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We have new reviewers! Everyone say hello to Stacy and Chelsea! (Imagining everyone saying “hi Stacy” and “hi Chelsea” in unison.) Andrea and Asani, we are both here. (Points back and forth between each other’s eyes.) Everything you guys said about Chris times 10!
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Love… Chapter 11
“We need to open the window.” Chris suggested.
Inelegantly the pair, still tangled in the sheets, stepped to the balcony window. Chris reached and opened the large balcony door, letting some air inside the smoke-filled room. Rihanna used her hand to push a few of the blinds aside to overlook the night lights of Brisbane, Australia.
She rested her head on his shoulder and breathed, “It’s so pretty, Chris.”
“Yeah it is.” He never looked at the view from their hotel room because his eyes were locked on the stunning features of the Bajan tangled against him.
Feeling his eyes on her, Rihanna looked up and playfully smacked his arm. She felt her cheeks warm in embarrassment from Chris’ scrutiny. “Nigga, you supposed to be ordering my drink!” She quickly changed the subject to ease the tension she was feeling from the singer’s compliment.
Merely grinning down at her Chris said, “Yeah let’s go do tha’.”
Together they walked the best they could to the hotel room’s door, laughing along the way. Opening the door, neither person cared if anyone saw them. They supposed the weed and vodka made them act irrationally, but it was probably because they came to a silent, mutual understanding just moments ago. Chris and Rihanna were no longer going to allow the negative opinions of anyone to keep them apart again. Two people in love had every right to be publicly seen together just like any other couple.
Their eyes spotted a portly female housekeeper with light skin and long, dark brown hair in a French braid down the hall with her back facing them. Feeling Rihanna’s arms close even tighter around his body, Chris hollered to get the woman’s attention.
“Aye, aye yo’, aye!”
Hearing a familiar voice of a man, the woman turned around and pushed her cart in the direction of the couple leaning out of their hotel door. When she got a close-up view of the pair, she covered her mouth with her hands to keep from screaming out loud.
“Oh my goodness! It’s Chris Brown and Rihanna! I can’t believe it! My kids love you!” She spoke in her heavy Australian accent.
Eyeing her nametag, Rihanna smiled at the woman and told her, “Mary, tell your kids we said thank you for the support.”
Covering her wildly beating heart with her hand, Mary nodded and said, “I will, I will.” Coming down from her celebrity-high she asked, “Can I help you with something?”
“Yeah,” Chris gave Mary one of his famous boyish grins and was amused when the woman instantly became flustered. “Ya see my girl here wants one…” he looked down at Rihanna, who in return was grinning up at him. “…nah two bottles of Cîroc.”
“Coconut,” the pop star quickly added as a reminder.
“Two bottles of coconut Cîroc,” the singer corrected himself.
His girl? Oh my God, I think I’m going to explode! Mary thought to herself.
“And I need a full bowl of fresh strawberries and whipped cream on the side.” Rihanna continued on. She felt Chris’ lips kiss from the top of her hair down to her ear, where he lightly nibbled the shell, making her giggle uncontrollably. “Strawberries are Daddy’s favorite y’know.” She patted his chest for emphasis and giggled even more when Mary’s face turned bright pink from her words.
“Oh my God,” Mary covered her beating heart again and took a few steps back from the hot couple standing in the threshold. “You two are so… Let me just say this.” She regained her composure again and a serious expression dawned on her face. “I’m glad you two are back together. It’s takes a strong love to go against everyone who’s against you. But I think you two will be alright.”
Hearing the older woman’s words of encouragement gave the young couple a new hope for the future of their relationship. Rihanna and Chris looked into each other’s eyes before joining lips. When they released from their kiss, Chris told Mary, “Thank you. Tha’ means a lot.”
Giving the artists a genuine smile, Mary’s features softened before saying, “You’re welcome. And don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone that you’re here.”
“No disrespect, but we don’t even care anymo’.” Chris replied as he brought Rihanna even closer against his body.
“That may be,” Mary began. “But there are a lot of people after you. The world isn’t ready for you two.”
Smiling brightly at the housekeeper, Rihanna also thanked her. “Thank you. I wish we could tip you…” She jokingly felt around their sheet like she was looking for a wallet, which made everyone laugh. “…but you see…”
Pulling out an ink pen and a hotel business card from her apron pocket, Mary assured her, “No, no, no. An autograph will do.” She flipped the card over and gave both items to the couple.
Chris and Rihanna scribbled a few words on it before handing Mary back her things. Giving her one more smile, Chris gently closed the door.
Looking down at the card, Mary felt tears of happiness fill her eyes from the celebrities’ words written on it.
Chris Brown 1Love
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Rihanna 4Ever
“Do you think she’s gonna say something?”
The hint of worry in her voice didn’t go unnoticed by Chris. He briefly wondered if Rihanna was sincere about the two of them having a public relationship. He understood her apprehension, but tonight he thought that together they could prove to the world how much they loved one another.
“I told you I didn’t care about tha’.” The singer meant every word, too. People would just have to deal with him being in love with Rihanna. It still hurt knowing what he did to her three years ago and it will forever hurt because a part of him will never forgive himself for it. However, the stronger part inside of him was determined to prove to everyone on the planet that his love for Rihanna was stronger than ever. Right now Chris needed to prove his love and devotion to Rihanna to ease her insecurities.
Leaning down to give his woman a loving kiss that spoke volumes about his feelings, the R&B star whispered against her lips. “You shouldn’t care ‘bout wha’ oth’r people think eith’r. I know it’s hard an’ sometimes we can’t help but to let oth’r folks get to us, but,” he reached for her hands and entwined their fingers together. “We in this togeth’r now. And don’t you forget tha’.”
Rihanna nestled her head in the crook of Chris’ shoulder and kissed his neck. A few seconds passed by before she spoke again. “Baby steps?”
“Anythin’ you wan’, luv.” Lifting the mood in the atmosphere, the singer reached down to cup her ass, digging his nails in the soft flesh through the sheet. Smiling down playfully at her he said, “Daddy’s hungry. Now when you gonna break me off a piece of tha’ cake?”
*****
Later that night when Chris was asleep, Rihanna woke to use the bathroom. They were no longer tangled in the bed sheets, but their limbs were entwined which made it difficult for the songstress to get out the bed. Somehow she managed without waking her lover. She tiptoed in the dark, nearly tripping over the empty bottles of Cîroc and her dominatrix attire on the floor.
Exiting the bathroom, Rihanna carefully found her way back to the bed in the dark bedroom. Once she was under the covers, she felt a pair of strong arms embrace her from behind. She smiled gently and covered his arms with hers.
“I missed you.” Warm, soft lips kissed the back of her neck, and the pop star grinned in response.
“I only went to use the bathroom, silly.”
“Even still.” Chris turned Rihanna around and lifted her body on top of his. He separated her legs and positioned her over his hardness, ready for the next round of lovemaking. “I wanna hold you as much as I can befo’e you leave in the mornin’.”
The songstress’ smile widened when she heard Chris’ loving words. It was true. Rihanna was to fly to America in the morning to start her US promotional tour for Battleship. Chris would remain in Australia for the rest of April to finish his shows for Supafest. There was no telling when they would physically meet again, so they each wanted to savor every minute they would remain together.
Leaning forward, Rihanna trailed butterfly kisses on the side of Chris’ face, feeling the jutting stubble of his beard underneath her lips. When she reached his earlobe, she bit it firmly before cooing in his ear. “I have a premier for Battleship Friday on April 27th in LA. I want you to come with me.”
Rihanna felt the grip on her hips tighten and she knew Chris was trying to digest what she just told him. If they were to show up together at the premier of her movie, then the media would have a frenzy! Stories about the two of them being the new Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston would make the front page of every publication in every country.
People were already publishing that headline now and it made Rihanna angry. The public wanted to compare her relationship with the tumultuous union of one of her biggest influences.
She didn’t know all of the specifics about the late singer’s relationship, but she and Chris were their own couple! Their union had its ups and down, but what relationship didn’t? It just led to the awful night that no one would allow them to forget. And it was a one-time event. Chris was not nor ever had been a chronic abuser! Nevertheless, Rihanna and Chris knew they had their own lives to live, and they didn’t want to spend any more time without the other. So the media and the public will just have to deal with it.
The pop star wished she could see her lover’s face, but she couldn’t even see her own hand in the dark bedroom. However she felt Chris lift her slightly in the air before slamming her hips into hers. Hearing his groans of passion was all the confirmation Rihanna needed as she repeatedly pushed her hips down into his.
*****
“Look at this shit!” Jay-Z slammed the USA Today newspaper down in front of Rihanna in a fit of rage. It was two days after her return to America and her manager was livid with her. She sat in front of his desk and barely glanced at the newspaper.
On the headline it read “Rihanna and Chris Brown Enjoy a Passionate Night on Stage at Supafest”. The byline underneath it said, “Does this mean the former abusive couple is back together again?” The center of the newspaper showed a picture of Chris with the microphone to his lips, and his hand on Rihanna’s hip. Rihanna had her ass pressed against her lover’s crotch and her crystal microphone covering the smile on her face.
The Bajan smirked at the memory of that night. Jay-Z giving Rihanna his blessing to perform with Chris was the best thing that could’ve happened to both of them. If they hadn’t met in Australia for Supafest, then they would still be on non-speaking terms. That night something special happened to both artists—they found their love again. Even though they both agreed to take baby steps in repairing their relationship, just knowing that they had each other and were prepared to face the world gave the songstress strength.
“‘Birthday Cake’ is a sexy song. It only made sense to be sexy onstage. I don’t see the problem.” Rihanna fingered the bracelet, hoping Chris’ gift to her would give her the patience to deal with the bullshit from her manager.
“Oh you don’t see the problem?” Jay-Z huffed. He leaned back in his chair and eyed his protégé closely. He looked down in her lap and noticed her massaging a diamond bracelet and his anger increased to dangerous levels. “You fuckin’ this nigga onstage in front of everybody ain’t a problem? You still wearin’ that nigga’s jewelry ain’t a problem?”
And there it is; Rihanna mused. Gone was Jay-Z’s ‘professional voice’ and emerging from the depths of his vocal chords was his thick, heavy Brooklyn accent. It amused the pop star whenever her manager was around rich and powerful white people he did everything to please them, even change his voice just to try and fit in. But when he was around people he could be comfortable enough to be himself with, Jay-Z became the hood nigga he was before taking over the mainstream.
Looking away from the writhing, ugly, raging face of the man who discovered her, Rihanna said, “It was a performance—nothing more, nothing less. It’s not my fault you people are still stuck in the past.”
Slowly counting backwards from 10 to 1, the rapper had to calm himself down before he said or did something to his protégé he would regret. “Stuck in the past?” He repeated her words with disbelief at her ignorance to understanding her dilemma in his voice.
“Let me remind you,” Jay-Z’s professional voice returned. “People out there look up to you as a role model and the face of domestic abuse victims. You have the weight of a whole group of girls and women on your shoulders. They’re watching everything you’re saying and doing, and they’re not going to approve of you and that fuck nigga being together.”
“But you told me to perform with him, Jay.” Rihanna swallowed her disgust for her manager to look at him and speak. “If you didn’t want me to sing with Chris, you should’ve never allowed it.”
“Since when did you start doing what I tell you?” Jay-Z countered.
“Since the very beginning,” Rihanna challenged the older man. “Since you signed me I’ve done everything you told me. Since that night I allowed you to control my career because I was vulnerable at that time. I trusted you to help me get past a difficult time, and you manipulated me to speak lies and bullshit to the media about my feelings for Chris just so you can make money! Everything I’m going through right now is because of you!”
Rihanna felt her voice rising and her heavy Caribbean accent became thick with rage at the man sitting across from her. “I never wanted to be the face of domestic abuse! You advised me to say that shit on 20/20! All I wanted was to forget about the shit, make music, and be with Chris! You worked overtime to destroy that man, and like a helpless child I stood by and watched you! I can admit the role I played at the time, but you’re hell-bent on trying to make me out to be a bitter, battered woman when I’m not!
“I’m 24-years-old, Jay! I’m old enough to make my own decisions! I was old enough then, but I was dumb. Now I never felt wiser. I don’t need you controlling every aspect of my fucking life!”
Sitting calmly during the songstress’ tirade, Jay-Z simply stated, “You keep fucking around with that nigga, and you’re gonna see what I’m fully capable of. Now leave,” he dismissed her with a flick of his wrist. “I need you mentally stable enough for today’s press conference for your movie premier.”
Clutching her purse in her hands as she stood to leave his office, Rihanna imagined the designer leather was the elder rapper’s throat. Nothing would please her more than to squeeze the hot air from his vocal chords so the shit he was spewing would forever cease. That ugly bastard called me crazy!
The Barbadian stormed out of her boss’ office and slammed the door so hard the walls shook. A few platinum record plaques fell on the hardwood floor with the glass frames shattering. None of it got to Jay-Z. Right now he was content enough knowing that he managed to upset Rihanna.
*****
Back at the hotel in Brisbane, Chris washed the night’s events from his body with a heavy heart. Tonight he tried to tell Karrueche that their relationship was over and he wanted to work things out with Rihanna. Karrueche as expected didn’t take kindly to the news.
For the first time since he known her, the aspiring model threw a fit, cursing, screaming, and calling the blond singer out of his name. Chris anticipated as much and he wasn’t affected by her words. What they had was nice, but Karrueche would never have his heart. He was only with her for comfort because he missed the camaraderie of having a woman by his side all the time. He tried to be affectionate with Karrueche, but it always came out forceful. He could count on one hand with his fingers cut off at how many photographs of the two of them together he was actually smiling.
With Rihanna Chris didn’t have to try anything. Their affections, everything happened naturally. Whenever they were together, people could easily look at them and see how deeply in love they were without either party saying a word. There were still kinks that needed ironing out in their relationship, and Chris was willing to do whatever it took for things to return to the way they were before February 2009.
The first thing he needed to do was rid his life of Karrueche. Unfortunately he found out doing that would be more difficult than he imagined. He tried to calm her down and even told her she could keep everything he bought her, including the $175K Porsche he purchased for her, but it wasn’t enough.
Karrueche wanted it all… everything including the man who pampered and spoiled her rotten. She tried everything she could to make Chris forget about his ex-girlfriend; even going as far as to invite her best friend in their bedroom, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing she did was good enough to erase the past her boyfriend shared with Rihanna.
Nevertheless the half-Asian was determined to hold on to Chris at all costs. Desperate to make Chris stick by her side no matter what, she searched frantically around their hotel room and spotted a pair of scissors on the dresser. With lightning speed she made a beeline for the instruments and separated the blades.
Karrueche extended her left arm and quickly sliced her wrist, not deep enough to pierce the green vein along her arm, but deep enough to cause blood to pour from her wound. With tears blinding her eyes she cut herself again, not even feeling the physical pain of her self-mutilation because the emotional pain was so strong within her.
Fear washed over Chris and he instantly reached for his girlfriend and ripped his shirt of his body. Using his torn shirt as gauze, he wrapped it around her arm and applied pressure to her cuts.
“I’ll kill myself if you leave me, Chris.” Karrueche cried out in desperation. Her eyes closed when she felt his heavy arms engulf her small body. Dropping the scissors, she inhaled deeply, breathing in his Dolce & Gabbana cologne mixed with his body’s natural smell. The pheromones coming from his body had a calming effect on her and she welcomed the scent easing her frayed nerves. “I swear I’ll do it. I won’t question you about other women. I won’t question you if you leave me and don’t call, just… just don’t leave me.”
