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Okay I’m not gonna lie, I was supposed to write a sex scene for the previous chapter, but like I said, I wrote that chapter lazily. But you best believe Chris and Rihanna got their freak on! #CBRihRangeRoverSwag
Asani loved your lengthy review! They’re my favorites! And I never heard “Touch Me”. (Insert sad face.)
*****
Love… Chapter 15
Rihanna stood in front of her stove the following morning fresh out of the shower preparing breakfast for herself and her boyfriend. She listened as the shower upstairs was running, letting her know that Chris just entered it.
The songstress woke up before Chris and decided to prepare him a surprise meal for the wonderful time last night. In spite of the Knowles-Carters confronting them about attending the Battleship premier, she and Chris had a great time. The fans were receptive to them, and even some of the reporters didn’t mind them showing up together. Nevertheless, Rihanna knew that the blogs, gossip columns, and tabloid websites were having a field day printing stories about her and Chris. And she knew eventually she would have to answer to the public about her decision to invite Chris to the premier—again.
Rihanna was scheduled for a radio interview with Ryan Seacrest later in the afternoon, and she was sure Ryan would bring up the subject of Chris. The pop star didn’t mind talking to Ryan because he always respected her and never judged her decisions. So she was willing to be as open and honest with him as much as possible.
Smiling as she scrambled the eggs, Rihanna thought back to last night and the love they made in the back of Chris’ Range Rover. The music to “Sweet Love” was blaring from the SUV repeatedly. Still the Bajan was surprised that no one investigated the noise coming from the park because her screams of passion were louder than the music.
They drove back to her house and continued their night of intimacy all over her bedroom. She woke up first to take a shower and freshen up before cooking. Before entering her bathroom, Rihanna smiled down at Chris’ sleeping form and took a picture of him on her BlackBerry. She intended to keep it for private viewing.
Rihanna set their plates on the table just as Chris padded barefoot into the dining room wearing his pants from yesterday and nothing else. She tightened the knot on her satin, animal-print robe and greeted him with a smile. “Morning Chris.”
“Good mornin’, Robyn.” He reached for her ass and pulled her forward for an amorous good morning kiss. Releasing her, the singer joked, “I’m glad you all minty fresh an’ shit, ‘cause yo’ mornin’ breath be off the chain!”
Slapping his arm playfully Rihanna retorted, “I could say the same for you, nigga! I’m surprised you even know how to use a toothbrush and toothpaste!”
“Yeah whatever, Rob.” Chris looked down at the table and grinned when he saw the two plates of food. Looking at his girlfriend he asked, “If you cookin’, I guess this means I put it on ya las’ night, huh?”
Rolling her eyes at the singer, Rihanna said, “You always did know how to ruin a good mood. Don’t expect this shit to happen often.”
Not bothering with a reply, Chris sat down and inhaled the mouth-watering Caribbean breakfast. On his plate was salt fish cakes, fried potatoes, scrambled eggs, fruit salad, and coco bread. Rubbing his hands together anticipating on eating everything on his plate, he told her, “Damn baby, you went all out for a nigga, huh?”
“Shut up.” Rihanna sat on Chris’ lap and kissed the top of his head. She reached for the fork on his plate and filled it with bits of the fried fish and eggs. “Open wide,” she said with a smile.
“Damn and you feedin’ a nigga, too?” Her boyfriend asked incredulously with a smirk. “You jus’ can’t get enough of this Daddy dick, huh?” Chris bounced her in his lap, smiling lasciviously at her when he felt himself get hard in his dress pants.
“Don’t get cocky.” Rihanna rotated her backside against the swelling in his pants. She took the forkful of food and ate it. She grinned down at the look of confusion on Chris’ face and told him, “That’s what you get for talkin’ shit.”
“I wan’ you to feed me, Rih.” Chris told her honestly, relinquishing all jokes. “I’mma be a good boy.”
Finding it difficult to stay mad at the singer, Rihanna tossed her head back and laughed out loud. She didn’t respond; she just gradually fed her lover and he happily ate her cooking.
Together they sat in silence feeding one another until the Bajan felt Chris’ phone vibrate in his pocket. The R&B star looked down and scowled at the device before reaching in his pocket to retrieve his phone. He didn’t bother to look at the caller ID because he figured it was Karrueche calling again. She called and texted him nonstop since last night, and each time Chris ignored her calls and messages.
A part of him was still reeling over what happened in Australia and on their way home from LAX. He nearly lost his career again because of her, and Karrueche was the reason why Chris couldn’t leave her for Rihanna.
Ready to cuss out the aspiring model, