavor that they knew Rih would approve of. So many friends showed up. Personal and industry, Katy Perry, Bruno Mars, Big Sean were among the few. Her
best friends were there and her dancers. All of the people Rihanna loved.
Almost.
Rihanna walked downstairs in a off white corset, ripped jean shorts and her thigh high Louboutin boots. her hair in a chiffon bun and pink lipstick to match her nails. She looked like a doll. She walked into
the party dancing! She couldn’t believe the set up it was amazing. She was like a kid in the candy store. She couldn’t take two steps without someone snatching her up for a hug. She saw her father there. It made her tear up. Her and her father had their ups and downs, but she WAS his child. He meant the most to her. About an hour into the party and she was off of 4 shots already. She was having the time of her life. One of the party go-ers whispered into her ear that there was a problem outside and her assistance was needed. She was hoping it wasn’t a fight. She walked outside to see Chris standing with his hands in his pocket and face turned up. He smiled when he saw her. She ran up to him and he swung her around in a circle.
‘Happy Birthday Robyn’ Chris said lovingly in her ear as he kissed her neck. He let her go and she looked at him.
‘I’m so glad you cameeee.” Rihanna grabbed Chris hand to bring him into the party. He didn’t move. She looked back at him.
“Let go?!” Chris was starting to back out. Rihanna pulled Chris close to her and asked what was wrong. She already knew. She didn’t want people to take pictures of him and start stories. He didn’t want people to stare at him, he didn’t want to be made spectacle. Rihanna reassured him.
“Your here for ME. You’re here because I want you to BE here…so come be with me. INSIDE!” Chris did want to be with her. He let go of his doubts and walked in hand in hand with Rih. As soon as he walked in everybody smiled and seemed to be happy he was there. Chris shy and timidly sat in a corner. Rihanna catered to him making sure he was as comfortable as possible.
‘Do you want anything to eat?”
‘I’m good…”
“You sure baby?” Chris adored her tending to him.
“yea enjoy your party I’m gonna chill…” Rihanna didn’t want to leave him but so many people were pulling her away, she told him she would come back. Chris sat by his lonesome for about 45 minutes into the party when Bruno Mars walked over to him.
“Hey bro, why you not out there on the floor wit ya girl?”
“I’m chillin dawg that’s all.” Bruno like everyone else in the industry knew all about the dramatics involving Chris Brown and Rihanna, but as someone who would like to call themselves a peer slash friend he gave Chris some encouragement.
“Look bro, we all been through shit, you me and the next man, but fuck what everyone has to say. Live life and love.” Bruno Mars got up into an electric slide train on the dance floor. The tunes switched from old school to Caribbean calypso tunes, Rihanna slow whine her hips over in Chris’ direction almost begging him to get up.
“Please?” She gave him a sad puppy dog face that he couldn’t resist. He got up and danced with her. Everyone stopped to stare at Chris and Rih dance. Everyone admired Chris dance moves. He took her by her hands and turned her around while she grind her backside up on his body. It seemed like forever when the tunes changed yet again Chris went to go sit back down and Rih went off with Katy. Chris saw a tall shadow coming towards his way. It was Rorrey. There was an awkward moment between the two, as they had not spoken since 2010 and their last words weren’t pretty. Both men stood up face to face standing the same height. Chris didn’t know whether he was going to have to defend himself or not but he was ready. Instead to his surprise Rorrey gave him a hug.
“Take care of my sis, she love you.” Chris gave Rorrey a handshake and told Chris that his dad wanted to talk to him. Chris was nervous as ever. Ronald Fenty was the last person he wanted to come across at her party. Chris walked with Rorrey towards the patio passing Rihanna who reached out to Chris.
‘Where are you guys going.” Chris mouthed to her ‘your dad’ Rihanna’s mouthed dropped. She saw her dad Rorrey and Chris standing on the patio. She ran over to Mel.
“Whyyyy is Chris outside with my dad! And Ro!” Melissa looked and saw Chris standing outside in a huddle with Rorrey and Ronald. She looked puzzled but told her best friend to keep her cool.
“It’s probably a good thing! RELAX!’ Just then Rihanna’s heart stopped. She saw Her father give Chris a hug and a manly pat on the back. Her father grabbed both Chris and Rorrey by the neck, like a father would do his son after a good pep talk. The trio walked back inside the party just in time for Rihanna’s cake to be brought out. The catering brought out a cake in the shape of a spliff with a half naked Rihanna straddling it. Rihanna shrieked she LOVED it. Champagne and cigars were passed out to everyone at the party and soft drums beat as the room filled with thick grey clouds. Two were becoming one as almost everyone in the room was coupled up with someone, whether it was a friend or a lover the birthday celebration began to transform into Valentine’s Day. Icing was placed on Rihanna’s nose but when she turned around she saw no one in sight. She didn’t see her father, her brother, her best friends, she didn’t even see Chris. She thought she was hallucinating. Jenn came up to her and told her she had a gift waiting for her on penthouse rooftop. Rihanna was curious so she made her way up the glass elevator that took her straight to the rooftop. She stepped off the elevator into a glass house filled with 24 candles. A red velvet pillow with a single cupcake standing on it, she looked to see #1LOVE written on the icing. She saw her rose pedals sprawled across the room. She was amazed and looking for a clue. Rihanna suddenly saw darkness. She had been blinded but wasn’t scared. She felt familiar hands around her, she smelt a familiar smell and felt safe with familiar lips pressed against her face. She said nothing, but felt everything. A whisper ‘happy birthday’ followed by a kiss, another whisper ‘iloveyou’, followed by another kiss, she didn’t want to be blinded anymore. She asked politely as she was becoming weak, by the love she was receiving.
“Take it off” the fabric blinding her was removed and she turned around to see who she already knew was behind her.
She turned around to see her love….but it wasn’t him….he wasn’t there.
TBC………PT 2 coming J
Chapter 21
He knew she was coming, she was coming and he was anxious to see her. He wondered why she hadn’t called him yet. Her flight was arriving at 4pm yet her phone was off. He thought she reneged seeing as their conversation ended on a sore note. A couple hours past as he decided he would head to the studio. Enough of the waiting “if she comes then she comes, if not I’m not sweating it” The studio was home for Chris it was the only place where he was free to say what he wanted to say. His dreams, nightmares, deepest emotions were to be spoken in his melodic box, his studio. His album was on its way to being completed he just needed his last touches. He wanted to work with his main crew, Kevin McCall, Amber Streeter, but he also wanted that old thing back. Aster Roth, Ester Dean etc
He was already working on his 4th hour in the studio, not even realizing that his phone was ringing off the hook. He looked to see who he had a missed call from.
6 from Karrueche
2 from Mijo
4 from Robyn
1 VM. Chris first called Kae back, he made his conversation short as he wanted to know if Rihanna had landed yet. He told her that he would be in the studio majority of the night. Although she wanted to spend time with him she had no choice but to spend her night alone.
Chris then called Mijo who wanted to tell him that Robyn called his phone looking for him. He thanked him for looking out. Mijo was a silent gun. Never said a work, but never missed a short. Loyalty was all he knew and he would be there for his boy no matter what.
Next he dialed Rihanna’s number with a smile wondering where she had been. Her flight was supposed to land hours ago. After a couple of rings he heard her sweet voice answer from the other end.
‘Hello” he answered back in a mellow voice.
“Hey” She was smiling on her end as well.
“Hey…guess who’s here.”
‘It better be you…” Chris said anxiously, Rihanna started laughing, she knew that he had been waiting for her and she couldn’t wait to see him either. She felt so positive about everything at the moment.
‘Where are you at?”
‘Im at the studio…”
“Ok did you want to meet me at my condo or…”
“I want you to come to the studio.”
“You sure, Who’s there…”
‘That doesn’t matter, just come.”
“Okay.”
“Okay…” Rihanna made her way down to the studio, with her wet curly hair, a grey hoodie that said TRAPSTAR on it with a matching snapback. She had her shades covering her face so she couldn’t be seen. She made her way to the 3rd level of the building where she knew all of Chris’ studio sessions took place. She couldn’t hear a sound. She saw a sign on the door that said CHRIS BROWN she pushed the buzzer. She didn’t know why she was nervous, but she had butterflies in her stomach. She missed him so much, but she didn’t know who was on that other side of the door. It was a new year though, and she was no longer hiding. A voice answered through the speaker.
‘Who is it?”
‘Um, Robyn…” The door unlocked and Rihanna went inside. She stood amongst familiar faces. People who had been with Rihanna and Chris from the beginning when they were together, they all stared at Rihanna she saw some faces who at one point in time dogged her. Those same people were looking at her as if they had seen a ghost. There was only one person on her mind. One person that she cared about and she didn’t see him in sight. They knew why she was there. They knew she was coming. Chris’ cousin Twon spoke up.
“Ima go get your boy.” About 3 minutes later she saw him. With his plain white V neck shirt and his grey sweats. He smiled ear to ear as he saw her standing in front of him. Just as beautiful as she was when he left her. He walked up and gave her a bear hug lifting her off of the ground. She had her arms around him and they swayed side to side. Neither one of them wanted to let go. They never did. He let her down and held her by the hips. She kept a smile on her face as she looked into those eyes she loved so much. She showed him the bag she brought with her and the gifts she brought for him. He took a sweatshirt out of the bag that said “Trapstar” along with a red snapback he put the snapback on and looked at her for approval. “Perfect” she mouthed to him. He signaled his friends that he would be back. He exited with Rihanna as they walked down a secluded always. He pushed her up against the wall. She grabbed his face and brought it to hers and gave him a deep passionate kiss. He couldn’t help but to roam his hands on her body from her shoulders down to the small of her back bringing her waist into him. They were caught up in the moment, unaware of the glass window to the left of them. This was their moment that they wanted to keep forever. They let go of each other with her legs shaking as she was overwhelmed with emotions she didn’t know how to feel. Her dreams once again becoming reality but it was much different this time. Perhaps because she knew she was ready, she knew she was ready to love him fully and she wasn’t turning back, not now not ever. He knew it too; he knew it was real.
There moment turned into an endless night of love making and fuck fest galore. In the midst of it a picture frame was crack and a chair dissembled. That’s how he liked it, that’s how she wanted it. They both turned their phones off caught up into their fantasy-turned realities. Rihanna sparked a spliff as she lay out on the couch with nothing more than his t-shirt with his head perched on her lap as the aroma and taste of her pure goodness put him to sleep. She inhaled and exhaled forming her tongue and blowing into a heart shape. She laughed at her amazing talents she picked up on. Her laughter and movement woke him, he looked up to see 106 and Park on as they played his single with Fat Joe. Rihanna did not realize Chris had awoke she was so mesmerized looking at the video. She paid close attention to video and also the words that she never heard before.
‘I’m talking Janet, maybe Kim-K, I heard Rihanna…she like it Kin-kaaay” It was like she felt his breath on her, his tongue his melody his song, and he was, she looked down to see Chris singing to her golden flower as he gave her another round of his taste buds. Rihanna tossed her head back and puffed, she felt Chris head coming up her shirt, his tongue swirling up her body. She put out the blunt and poked her head underneath his shirt meeting him in the fabric. He could taste the green on her lips she could taste herself on his. Both breathing like they were on their last breath the two came out of the shirt staring at each other in silence. Rihanna got up and walked right past Chris Who smacked her on her ass and grabbed her thighs, he brought her back on the couch with him and she brought her forehead to his,
“Not going to let me go?” She asked as he still had a grip on her legs
‘Never…’ She knew what he meant by that. She kissed him.
They never turned their phones back on. Karrueche hadn’t talked to Chris since New Years and she couldn’t understand why. She confided in her friends as they went shopping on Melrose.
“Kae you need to have fun, it’s my birthday and will be dammed if your upset!”
Kae dialed Chris number
“Kae….Kae…..KARRUECHE!”
“What wait hold on…” She dialed Chris over again, with no response. In the store she played close attention to what the radio was saying.
-Next up on Big Boy’s neighborhood, rumors flying that Chris Brown and Rihanna are rekindling their romance and are back together….
Karrueche stopped in her tracks. She knew Rihanna was back in LA as she overheard a conversation with Marquis and Twon, however she was nervous about the fact she hadn’t seen or heard from Chris in almost 4 days. She kept pushing it out of her mind, but she couldn’t ignore the fact that Chris was still in love with her. She was at a loss. Her friends caught what was announced on the radio and tried to assure their friend that it was nothing more than false speculations.
“Kae don’t listen to that nonsense, he isn’t thinking about that girl…”
“Yea, his phone is going to voicemail right? Ok so his phone is off…”
‘Low Battery…” Karrueche wasn’t buying that but she faked the funk for the sake of keeping sane
“Yea, low battery.”
He watched Rihanna sleep for about 30 minutes before he woke her up.
“Babe, I want you to hear this song….” Moaning and groaning she didn’t want to hear anything but sheets and pillows.
“Can it waiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit???” Chris gave her the puppy dog look in hopes to make her laugh and of course it worked. She couldn’t resist him.
He picked her up out of bed and sat her on the dresser, rubbing on his favorite part of her body her legs he told her to get dressed.
“Were we going?!!!”
“The studio, come on…” Rihanna threw on some of his sweats and an oversized hoodie. The rolled incognito to the studio, as the two entered the building, singer Jill Scott was coming out. She saw the two walking in together laughing. She walked right up to both of them and said nothing more than
‘Love is beautiful-“
‘This is beautiful-“
‘This is love-“she smiled at Chris and then smiled at Rihanna, they watched her walk out of the building and then they smiled at each other. They were alone in the studio and he told her to sit in the engineer chair….She watched him enter his second home and his second love the microphone. He told her to hit the play button and listen she did as he recorded over his own vocals. Her heart sank as she heard the words.
so much light in the city you won’t believe,
Been awake some days now no time to sleep,
if ur heart ever fell out this love is the bed
,
tell me what is the music inside my head, Rihanna looked at him with so much love, she was more in love with him at this moment than she ever had been. She was dreaming and she didn’t want to be woken up, apparently, neither did he
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up.. Chris came out of the booth and Rihanna almost couldn’t speak
“It was…..beautiful….” Chris replied to her
‘It’s how I really feel.” There was nothing stopping these two. It was official at that moment and they both felt great about it. They spent hours in the studio messing around and recording, he had her do some background vocals too some of his songs, by the time they were through it was already 7am. They both agreed to leave out of different exits since it was light and they would be easily spotted. Chris turned on his phone to see 20 missed calls and 7 voice messages. He looked on twitter to check his DM’s. He saw one tweet from Kae, that made him think,
“Apologies don’t fix broken hearts.” Chris was a good dude and he felt bad for leaving her behind, but Chris had to follow his heart, he couldn’t live his life day to day and be without Rihanna, he refused to move on without her, he didn’t want to hurt Kae, she was a good girl but she wasn’t ready for him or his life, she never said a word about anything he did. He needed a strong woman who could hold her own, Rih had that. He needed a woman who wasn’t afraid to go against him, Rih did that, he needed a woman who could drive him crazy with one touch, and Rihanna was all of those things. He couldn’t hide that from Kae he had to let her go. Then he thought about Rihanna. This isn’t the first time things have gone great with her and as great as it was, his heart still sore from the past. He needed time to think. Not about what he was going to do but about how. He didn’t want to hurt Karrueche, he couldn’t hurt Rihanna. He had to let them both go to get the one he truly loved back. When Chris is with Robyn he looses himself, there is no control and that is the hardest part about loving someone wholeheartedly there is no control. For that he needed time so that he could be the man that she wanted and that she could be the woman he needed. He met up with her later to discuss.
“Robyn, we need to talk.” Rihanna’s face went from smiles to concern, she had been made alive again and she wasn’t sure what Chris was about to tell her, but with his face in his palm and sorrow in her eyes she knew that it couldn’t be great.
“What…”
‘I can’t do this.” Chris held his head down
‘WHAT…”
“I can’t do this, LIKE THIS…” Rihanna didn’t understand, she had everything in order and she came too far for him to retract.
“What are you talking about, are you serious?”
“I love you to death, I want to be with you and YOU only, I don’t want to have to sneak somewhere to see you, or to have people cover for us, I want you whenever.”
“o….k you have me.”
“Just give me time….give me time to break it off completely….”
‘How much MORE time are we going to NEED?!! Time is not stopping its speeding up the longer we wait the more we lose—“
‘The time wasted this much is not because of ME….” The same argument resurfaced
“We are not going through this anymore, OK, I love you, you love me and that’s all we need and I’ve shown you that this is all I need!”
“Ok and you said that to me before Robyn, and then next thing I know-“
“Fuck outta here, you’re not about to mess with my head.” Rihanna was about to cry she turned away from Chris and his heart was breaking to see her do it. He held her and talked directly in her ear.
“Baby listen, I’m not giving my love to anybody else. Just give me time and I promise.” She didn’t want to wait, but she knew at this point that was going to be the only way they made this work.
“I don’t, want to but , I’m going to….” He kissed her and she didn’t let go of his lips. She held on to him all the way to the door. She shook her head as he told her he loved her once more. He left. Rihanna took a glass sitting on her table stand and threw it at the wall it shattered into a million pieces just like her heart at that moment. The tables have turned and she had no choice but to………….wait.
Love Love Love in spite of….
Chapter 20
It had been almost a month and his words still traveled through her mind. “Just @ me.” There’s nothing more she wanted to do. As time progressed true colors of her friends, fam and fans came out.
Rihanna’s family would support her no matter what. They knew where her heart was, she knew her mother, brothers and grandma were her back bone and if all else failed home is where she could return. She didn’t talk to all of her friends about her feelings, however her girls knew. They had been there for the angry text messages, the phone calls, the daydreaming, crying the whole 9. They knew how stubborn their girl was and how they could pretty much tell her anything and she would do the
exact opposite, it had always been that way. Her most trusted Melissa, let her know that what was most important was her happiness, and to live for herself and no one else. Rihanna’s fans were a whole other ball park. They stood by her through the hardest time of her life. They bought her CD’s, went to her shows, build her empire, but what is an empire if the ruler is un-happy. This is something her fans couldn’t understand, or didn’t care to understand. 90+ shows all around the world, 6 albums, several awards and much success. Rihanna had her fans to thank for that and she would never forget that, but she took herself out of the lime light and looked at the picture from the outside. Could she have made this same success if she would have followed her heart? Probably…she didn’t look at fame the same way. It would fade this is something she knew, but even with all the fans by her side they couldn’t be with her off the stage, in her personal life and at night when she laid her head on her pillow. She missed
that more than anything, she had been lying to herself telling herself she could maintain without that, but the holidays were coming, and there is only one place and one person she wanted to be with. She
thought to herself again “Just @ me”…..
Life just wasn’t the same for Chris. He was tired of the same shit every day. He never thought at 22 he would hear so much hate and ridicule towards him. Nobody knew what he was really like because a
story about him was being made every day. All walls were up towards everybody, even his mother, he just wanted to wake up one day and no one have anything to say about what he does in his life.
”Are you coming out here.” Joyce called her son and asked.
“For the last time YES I’m coming……” Chris annoyingly replied
“I’m just asking, before I clean out this room for you.”
“You don’t need to, ima stay at Marquis house…”
“What so you’re not going to stay HERE?!”
”Look mama I gotta go, I’ll see when we get out there…”
”Who is WE, Son I pray you’re not bringing all of your friends out here,
when you should be with your FAMILY!” Joyce was about to lose her
Christianity she could see Chris slipping from in front of her eyes.
“Look this is WHY I’m staying at Keeis house, I don’t want to hear this, I love you ill talk to you later.” Chris hung up on his mother. In his 22 years of living Chris has never hung up on his mother, or
talk to her in the way he just did. He didn’t think about calling her back, because for the moment, he cared about NOTHING.