Not knowing what to do about his situation, Chris waited for the bleeding to stop before entering their bathroom to retrieve the hotel room’s First Aid kit. Quietly he cleaned up Karrueche’s wounds and wrapped the lacerations in a clean bandage.
Worried about what she’d do next, helplessly the singer picked his girlfriend up in his arms and tenderly laid her on their bed. He stripped their clothes from their bodies and reached for his Magnum condoms on the nightstand. He used one and delicately sexed Karrueche until she passed out after coming from her orgasm.
Chis stood underneath the showerhead and allowed the scalding hot water to sluice from his blond hair down his body. He didn’t bother turning on the cold nozzle because he wanted to fully cleanse himself of the mess he was currently in.
Following the reunion of Rihanna, the last thing he needed was for the media to write a story about his suicidal girlfriend. He chuckled without humor thinking about the headlines: “Chris Brown’s Girlfriend Karrueche Tran Attempts Suicide after Reuniting with Former Flame”. “Woman Abuser Chris Brown Just Hurt Another Woman—Karrueche Tran Hospitalized Due to Suicide Attempt Because of Brown”. TMZ would have a field day with the story!
Tossing his head back, the R&B star closed his eyes while hot tears streamed down his face. No matter what move he tried to make to be happy, he took two steps forward and was knocked back by five. He finally mustered enough courage to face the world head-on just to be with Rihanna, and that frightened and thrilled him at the same time. Now his girlfriend threatened him by nearly taking her own life if he were to leave her.
His emotions came crashing against him in large waves of despair. Mentally Chris was done. He suddenly yearned for the life he once had before the fame. Back then everything was easier, even witnessing the abuse in his home was nothing compared to what he was dealing with right now! At least his mother had a reprieve from his sadistic step-father from time-to-time. With everything Chris was dealing with in his life, it was a never-ending cycle of drama.
When Chris made love to Karrueche his heart wasn’t in it. He only joined bodies with her out of obligation. He wanted to prove to her that he wouldn’t leave her. Now he wondered how he was going to break the news to Rihanna telling her they couldn’t be together again. This was his final chance with Rihanna and Chris knew one more fuck up could ruin any future chance he’ll have with her.
Chris thought about the night he and Rihanna shared here in Brisbane and the endless love they made. Feeling her body against his in her bed, the shower, the floor, against the wall brought a smile through his tears. They utilized every inch of her hotel room, basking in each other’s arms and professing their love over again.
Rapidly opening his eyes from remembering making love to the songstress, he thought about the condom he used with Karrueche. It was a box of 12, but only one was used, leaving 11. Even though Chris brought them along intending to use them with Rihanna, not once did they use anything in the box.
How many times did they copulate two nights ago? How many times did he come inside her? How long did she lay basking in the aftermath of their mating?
Realizing it's possible that Rihanna may be pregnant with his child made Chris’ body go numb. It was like his brain was dead and he couldn’t move even if he wanted. In a flash everything came crashing down on the singer. Not having any regard for his neighbors or the sleeping woman outside the bathroom door, Chris raised his fist and punched the tiled shower wall ahead of him.
“FUCK!!!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, ignoring the pain and swelling in his fist. “I don’t need this shit!”
*****
Dun, dun, dun, dun…! (In my Johnny Cage MK2011 voice.) And the delicious drama really begins! Hey, don’t look at me like that! I like torturing Chris because it’s fun!
Irrelevant facts: For the record I do not advocate smoking! I don’t smoke, not because it’s unhealthy, but because I honestly hate the smell of smoke. You name it, I hate it: weed smoke, cigarette smoke, cigar smoke, crack smoke, fire smoke, the smoke that clouds the kitchen every time I cook, I just hate the smell of smoke in general. Just putting that out there.
Has anyone ever listened to “Birthday Cake” with their headphones on? Did y’all ever pay attention to Chris’ ad-libs in the song? That nigga sounds horny and sexy as fuck!
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