Miss Joyce was taken aback by what just happened. She knew he was going through something that even she couldn’t help him with. It was his battle, him and God, all she could do is pray, pray for her son,
pray that God would deliver him from the company he was around, and pray that happiness would soon find its way to the boy she loves so much. She walked past the decorated tree, looking at Christmas
pictures from years before. The smile on Chris face was priceless. She missed that smile, and the person next to him, that he would hold and chase after, she missed her too. She got a notation to call.
After a few rings a familiar sweet voice picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hi Robyn……” Rihanna’s heart skipped, she would know this persons
voice any time any day…she smiled through the phone
“Hi Mom!” It warmed Joyce heart to hear her call her mom.
“I just wanted to check on you, it’s the holidays so I’m calling all
the loved ones.”
“Yes everything is ok…last night was the end of my tour I’m in NYC
right now, ill be going home tonight.”
“Awwww, that’s so sweet is how is your mother and fam?”
“Everybody is good…healthy and you guys?”
”We are blessed; waiting for Chris to come back he’s bringing his
entourage with him.” Rihanna could hear detest in Joyce voice she
let out a soft laugh.
“You know your son; he has to be amongst people.”
“Not in my house!!!” Rihanna let out a louder laugh…
“Well I won’t hold you lady…I just wanted you to know I was thinking
about you…”
“Alright mom, have a merry Xmas I will talk to you soon”
“Love yo—” Rihanna accidently hung up before she let Joyce finish her
sentence, she felt bad….on her phone she scrolled to her twitter
page to see a RT from Joyce
@mombreezy HELLO LADY I MISS YOU AND LOVE YOU!!!!!! YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!!!
Rihanna knew and smiled, she simply subbed back
@rihanna: Miss+Love u 2
Joyce saw this and it made her heart rejoice even more, she knew that
soon there would be sunshine to the rain.
It was later that evening that Chris saw RT’s on his twitter timeline from his mom and Rihanna. His mom always thought Rihanna was the best for him. Not because of her beauty or fame but her personality. She felt Chris and Rihanna complimented each other very well. She knew
that Chris would have to live his life; but like most mothers she wanted the person he would choose to be with to be one who could not only hold him down, but hold herself down as well. Joyce seen Chris
bring home multitudes of women, and she always knew none of them could
compare to Rih. Her opinion hadn’t changed. Chris felt that he needed to call his mom and apologize for hanging up on her, he never meant to disrespect her. He wouldn’t be where he is without the support of his mother, she was sincerely the only one who has been there through it all with him, he would never forget that. He called but no answer, he called again and Joyce answered on the last ring.
“Momma, I’m sorry for earlier, I love you…there is no one I put above you ever and I will never miss a holiday for you. Ima always be here for you.” Tears were forming down Joyce face, she knew Chris
didn’t mean it, it looked like God answered her prayers sooner than
she thought.
“No need to say anything, you know that I’m always here to support you
angel.”
There was a silence between the mother and son “How is Robyn?” Chris asked his mom seeing the tweets from earlier.
“She sounds like she’s doing well.”
“That’s good.” Joyce was frank with her son.
“Don’t you miss….” Chris cut her off with a sigh
“Not now please….” Joyce let it go
“Ok, I will let it go….but I do miss her….” after a long pause Chris came to grips with his feelings
”I do too, I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
“I love you momma.”
“I love you too Chris.” Chris got off the phone with his mother
As much as Chris tried to ignore the bullshit of the media and of his haters and some fans; he wondered to himself, what it that they were seeing. They weren’t with him every day of his personal life. They didn’t know what he goes through they are just outsiders looking in. They wanted him to be what they wanted. A rebel without a cause. Chris was over it, but he looked around him, he saw the people who had been with him for the past year. Right now in this moment as he looked at them they all were there but with no faces, Chris had replaced them in his mind with names. He analyzed the real reason why they were around him. He saw what everyone else saw….he knew which direction he needed to turn! He pictured himself going down that path alone. He didn’t want to be alone, nobody wants to be lonely. Chris was a strong believer of Actions over words, so until he saw not 100% action but 200% he wouldn’t risk it. It killed him too because he wanted nothing more than to travel down that path with her. Again stuffing those bitter-sweet memories into a drawer he continued his night with those who WERE around him.
Christmas just isn’t the same without you…they both received the same text. They both stared at their inner thoughts through each other’s mind. He missed her, she needed him, and they were miles apart with nothing but open road between them. Yet still being held back by doubts and fears she was here and he there. Nonetheless, the love between the two would never leave. Chris was surrounded by his friends his family and even the one who’s duty is to fill a hole that hasn’t been covered up. No luck, her heart beat was imprinted in his soul and the spirit of the holidays made the sound louder. He couldn’t deny home is where the heart is. Home just isn’t the same without her present. Rihanna surrounded by love ones could who only wanted what was best for her. They fully supported every decision she would choose to make. Whether they agreed or not, the path to understanding was not so far from Rihanna. It was within arm’s reach. What scared her the most is she couldn’t control her ability to grab it. When hearts and mind collide there is no stop and go, no red and green light just gravity pushing her through the tunnel with an awaiting light ahead.
Miami was the place to be and before she knew it Rihanna had found herself trotting a long south beach to her hotel to get ready for Diddy’s New Years Eve CIROC party. It was the end of 2011. A year which she would never forget, the love the lost the gain and the power she would learn about herself and those around her. Diddy had been a good friend to both her and Chris. He even tried to rekindle their romance in 2009 when they first split. She was forever grateful for his attempt and would never miss a chance to live up the night with him. She knew her love was not far, the night was a blur. A half an hour away until midnight, she was leaving 2011 with no regrets. Feeling fearless as ever as she grooved with her phone in her left and drink in her right, she received a text message from her estranged lover, the best words she could ever read.
“A new year to life, a new year to love, a new year for us…forever together even though separate when I am counting down not just for the new year, but for the moment when I hold you and never let you go.”
No tears formed, but a genuine smile. Right on time the music played she heard the techno beat with the only voice that could melt her heart in the background singing “Beautiful People” Yes 2011 was just the end of the beginning.
Three minutes until midnight and Club Pure was rocking. Chris was living it up with his crew in his 3 piece suit and his shades the world was in his palm and he was ready to start his new year off right. He looked to the left and right to see his homeboys toasting away on his dime. He knew that changes would be made soon enough, but tonight he was going to live it like it was truly his last, mainly because it was. He looked out in the crowd it was 59 seconds left….48……32……20……10…..he could hear her voice
9…….she could hear his
8……..
7…….
6…….
5…….
4……
3…….
2……
1……HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He looked at his Franck Muller watch that she had given him and she held on to her chain that he had given her. New year, new life, new love, new them…
Don’t make your 1st week your 53rd week……..
Chapter 19
The smoke filled the room. She brought back the blunt to her soft moist deep red colored lips. As she inhaled her neck sunk in and her collarbone protruded. The same spot he would so tenderly press his lips to was now goosebump ridden as the ice around her heart covered her body.
Tears were streaming down her face and her hair was a mess. Sitting in her corner listening to the words: “So cry if you need to, but I cant stay to watch you.. that’s the wrong thing to do…”, ”I need someone different…”
Drake’s words were speaking volumes with Rih. He spoke her every emotion. Rih was banging her head against the wall figuratively wondering how she let herself get this far. Why was she holding on to what clearly wasn’t happening.
She exhaled a puff of smoke. On her phone with her thumbs shaking, she scrolled over the number 1, which was his speed dial. She pushed the button with struggle; she wanted to get everything off her chest while she had the courage to. She wanted to let him know that no matter what he said, she was here. She was going to STAY here, and he would have to deal. That’s the way it was and the way it would be.
She wanted to tell him that he has hurt her time and time again, and that even though it is him who has broke her heart, he is the only one that could mend it… But, no answer.
She resorted to her twitter page to DM him. Countless messages appeared to Rihanna, pictures of him and his toy strolling around. Rih rolled her eyes and blew another puff of smoke as she enlarged the picture. The chain she bought him for his birthday, the his and her rings he wore, she herself had on his match. The Frank Mueller black watch that she gave as a gift. She remembered that night such a beautiful night. She zoomed out of the picture to see that the person standing next to him wasn’t her, and hasn’t been her for a long time.
She was single, so why isn’t he?! Rihanna’s thoughts troubled her and she became overwhelmed — with love, and with pain, and with the real thought that Chris wasn’t waiting for her. She put out her swish and stood up.
Looking around the room her walls were closing in. She could look left or right with the same results. She reached her arms out with hopes that she could grab her heart from him and she couldn’t. He wasn’t there to give it to her. He drove her crazy; it wasn’t over, she didn’t want it to be.
Still pacing around the room she called him again. One call turned into two which turned into three and four. Finally on the fourth call on the 6th ring she decided to hang up. Immediately her phone started ringing: it was Chris.
She answered in such a demanding way. “Um HELLO”
In a groggy whisper he answered back “Yea… what’s goin on… are you ok?”
Disregarding the fact that Chris was clearly asleep she began to let off into her emotions taking them out on him. “What the hell, where have you been you sit here and —”
Chris cut her off. “Robyn. Get off my line with this BULLSHIT. What is wrong…”
“You, everything about you I can’t believe I answered this phone.”
Chris was confused annoyed and getting angry all at once. “Yoooo YOU CALLED ME, WHAT THE FUCK?! You been blowing me up while I’m fucking asleep… not only am I asleep, but you got me thinking something is wrong and you cussing me out?! You’re insane!”
Rihanna was feeding into his annoyance and, in some twisted way, was enjoying it. She continued taking him on an up and down rollercoaster. She was feeling some kind of way and needed him to feel it too.
Chris was over the games but Rihanna wasn’t done. “I’m insane?! No I’m perfectly sane nigga! I’m tired of your shit not caring and doing dumb shit and I look like a fool every fuckin time!” By this time Rihanna’s Bajan ways had come out as he could hardly understand what she was saying… ”Cawblah he walking round wid dat sheep dere!!”
Chris didn’t know where all of this was coming from but he wasn’t having it. Not tonight and not any nights to come.
He cut her off in mid rant. ”What?! SINCE WHEN DID I NOT CARE? Matterfact don’t even speak. Ima let you have your thoughts. Goodbye Robyn!”
Before she could say anything else he hung up on her.
She was breathing heavily and she threw her phone on the ground. What was going on? Why was she acting like this? She immediately started tweeting everything she was feeling while she listened to Drake’s Album.
She tweeted until her hands cramped and her eyes went low. In her mind she’s thinking “Fuck love”… but in her heart all she could say was “FUCK it I’m in love”. That’s exactly what she was, in love.
Chris couldn’t go back to sleep, his blood was boiling. He knew he shouldn’t have called her. Everyday it was something new and he was over the whole situation.
He grabbed the keys to his lambo. He leaned the seat all the way back and turned on the car. With no where to go he leaned back with a sigh. He hopped on twitter to discreetly see what was going on. Of course he scrolled to Rihanna’s page which was drowning in Drake lyrics, which was the first thing to piss him off.
“She will never learn” he said to himself. She knew what she was doing, and he knew why she was doing it. He wasn’t giving her the attention she used to. She was getting to him. She made the simplest things so complicated.
“BULLSHIT” he said to himself, throwing his phone to the side of him and closing his eyes. He spent the rest of the night in his car erasing Rihanna from his mind.
Rihanna felt sick to her stomach the next day. Her friends and crew could see she wasn’t herself. Although not in depth, they knew Rihanna was going through an emotional time. They wanted to be there for her but did not know how —Rihanna had to be the most stubborn person they knew. All they could do is sit an watch. They talked amongst themselves.
“Yo is she ok?”
“Naw I don’t think she is, I heard her spazzing last night”
“By herself? Or—”
“No, it sounded like she was on the phone with Chris, I just kept hearing ‘I don’t care’ and ‘You don’t care’ and she called him a ‘rasshole’.”
Everyones eyes got big they could see it in Rihannas performance and in her voice. Much was weighing her down. “I’m going to talk to her.” One of her dancers K.D exclaimed. Everyone was against it but she made her way over to Rih who was sitting on the edge of the stage in deep thought.
“Robbbbs.” Rihanna didn’t want to be bothered but she loved her team, they were like family.
“Hey K.D what’s a gwan?!”
“Nothingggg, I was checking up on you. You alright?”
Rihanna hesitated. The only thing she kept private was her contact with Chris, everyone had their views and she didn’t want to hear any of them. “Uhhhm I’m ok.” She forced a smile.
K.D gave her the “your bullshitting look” but accepted it.
As she walked away Rih called her back. She couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m NOT ok.” Rihanna put her head down and the room was spinning. K.D could see she was not ok at all.
“Look Robyn, I’m not one to give advice on love… but I do know that if you want something you have to go GET it.”
“But—”
K.D cut her off, ”Even if it means you have to put a little more effort than him.”
Rihanna thought long and heavy about what she said. “How am I to make an effort if he isn’t reciprocating?”
“Talk to him… nothing wrong with conversation.”
Rihanna looked at her phone. She didn’t know how well the conversation was going to go with their last night outburst. However, she put all of that to the side and dialed his number.
Chris was smoking with his boys Mijo, Markeeis, Godfrey and Rob and also Seiko and Karrueche. As he rotated the spliff he saw his phone going off. He looked at the sceen as ROBYN popped up. He thought to put his phone back in his pocket but he stepped out of the roatation into another room. He answered although he didn’t have much to say to her. “Yup”
With the sweetest voice ever Rihanna replied. “What are you doing…”
“Living.” Chris said blandly.
Rihanna was trying to bypass his tone. She came up with a lie just to see his reaction. “I’m going to be back out there in a few days.”
Chris wasn’t impressed. “Oh ok, what you goin do… visit one of your niggas? Drake wack ass or somethin?”
That hurt Rihanna to the fullest she went off. “FUCK you nigga! I’m done!”
Chris lashed back “You BEEN done.” They both hung up.
Chris threw his phone, Rih threw her phone both of them screaming at the top of their lungs. He grabbed his keys to his Range Rover and told Mijo to roll with him. He looked heated and everyone saw. Keeis invited himself but Chris didn’t stop him. They all hopped in his truck and drove off. “Brodie, what got u mad?” Keeis looked at his ‘cousin’ Chris didn’t say anything but just kept driving and driving around the neighborhood with no purpose.
Mijo in fear that Chris was going to drive them all off the cliff demanded Chris pulled over. “Ayo my nigga pull over….”
Chris kept driving. “Pull OVER…”
Chris ignored him in more rage he sped up. Mijo snapped. “Blood PULL OVER THIS GOT DAMN CAR.”
Chris saw Mijo was concerned and at the same time dead serious. He slowed up the car and pulled onto a residential street where some of Keeis side chicks stayed. Showing no real concern. Keeis took this opportunity to get out the car. “Bro I got cho back, you my cuz, but you aint finna take my precious life, not yet! Ill holla… stay true.” Keeis hopped out the car and started walking towards one of his girls house.
Chris wouldn’t look at Mijo. He kept staring at the steering wheel and Mijo started talking. “Elevate mentality…”
Chris looked at him.
“Look down at the top and look above at the bottom.”
Chris was trying to understand what Mijo was saying to him. Sometimes he was too deep.
“Look Bro there is doors… and there is locks. If someone’s showing you to a door and its locked then what…”
“Can’t get in…” Chris replied.
“Right…now if a mutha fucka got tha door open for you why is that?”
“Because they want to let you in…” Chris looked at Mijo and realized what he was saying without even saying it.
Chris waited for Rihanna for so long. Sleepless nights, depression, broken heart, broken soul, broken mind. She’s now opening his door and he’s scared to go through. Chris was scared to see what was on the other side of the door. Because he went through that door before and he was alone. Left by himself to sulk in his own misery. Who’s to say he walks through her door and he won’t be alone again? Who’s to say she won’t close the door before he even walks through?
“But—”
Mijo cut him off. “If you wait on the but… you’ll be assed out.”
“I need a sign”
“You’ll see one bro.”
“The sat in silence for about 5 minutes before deciding to go into the house where Keeis was at. As they were walking in they were greeted by smoke and half naked groupies. Pool parties in the winter, that’s Cali for you.
They went into the back house where Keeis and his homies were at, sorrounded by females. Chris stopped in his tracks. He heard words he hadn’t heard before from a voice he knew so well.
“Suck my cockiness lick my persuaaaasion” — Chris heard the beat get louder and the voice become distinct. He lingered upon her every word, with the girls singing in the background.
“Noooo oneee cannn do youuuu the wayyyy that I dooo, boooy I wannnnnnt Yoooooooou— I love it I love it I love it when you eat it.”
Mijo looked and Chris who looked at him and Mijo exclaimed to him. “Signs bro signs…”
Chris heard nothing any of them were talking about — he was listening intently to every song being played. He listened to a song that spoke volumes as he could relate to every word. “Do ya thang—Do ya thang do ya do ya do ya thang” The girls were chanting one even said. ”I dedicate this to my boooo!!!”
Chris had enough. He went over to the CD player took the disc out asked the ladies could he borrow it and he started heading towards the door. One of the girls screamed out, “Bring it back in one piece NIGGA!”
Chris dismissed what she was saying. He hopped into his Range and drove back listening to her song ‘Do ya Thang’
“You know I’m missing that kissing in the rover, boy what I’m feeling I never felt for another—”
Chris knew he was the only one that could make her feel the way she needed to feel. The feeling was mutual.
“I need you, why can’t you come over, and you my lover but I love you like a brother—”
Chris wanted to know the same thing. Why could she come when he needed her. He listened on to her definition of their love. A lot hit him at once. The good times they had that he wanted back so bad. They had been arguing so much he forgot their good times exsisted. He still wondered why so long to tell how you really feel if you’ve been feeling it all along. He had his wall up and wasn’t ready to take it down.
Before he knew it he repeated the song 4 times singing along to the words.
Remembering the times they would horse play in the studio, vocal training together, and recording songs that never saw the light of day.
“It feels so special, it feels so good, and he goin nowhere even if he could I got that ow ow, you know what I’m talkin about, make a nigga scream and SHOUT SHOUT everytime the lights gooo OUT OUT we out…”
A smile crept upon Chris face he said to himself “She be talkin that good shit” but he knew she could back it up. The one thing they knew about each other is no one could ever do it better. She was truly the best he ever had and he was hers.
Chris picked up his phone he figured it was around 11 in the UK so he may or may not have gotten reach of Rih he took his chance. He called her phone. After multitudes of ringing he heard the line pick up but no answer. He could tell someone was moving around and he heard Rihannas voice in the background. Going with his bad judgment he quickly hung up and said to himself ‘Bullshit’.
Within seconds a phone call back. “Hello?” He picked up in question.
A very drowsy Rihanna answered. “H…..e……y”, still half asleep.
“You busy?”
“I was off into some good sleep but I’m good.”
“You alone”
Rihanna started to go off. *sighs* “Yes Chris I’m by myself and have BEEN.”
“I didn’t mean it like that, I thought maybe you was wit Mel or Noella. I know your scared ass don’t like being in bed by yourself you big baby.”
Rihanna loved the way he was making fun of her “Shuddupppp I was dreaming…”
“What, you was dreaming bout me huh.” Chris joked with her.
“Haha… yea, actually… I was.”
That made Chris smile from ear to ear, but still with his guard up he didn’t show it.
“What are you doing?” Rihanna asked him.
“Sittin in the Rover listening to some good music—”
Rihanna curious as to what he was referring to she sat up and asked “What are you listening to.”
Chris started singing to her over the phone. “And I know what your thinking of; that I don’t know a thing about love all I know is I’m her boy; and she’s the one for meeee…”
Rihanna melted, besides him his voice turned her on. She rolled underneath her covers, this is what she missed. “I miss you..” Rihanna put it out there no more games all on the table.
Chris paused, he didn’t know what to say to that. He missed her too, so much, but he just didn’t know if she was for real or if she was saying this for the moment. “I’ve been missing you, even when I’m with you I’m missing you because I never feel like your here.”
“This goes two ways…you can’t keep saying its on me, me, me when its us.”
Chris could feel an argument coming on… “I’m not here to argue with you Robyn, I’m not going to…but why? Why now? Why not when I was at home by myself and nobody was fuckin with me?”
“I was hurt too, you act like I didn’t suffer too.”
“You didn’t show it.”
“How could I.”
“Liplockin’ on wack niggas…”
“And you were fuckin imitations, still are btw.”
Chris accepted that. “At least they are here with me and I don’t have to worry about them leaving.”
“That’s because they don’t do what I do, they don’t work as hard as I do and they can’t do YOU like I do, so don’t compare none of them”
“I work hard too, and I still didn’t give a fuck and I don’t, my fans got their opinions and so does the media Ima do me.”
Rihanna listened.
“At the end of the day it’s you, it’s me, and it’s love. I’m not saying I’m walking away because I’m not. You know nobody on this earth can have my heart the way you have it… but I’m not running up on your ass any more. You want me in your life? Show the people who supposedly care about you that you want me… if that’s what you want”
Rihanna sat in silence as she knew Chris was speaking truth to her. Chris wanted to let her marinate on it.
“Look I just wanted to let you know I’m feeling your album, and I miss that kissin in the rover too.”
Rihanna laughed.
“If you need me you know how to reach me, just @ me.” Chris got off the phone.
“Just @ you…” Rih said to herself, she knew what he meant and she knew what he wanted. She knew what she had to do to get it…
Do ya thang… do ya thang..
Chapter 18
The Aftermath…
Chris was on his way to the airport looking out the window thinking about his night with Rih. She would forever continue to have his heart, but when he looked to the right of him he saw someone different, not Rih. He wondered if it ever could be her sitting next to him.
Chris reminisced on the past couple of years. He definitely wasn’t the same person he was at 19. Not physically mentally or emotionally.
He looked at his life as an open wound, his cure was Rihanna and her love, but she would never fully treat him. Each moment without her opened back up the wound she never fully closed, and how could she, her wound was just as deep. They shot the bullet into each others heart.
Chris saw a billboard sign that said “Love is a Sacrifice”. He thought about the many he made for Rih. He was over the industry and the bullshit it offered him. He was over the fake “friends” he had around him. He had seen so many come and go, he knew they were there with him for his glitz and fame, traveling and exposure. He kept them around because the only real person who meant something to him was no where to be found.
He needed her with him, not for a night, not through an interview. At night he needed her body heat to keep him warm. He needed her smile too match his, he needed her love to keep him sane. Where did she go? She use to exsist, the lover he knew would be there and wouldn’t let go, but the closer they get the farther it seems they are. She couldn’t be content with how they are living, he sure wasn’t. He didn’t want to be that guy to continue chasing after what she would never give back to him.
He closed his eyes, he thought back on last night her body pressed against his and her pushing her body into his so the two could become one. He froze that thought. Whiped that memory out of his head.
He thought about their first holidays together Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years. Their families together singing holiday tunes. They would stare into each others eyes thinking about years down the line when it would be their children singing with them. He froze that thought. Whiped that memory out of his head.
He thought about the traveling to London, Paris, New York, L.A, Milan, Sydney…the shopping, the partying, the love they made in each city. He whiped it away. The night they told they loved each other. Words didn’t have to be spoken. The eyes and heart said it all. They fell hand in hand, FOREVER is what the promised each other.
He tried to let that memory go, and he couldn’t. He didn’t want to end their forever and if forever ever ended, he wanted it to be with her. The more he thought about it the weaker he became. He was losing the battle of love. He wanted to fade her away. He thought about if they never met, if he never gave her his heart, his soul, his commitment, he thought about if he never let her know that he could be her lover her friend the one who would always be around the one who would never let go even if she decided she wanted to. They were forced to escape the fire without an exit door, but Chris would rather burn with her heart in his hands than too let her burn alone. He was dedicated to her but he wasn’t sure if she could at this point if she could handle the pressure.
As much as it worried him it also tired him. He’d rather let go of love than to suppress behind the curtains. He wanted it all or nothing.
They arrived at the airport. Chris was trying to prepare either a start over or a final goodbye. Rihanna was already on her jet headed back overseas where she had to get ready for her upcoming events, the releasing of her album, finishing off her tour, her Armani gig and so much more.
She kept waking up from her uncomfortable sleep. She wanted that shoulder to lay on. She wanted his hands to hold her, She wanted to be able to smell his cologne and hear his laugh. She wanted him to be with her at this moment. She finally let her guard down again. She didn’t want him just any kind of way. She wanted him to choose between her and his shoes he continued to walk around with. She knew it wouldn’t come easy. She knew the world would be against them. She didn’t want either of them too lose their careers. She wanted it all to be how it was even if it had to be between them two.
She was driving herself crazy thinking about him. Rihanna tried to drift back off to sleep. She couldn’t; thoughts kept creeping into her mind. His kisses on her neck, him wrapping his arms around her and her falling into his chest, him being the first person she saw waking up and last person she saw when she went to sleep. She didn’t want to let go of these memories ever, she wanted to keep it going with more memories for the future. The way he touched her last night, she needed that, she felt alive he gave her something that couldn’t be given by any other man. Love, real love, not lust or infatuation. Chris knew what her body needed and how it needed to be treated. He never failed at giving her good love, but still a part of her felt empty. The two heartbeats she lived for had been split and she was only half alive with the one. She needed his rhythm, his heart to stay in sync with hers.
She found a comfortable spot and started to doze off, her phone work her up with a text message. She opened and read Chris’ words. She stared at the text message very carefully. She knew what he was saying. She knew what she was feeling, so many what if’s crossed her mind. She didn’t know how to answer him. He knew she loved him so much. She knew he would always have it for her.
Tears formed, but not one fell down her face, she didn’t want to cry because he wasn’t there to whip them away. She was love sick. Sick of love, sick of loving, sick of being loved.
She was tired of the critics. Nobody could understand how or why she loved this man so much. He enlarged her heart just by his smile, without him her heart was sinking, closing and growing cold. She needed time to think and breathe.
She stared at his text message again. She couldn’t fight it, tears were rolling and her hands became numb as she mouthed his words and engraved them in her mind…
“You’re 35,000 feet in the air, but you left my heart here with me…I thought you would have took it, you always say you will. But each day I wake up I never see you…I see my heart without its owner.”
She truly did leave her heart; she couldn’t even feel hers beat. She slowly threw her shades on as she didn’t want anyone to notice her fears displayed through her tears. A few more text came through.
“I can’t live like this, I can’t sneak with you, watch you float away and anticipate when you’ll come back”
Moments later… “Robyn, I can’t love you with conditions, my love is unconditional. I’d wait 1,000 years for you…but I’d only wait for you to come and never leave….not to walk away.”
She sunk low into her chair, blaming herself for a second. She immediately became resentful for ever coming back to L.A. Why was he making this complicated and giving her ultimatums?
She started a text message to cuss him out. She erased it. She started to write delete her forever. She erased it. She couldn’t understand, why he was saying this and how he didn’t see she was trying everything in her power to be with him, so because she hasn’t made a public dedication means she was giving up?!
Rihanna viewed it as bullshit. She felt he was giving her much and taking it away, because that’s what he always did. He made his promises too and they would fall through.
He never intended in their 1+1 turning into 3, 4, and 5. He promised he’d wait and whenever she came he’d be right there to take her in and pick up where they left off. So where do they go from here?
She said to herself, “I’m not begging for you nigga…please.”
That was her inner Pisces speaking. She had her wall back up and she would be damned if he ever tore them down again.
She took a recent photo of herself and sent it through picture mail to Chris. She captioned it as well “So you’re giving up on this—” SEND…
Within 10 minutes she received a message back, she opened it to find a picture of them. One she didn’t know Chris had in his phone. It was from a night they had in Paris kissing under the Eiffel tower. They both looked so in love and alive. The caption read “Did you give up on this—”
Rihanna rolled her eyes. She didn’t like being told, especially by him. He is the only one that could win a dispute between the two. Anyone else would be cut off at the knees, but he knew her soft spots and how to put out her fires. He also knew how to start them. He was a can of gasoline himself.
Perfect match they were indeed, a deadly combination. Another text message came through.
“If your open your heart and let me in it, I would love you every minute”
“There’s no doubt about it, you just can’t keep running from our love.”
She had enough. She turned off her phone, and contemplated throwing out of the emergency window. Through her pouting and swollen eyes she knew what she had to do. That’s wasn’t in question, Rih had to question for herself if she could bring herself to do it…
She stared out the window as she was arriving into the UK… looking back on what possibly have been her last time…
Therapeutic Interlude Of Love…
Chapter 17
Chris poked his head past Rihanna to see who had entered the room. He saw a shadow figure but could not make out a true fame. He didn’t know if he should step out the closet or if he should stay and hide. First he thought it was Kae and Seiko, but as the figure walked closer Chris saw exactly who it was.
The only other person he could trust, Mijo. Mijo was looking around and saw no one. Rihanna shifted her body, the glare from her diamond braclet reflected and Mijo could see there was something in the closet. A rather large something, as hood as Mijo could get he wasn’t trying to find out.
The look on Mijo’s face was priceless he started scattering out towards the door. Rihanna nor Chris could take it anymore. They rolled out of the closet laughing and Mijo put on his tough guy act again.
“Forreal yall nigga playin wit my emotions n shit”
Rihanna was trying not laugh but she couldn’t help it. Mijo saw her braclets and hopped on her head.
“Girl you was sittin in the closet like a big ass possum or some shit I didn’t know what you were…”
Chris was on the floor laughin uncontrollably Mijo gently kicked him the side. “Aye you laughin n shit but did you get my text.”
Chris then remembered what Mijos text said he sat up and went w Mijo to the side. Rihanna sat on the bed and played w her pillows.
“Sooo where they at?” Chris said to Mijo
“IDK they said they were looking for you, I didn’t know where you were. But now I do.”
“Alright good looking good looking.”
Mijo gave his bro dap and looked back at Rihanna who wasn’t paying attention to either one right before Mijo said bye to Rihanna he mouthed to Chris, “Wheeeew she B A D”
Chris started cheesing and Mijo said in a playful little girls voice “Byeeeee RiRi”
Rihanna turned around and tossed a pillow at Mijo he started laughing and closed the door. Chris and Rihanna locked eyes for a few moments before they detached.
Calm emotions graced the room as Chris took off his favorite diamond pinky ring and placed it on the dresser. He walked over towards her, Rih proped herself on the bed like a 5 year old child waiting to be picked up by their parent with her arms open.
Chris picked her up and flung her over to the dresser pulling her waist towards him. Rihanna knew his love would make a trademark on her, but her love was his love and belong to no one else. His love was her love but his hands were in too many pots. So tonight she was determine to light the fire and ignite his match.
She placed her hands on his shoulder as a way to get down from the dresser. Chris did not know what she was doing but decided to follow her lead. She led him by hand and motioned him to sit on the bed.
She quickly straddled on to his lap with her hands n his hands. She bit his bottom lip which was one of his weaknesses. She nibbled and gave him small but meaningful kisses. Her kisses became forceful which caused Chris to lean back. She took his glasses and his beater off. Looking over all his tattoos she began to kiss over his chest; their symphonic love could not be matched.
Chris pushed her back on his lap where she could feel him lifting. Chris had became rock solid and she could look on his face and tell that he wasn’t in the mood to be teased tonight.
She stripped her bottom half as he removed his. She rocked him within her and squeezed her muscles for him to feel her out. Chris jaw clenched as her body took over his lower half; with never ending figure 8s each rotation Chris was loosing the battle.
Rihanna sped up letting all her emotions out at once his hands were shaking to grip her. Her poisonous love was too addictive to let go but too strong to hold on. Chris knew the only way to win this battle was to give her everything she was giving him in 10fold.
He plunged himself into her flipping her off of him. Before she could blink he flipped her once more and entered her from behind. Thrashing all of his emotions into her the pounding became louder than her moans. Holding on to nothing but sheets and her hair Chris slowed up his pace giving it to her slow circular motions. Rih followed his rhythm. For each hit, she’d throw it back, for each grind, she had a wind, which is what Chris loved most about their passion: both competitors for love there was no winner. If they knock out it would be together.
Chris pulled from out of her, he was ready to explode and so was she. They looked into each others eyes, both blacked out, blacked out from reality and pain but their eyes saw nothing but the burining desire to finish each other off. Chris grabbed her legs and placed his body between. The sage continued as he picked her up and hung her up against the wall. Rihannas body was a split in the air as Chris took her down. He would plunge deep and pull out plunging back in. She couldn’t handle that, she took her legs and locked him into her. Both of their bodies on the race, the road to recovery, the road back to love.
Her head hit the wall, her hands in the air, slowly her body slumped down with his breathing as though it was her last. He was gasping for air although her loved has sucked it away. He collapsed on her chest, she kissed the top of his head he closed his eyes, kissing her softly on her legs
She mumbled under her heavy breathing, ”This what is supposed to be…”
He raised his head and looked into her eyes “This is where I want to be…”
She brought her forehead to his and she said to him, “So be here….with me…and just me”
He was staring and her and kissing her fingers, she was tracing his freckles on his face with her fingertips she moved her index finger to his lips he kissed it and held on to the kiss she didn’t get the answer she wanted instead questions thrown right back at her.
“Why now? Robyn why would you wait this long to show me this?”, he looked at her body, so vaulnerable to him. “Why couldn’t you love me when I was this way?”
Rihanna couldn’t handle the question she turned her head to the side but he grabbed her chin and made her face him. “Answer me.”
Tears started forming in her face.
“Why can’t you answer me.” he said.
“No….no….no” she kept saying to herself trying to get out of his grip. She knew she was wrong, for waiting. Truth is, her biggest fear was allowing him to love her, btu she had no choice. They both had issues but were willing to settle with that, that is how their love had been and in her eyes always would be, he continued. “It’s sad it takes someone else to come along for you to show me love.”
Rihannas face quickly turned and she snapped. “I don’t care. I don’t care about your friends Chris. Or your groupies or any of that. I care about you, I care about how you leave me lonely every night.”
“If you don’t want it how I want you to want it, someone else will take it if you don’t claim it.”
“Nobody is taking what’s mine”
“O its yours?” Chris voice became real low and he his breathe was on her face.
“Its MINE.” Rihanna immediately grabbed him and started kissing him passionately.
Their passion became intense again as he scooted her body back against the wall…diving down below her hips, Chris claimed the stake by using his tongue to mark his goods. Nobody could please her like Chris. Her feet were on his shoulders, her toes curled to make a perfect arch. She kept scooting back but Chris took his hand pushed her deep on his tongue. With each stroke Rih exploded and Chris cleaned up everytime. Her body shaking tremendously, her body went limp and she fell back on the floor. Chris looked up with a smile on his face. He won that round. She had no energy, she gave him all of her love.
He perched over her while she stared at him accepting her loss along with his love. He leaned into her and asked. “Who’s is it…”
Rihanna giggled but Chris was out to make is point.
“Is it MINE?”
Rihanna gave in “Its definitely YOURS.”
Then they both looked at each other. He picked her up and tucked her into the bed like she was a child he walked around to his flipflops and Rihanna assumed he was leaving, she sat up. “So this is what you do….hit …….and quit.”
Chris gave her a dumb ass look. Rihanna was irritated with him and the situation. She just gave him the best love of his life and now he was leaving putting on his gear, she thought in her head…beautiful mistakes.
Chris walked over to the other side of the bed and pulled back the covers he got in. He turned Rih over to her side and put his arms around her, kissing her earlobe he whispered “FOREVER….”
He turned off the lamp.
The next morning Rihanna woke up to Chris putting on his clothes. Their night was wonderful, but when the lights hit it was only best.
He walked over to her and kissed her on the lips he mouthed ‘I LOVE YOU’ and walked towards the door. Looking both ways he saw no one and made his way back from to the room her never returned too. He grabbed a room key and opened the door.
The whole crew was packed, including his things. K-Mac asked him where he been. “Aye Bro we gotta go…”
“Hol on my nigga I gotta hop in the shower.”
The whole room sighed. Kae was standing in the bathroom and Chris gave her a headnod…she moved out the way as he turned on the shower. She walked out the bathroom, and suggested everyone waited in the lobby.
“You guys we have 10mins to get out of here, ill grab Chris stuff and we all can wait in the lobby.”
Everybody was in agreement and they made their way to the elevator. The whole crew got on and were almost over capacity. As the door was closing they were all alarmed when a hand slid between the elevator doors re-opening it.
There she walked….light golden brown skin, short black trenchcoat and tight curls thrown to the right side of her face. A scent that would hypnotize anybody. The red lipstick on her lips had many secrets but wouldn’t tell.
CBE came face to face with Rihanna who made a 30 second elevator ride seem like 30 years. She didn’t see them they weren’t even in her rear view. She knew all eyes were on her but she didn’t care about their eyes. She only cared about his heart.
The ones who talked the most stayed silent. Kae kept her head down, Seiko was staring but not speaking. When the elevator doors opened, K-Mac and Trell moved out of the way and Rih walked…the crew looked at each other not knowing what to say. A groupie spoke up, “I told you she was here.”
Kae followed Rihanna closely from a distance until she saw Rih talk to the concierge and hand over what looked to be an icy trinket. When Rih turned around she fixated her eyes somewhere else. Rihanna left the hotel with a smile.
Within 10 minutes Christopher came down to join the crew. Nobody spoke about Rihanna to him, because they still couldn’t believe they saw her. Chris grabbed his belongings and they headed out the door. Chris and Kae were the last ones too step out when concierge called Chris. “Excuse me Mr Brown will you come here please.”
Chris complied and walked over the woman handed him a gold diamond pinky ring and said “An anonymous—”
Chris cut her off “Thank you.”
He walked back over to Kae who at that exact moment realized where he had been all night.
She asked, “What did she want.”
“She found my pinky ring, she said someone returned it and said it was mine”
“OH” Kae said dryly she dared to ask. “So how was your space did you clear your mind…”
Chris smiled, “DEFENITELY…” He kept walking while she dragged behind…the 3ft was turning into 3miles.
PROPERTY VS. PRIORITY……
Chapter 16
Chris arrived to the J Lounge around 12. LA was always hyped for Chris. It was second home for Chris. He knew that anything he wanted he could get in LA, and tonight thr groupies were out by the dozens. Especially in his own camp. He hadn’t even checked on Kae. He wasn’t really concerned because she had as many friends as he did in this city.
As he was chillin with his boys he did get a text from her. “If you are going to come back to the room, I am in 1697 I left the key with your girl Seiko.” Chris read the text he wondered what made her say ‘your girl’ he text back. “My girl?You mean your girl, she’s your friend…”
Kae wasn’t up for the fight. She let it go. “Yes my girl. Just come to the room.”
Chris didn’t respond back. He put his phone back in his pocket, just for it to go off again. This time it was who he really wanted to talk to. Robyn.
“Wassup mutha fucka :P” she playfully texted.
Chris smiled. She always made him smile with her shit talking.
He texted back, “You talk that shit over text, we will see what it is when I see you.”
“LOL I talk the same in person yu know dis, don’t play”, she wasn’t lying. Chris knew she would talk more shit in person, but what they both knew is that Chris knew exactly what to do, to turn her shit talking into screaming.
He text for her whereabouts. “You are out here right.”
“I’m at Hotel California, room is 1696 just come up here.”
Chris paused, how out of all places would she end up on the same floor with his whole crew. How was he going to get to her? How was she not going to be spotted. He had to think, and quickly.
He saw Mijo with some females in the corner of the club taking pictures. He walked over to Mijo and pulled him awayn not even acknowledging the girls.
“Bro, I need you.”
Assuming someone was messing with Chris he already got in defense mode. “Wassup blood, who need that”
Chris started laughing “Naw naw bro I need your help she here.”
“Who here?!”
Chris whispered. “Robyn…”
Mijo eyes got big and he raised his voice “Rihanna here!!!!”
Chris brought him around by the speaker “Ssh. Nigga no she at the hotel, but why she at the same hotel and same floor as us.”
“Stop it.”
Chris gave him the look that he was not playing.
“Damn you serious, whatchu goin do my boi.”
“I just need to get over there before everybody start heading to the hotel, shit. Kae already there!”
“YIKES”. They both stood thinking.
“Alright why don’t you have her meet you in the lobby?” Mijo finally said.
“Yea right my nigga, so we can be in the papers tomorrow?!”
“True dat, ok so why don’t you leave with everybody then when everybody in their rooms hurry up n go see shawty.”
“Ok and what if someone see us.”
“Don’t be seen my nigga, and tell her don’t be loud, cause ya’ll be loud.”
Chris started laughing so he decided to take Mijos advice, he was nervous but if that was the only way he was willing.
Rihanna lotioned her body as she waited. Chocolate honey body butter she rubbed from her ankles, to her thighs. She jiggled the inside of her thighs, she hated that part of her body. Chris loved it, he loved grabbing, kissing and touching that area.
She lotioned all areas of her body. She smelled like chocolate heaven. She laid on the bed with her cheetah printed panties with a black lace back, and matching bra. To spice up her attire she pulled her criss cross laced knee highs attached to her garter belts that sat perfectly on her hips.
She laid on the bed indulging in her pillow. She didn’t even feel herself dosing off. Before she knew it her eyes were drifting away. She slid the room key under the door just enought to grab from the outside and she laid back on the bed and her eyes closed.
Club closed around two am. Everyone was still hyped, and ready to have an after party in the rooms, Chris just wanted everyone to go to sleep so he could slip in to see Robyn without a sound.
Everyone had a groupie from Tyga to Trell to Mijo to K-Mac, and each groupie had a friend. In total there was about 15 people on their way to floor 16. They had rooms 1697, 1698, and 1702. Everyone entered 1697 drunk as ever. They found Karrueche on the bed watching old western tv, she was half asleep fully clothed. The guys started grabbing pillows messing with her. “Wake up Kooooochie” wack wack wack, they were hitting her with pillows & she woke up in clearly a bad mood. Chris could see that and motioned her to come to the bathroom.
She came with her hands folded standing in the doorway. Chris ignoring her stance attempted to close the door, it almost hit her,
“What’s your problem now.”
Karrueche stayed silent.
“So you’re not speaking.”
She rolled her eyes and stayed silent. Chris took that as his que to go but Kae beat him too it; she slammed the door and Chris followed behind and glared at her.
The room was silent. Chris gave a head nod to Mijo and walked out of the room. No one was in the hallway, it was the perfect time for to make his escape.
She felt cold hands graze her leg, drawn to her body they instantly lit up. She knew his hands from anywhere. His hands moved to her waist and grabbed her. Swiftly turned her towards him…she locked her body as she didn’t want to move but he kept pulling her into him. She was loosing the battle, but she wanted to lose, she wanted to feel him, her body was touching his, and his hands were moving up her frame.
She tilted her head back hoping that from this fairy tale, there was no happy ending. The heat from his body pressed against hers & pushed her on her back. It was over now, she could feel his breath on her chest in tune with her heart beat, both face paced with excitement.
Pulling his head into her she was ready for his kisses to turn into love making. Her eyes had been closed because that was the only way to savor the moment, by putting his love into a photograph implanting it into her mind. She refused to look into his face because she didn’t want to give herself away. But she couldn’t resist. She turned her head to look…..empty space a dark room and alone.
She was dreaming. She needed ice. She didn’t know if Chris was still at the club or not but the passion in her head was taking over. She put on her robe and opened her room door. No one was in the hallway she took her ice bucket and started walking to the ice machine. As she filled the bucket she felt someone grab her waist. She jumped.
There she saw Chris sitting in the cute, looked like he was hiding he had on his sweats no shirt his glasses and flip flops. They stared at each other. Rihanna broke the silence. “Where the hell have you—”
Chris silenced her and motioned her to go back to the room. She walked back as she walked passed a girl who stared at her. Rihanna didn’t pay her any attention but the girl knew who she was. She immediately went to room 1697.
Chris slowly walked and entered room 1696 after Rihanna. He made it safe. The room had a delightful smell of chocolate. Rih was untying her robe and Chris was watching her, watching her every move. Silence was best as he wanted to sit back and take this moment in.
He waited so long to reunite with her and now she was here in front of his face. He walked over to her and pulled her garter belt which brought her to him he picked her up and she started kissing him; she felt so many emotions while kissing him. Anger: for him being away and dealing with other women. Pain: for their situation and the fact they can’t be together publicly. Love: because no matter how much she erases him, her love for him still there still burning. Still undeniable.
Chris threw her on the bed and climbed on top of her pushing up against the headboard, they could hear the conversation going on next door.
“Omg you know who I saw in the hallway?”
“A ghost?!”
“An alien”
“No…Rihanna”
The room started busting out with laughter. ”You didn’t see that trick” Trell said.
“Yes I did she had on a leopard robe n shit I saw her”
Chris crew was looking at the groupie speaking everyone thought she was crazy. She knew what she saw, and so did Mijo, and Kae.
“Where is Chris?” Kae asked, looking at Mijo.
“He went to get some fresh air, he just text me right now said he is coming back.”
Kae looked at Mijo, she trusted him so she let it go. The crew brought the discussion back to Rihanna. The groupies speculated.
“So did like Chris do all that stuff to her? He seems so sweet” one groupie said.
“No Rihanna is crazy I heard, and she’s a slut.”
“Isn’t she fucking like a whole lotta guys.” The crew talked major shit but Mijo nipped in the but.
“Aye my niggas private affairs don’t concern ya’ll, ya’ll here for these mothafuckas over here if not ya’ll can skeet skeet.”
Everyone took Mijo serious and shuttup.
Chris and Rihanna heard the whole thing. Chris put his head down embarrassed that she had to hear his crew rag on her like that. He had as much pain in his eyes as she did in her heart. She grabbed his face he looked at her and kissed her like it was their last. She pulled away and got loose from under him. So many questions in her head.
“Is that how YOU feel?”
“What? No!”
“Your friends got a lot to say, they don’t know me…”
“They are just talking don’t listen to them”
“Don’t worry about me not listening to them, I’m worried about are they listening to you.”
Chris grabbed her hips and pulled her on top of him. “I promise you”. He started kissing her again, until the door to Rihanna’s room was being unlocked. Chris and Rih both hopped up and went to the closet. They whispered amongst themselves.
“Who’s in here.” Rih said.
“IDK who else has a key”
“Just mine and the one I left for you.”
“I didn’t have to use the key I came with you.”
Chris checked his phone, 4 texts from Mijo… “Bro IDK where you are but Kae and Seiko looking for you, be on the lookout.”
Just then Rih saw who was in her room she opened her mouth but Chris covered her mouth with his hands.
Silence is the best observation…
CHAPTER 15
“Damn, she didn’t accept.”
Seiko said to herself. She closed Chris computer. She walked to the back of the tour bus to get the rest of her belongings. She was preparing to go back to L.A. Packing her clothes she saw Chris jacket chain and snapback on the bed. She searched the tour bus and saw no one was on it. She put on Chris jean jacket and yellow diamond chain she placed the Chicago bulls snapback on her head she stood in front of the mirror staring at herself in Chris clothes, she thought to herself, Kae doesn’t deserve this nigga, she doesn’t know what to do with it. Karrueche went back to L.A but Seiko stayed on the bus. She planned to make her move before she left. She quickly took off Chris belongings as she heard voices on the bus. But she was determined to let him know, she was where it was at, one way or another.
Rihanna just got confirmation that her video for ‘We Found Love’ would be ready within the hour. She was so nervous to view it. So many emotions came to her while shooting the video. Good feelings, bad feelings. Deep emotional feelings, she had shot the video but wanted to see it from an outside view. She paced around her hotel room; waiting to hear an alert from her computer. She went to the fridge for a bottle of water, there were still a couple frozen. She felt hot, anxiety, anticipation her mind was racing what would the critics think what her fans would think, what Chris would think. She replayed reactions in her head almost driving herself crazy. Then she heard it. She heard a “ding” indicating that she had an email alert. She stared at her laptop. It took her a long time to even walk over to it. Slowly she walked she grazed the top of the laptop to open it; sure enough she had one email alert from Melina Matsoukas who directed her video. Subject line read.
“Everything you’ve been working for—this is a masterpiece! Pleasure working with you.”
Rihanna saw an attachment for the video she kept the mouse cursor over the play button, but didn’t click it. She closed her eyes and pressed play. She opened them. She replayed and replayed the video over and over again, with more tears in her eyes than ever. This was the deepest emotional video she ever had shot. She was shaking as she clicked “Forward” she copied all of her close friends and family in. SEND. A separate attachment she typed.
Look at this—
Our love
Our loss
Our Gain
Our feelings
Our everything
Our Forever….. Video won’t b release until I know you’ve watched let me know
Love Robyn……..SEND
She sent Chris the video, not knowing how he would react, but all she could do is wait.
“1 NEW EMAIL ALERT” from Robyn Fenty. Chris opened up the email and read. He was anticipating as much as her he pressed play.
It’s like screaming and no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed that someone could be that important that without them you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless like nothing can save you, but when it’s over and it’s gone U almost wish that you can have that back’…
Chris put on his glasses and continued to watch. He looked at the video as a real life flashback of everywhere he has been with this girl hell and back, so much history between the two in a 5 minute video. He watched flashes on the screen which reminded him of happier times with Rih. He taught her how to skate. He remembered because he bought her first skateboard. He saw a flash of their late night creeps to fast food chains when they toured in Australia and New Zealand. They were themselves when no one was around. This is why he loved her so much; he felt she was the only one who knew who he really was. A certain feeling came over Chris as he saw drugs; alcohol and sex take over the video. He knew what she meant by it. Their love was a drug. She was poison to his soul. She could take him places he didn’t even know he could go. He couldn’t get enough of her. She couldn’t get enough of him. She owned him and vice-versa. As he watched he saw how their relationship took a turn. They were both possessive, mind controlling, two fires collided together. February 8th slowly started coming back to him. He watched the car scene. He was worried about what he was about to see but was relieve to see just a vague representation of what they went through. They had many arguments, he yell, she’d scream, he’d pull over she would hop out, he would drive around the corner, he would come back, he would tell her to get in, she complied, he’d kiss her and touch her and she would give in . Before he knew it the video was over.
Chris was unsure of his thoughts. She captured their good moments and bad ones to a tee. First thing he thought of was her, she did love him all these years she took her love away she never forgot what their love was. 2nd he thought about his family and friends. What would they think? Would they support? Would they understand where she was trying to go with this video? 3rd was his career, how would the media view this would they look at it as art, or would they bash him even more for their downfall. He didn’t answer her; he couldn’t answer her not just yet. He text his mom, and Mijo to come to the bus so they can watch the video. Mijo, Joyce and Christine showed up anticipating what they were about to see.
“Look at this and let me know from an outsider looking in how would
You perceive this.” Chris asked
“What is this another interview, lord I’ll tell—” Christine said
“No, no it’s a video for her new single I guess.” Chris said
“Play the video son.” Chris pressed play he watched his families
facial expressions as it began, all 3 were very in tuned with the
video, at some point faces began to turn as the video continued. Drugs
flashing
“What is she trying to say, you guys do drugs?!!!”
“NO”
“Look at all that liquor you guys did not have drinking problems.”
“No we didn’t”
Sex scenes flashed.
“CHRIS BROWN TAKIN IT DOWN,” Mijo gave Chris props while Joyce and
Christine stared them both down.
“Just keep watching these are all metaphors.” They kept watching and
by the end of the video all you could hear was Chris pulse as he
waited for his families thoughts. Christine began.
“Ill say this, she definitely was thinking OUTSIDE the box, I don’t
like all those drug scenes but she didn’t make herself victim so I
appreciate that, she showed ya’ll both are nutcases.” Chris nodded.
“Bro whatchu think”
“Dope ass video to be real, she went above and beyond, the nigga with
the blonde hair though—- GAY”
They both started laughing. Chris looked at his mom who still had her
eyes on the laptop replaying the video in her head again. Chris valued
his moms opinion the most.
“I don’t know exactly how to feel, I know that for you two this video
is great, but for the world I don’t know. They won’t see what you two
see. Love is a drug, sex is addiction, you two have very strong
controlling personalities. That car scene—” Joyce started getting
emotional.
“They are just going to see this Blonde hair look alike in Rihannas
video, they will think she is bringing up you past again, we worked
too hard for that, so I DON’T KNOW.” Chris facial expression looked as
if that wasn’t the real answer he was looking for.
“When does she plan on putting this out?”
“She said she’s waiting on me, whenever I give her the greenlight.”
“At least she has you in mind, that’s love.” Mijo said.
“Just talk to her.” Chris accepted that. She was taking him to that
place again where he couldn’t eat or sleep he was just thinking about
her. He watched the video all night, but had yet to give Rih a
response. He decided he would do it in the AM.
It had been almost 5 hours since she had sent the video to Chris. She
still had not heard a response. She promised her fans the video would
be posted, but she was waiting on him. She talked to her cousin about
the video and about him not responding.
“I don’t think he liked it Noe”
“No?? Why you say?”
“He hasn’t even responded, maybe he doesn’t get it.”
“Just give him time, the video is a lot to take in you know?” Just as
she said that her phone got an alert. It was Chris. His text read
“Show the world how we found love I’ll see you when you get to L.A”
Rihanna smiled, another text came through
“Btw, I love you even when I can’t love you.”. Rihanna understood what
he meant. They still couldn’t be. She didn’t want it to be like that
she needed him now she needed him because nobody else would b able to
love her or understand her. What she was too scared to do 2years ago she was doing today, putting everything on the line, for love for their love.
“He told me to send it….”
“See I told you he didn’t have bad thoughts about it, he understands because he went through it.”
“I hope everyone else understands too.” Rihanna sent an email to her team to post the video. The wait was over, the world would experience, WE FOUND LOVE.
One more day until F.A.M.E tour L.A, Chris had been waiting for this day since the beginning of the tour. Staples Center brought back a lot of memories for Chris, good ones and bad ones. Last time he had been at Staples Center was in 2009 rehearsal for the Grammys. That was supposed to be his night, their night, but it turned into their worst nightmare. Chris walked down the hall to see the stage he would be performing on for tomorrow night’s show. He passed a door used for a green room once upon a time; it started coming back to him.
FLASHBACK—
“3 more days until you light up that stage baby.”
‘Until we do, don’t be nervous when you’re out there.”
“I won’t be because I know my angel will be looking at me.”
It hurt Chris, because they never made it to that night, He kept walking. He passed a room which he remembered so fondly, because of the broken glass on the floor.
“What do you MEAN, I saw you flirting with him and shit…I’m not a dumb ass nigga”
“OMG, GET OUT OF MY FACE.”
“Am I lying though? Am I lying though?”
“Yea, you’re a fuckin liar.” She pushed him he fell back on to the glass table and brought her down with him. It broke. They both stared at each other for a long time. Rihanna pushed him, he pushed her back, she went to push him again and he grabbed her, she would stare into his eyes and he told her he loved her. That was them, that was their story.
‘We Found Love’ was out and the comments were insane, almost an overload for Rihanna. She felt her fans would finally connect with her on another level, even her peers, she was happy for that.
“YO THIS IS INSANE—-“
“Look at all these beautiful comments, looks like all that hate might turn around.”
Rihanna peeped the twitter scene just to see what everyone was talking about. She saw the comments, the fans loved the video, the haters loved the video. She even saw more and more tweets of people supporting her and Chris Brown saying they wanted them back together. Rihanna finally felt the support she had been wanting, all though a video. Her turning point had begun.
“ROBYN, you better get ready to go to L.A, go get your man.” With a smile on her face she said
“LETS DO THIS!” She made her way to the airport.
“Do you see this crazy bitch?” Gui said to the dancers getting ready for their show later that evening.
“What? What?” the dancers gathered.
‘Check out this video….” They all watched Rihanna’s video for We Found Love, and the comments varied.
“WOW, she is insane.”
“Dude, FAIL she needs to get off of Chris nuts.”
“I’m not surprised doesn’t she have an album dropping, she does this shit all the time, album drops, let’s find ways to shade Chris. She’s a bitch I’m glad he is not with her.” Most of the dancers felt that Rihanna was trying to drag Chris career into the ground, none of them said it out loud.
‘Well IDGAF I’ll tell the bitch how I feel…” Giu said. He tweeted his feelings about the video. Moment’s later Rihanna stans came after. Within 3 hours all of CBE had seen Rihanna’s video she was the topic of discussion, the only person they thought hadn’t seen the video was Chris. They were even more shocked when Chris came from the hotel sporting his fresh platinum blonde hair. Everybody’s mouth dropped. Chris knew they were stunned, but told no one that he saw the video. Slowly everything was coming together. Giu spoke up.
“Yo bro, you need to see this video man…” Chris slowly walked over to the lPAD Giu was holding and pretended to watch as if he never saw the video before. He only blinked twice through the whole video. Afterwards he looked at his crew, he could see in their face they wanted him to shade. He could see in that moment he didn’t have one friend within CBE, he kept his cool.
“It’s a dope video, can’t get mad at how she feels, I know what really went down, that’s all that matters.” Everyone switched up and agreed with Chris when moments earlier they were dogging her. Giu quickly deleted his comments off of twitter as well as other CBE members, in fear that Chris would soon make switches.
Karrueche had spent much of the day with her family and had not been at rehearsals for Chris. She was still a little uneasy about their last conversation, but her girl Seiko had been keeping her sane, telling her know that Chris had been thinking about her day and night. Karrueche did not even know about Kae’s plans for that night. Seiko was with Chris for the whole day, even Mijo noticed she was a little clingier than usual. He put Chris on game.
‘Bro, you see her lowkey pushin up on you right.” Chris laughed, him and Mijo yelled at the same time,
“Got a boatload of Asian Hos!!!!!!” They gave each other a “bro-hug”.
“Kill em tonight brodie.” It was almost show time.
After waiting 2hours for her limo to arrive, Rihanna was on her way to the California Hotel where she would stay as she waited for Chris show to end. She decided not to go to the show after reading the comments from his crew. She would keep their meet and greet under wraps until he decided their next move. She checked in Incognito so no one would notice who she was, she was given a key to her room 1696 as she would wait until Chris’ show was over she had an hour left. She closed the door behind her and prepared.
Chris was on his last set for Beautiful People the whole night had gone in 60 seconds, he accomplished what the critics told him he never would achieve again. Chris had lived for this moment he knew now that he was back on top and no one could stop him. As he ended the concert he thanked his fans for being his everything. For giving him the opportunity to shine and the opportunity to be great and for always sticking by his side. The dancers made their way off stage as Seiko was handing all of them water. Chris was the last one out she greeted him with open arms
“GREAT SHOW” before Chris could say anything else she kissed him. She kissed him on the lips and Chris did not stop her. He didn’t give in to a full blown kiss but he let it happen. She looked at him, an awkward stare between the both of them; Chris kept it moving to the dressing room.
“Mission accomplished.” Seiko said to herself as she looked around to see no one watching. She failed to realize that when you’re at a birds eye view SOMEONES always watching. She stabbed her best friend in the back and she witnessed the whole thing. Karrueche grew numb without saying word. She packed her belongings and left. She didn’t want to make a scene, but she had no words to give. She needed a moment for herself. She made her way to the hotel where they were staying while they were in L.A: Hotel California…in a somber mood she made her way up to the 16th floor while she scrimmaged through her belongings for the extra room key. She came to room 1696 and entered her key, it didn’t work, she tried again it still didn’t work. She kicked her foot against the door only to realize her room wasn’t 1696 she walked to 1697 entered the key, it worked. As she went in 1696 opened, Rihanna poked her head out to look around, she thought she heard someone knock, but saw no one….,
She closed the door.
Too Close For Comfort….
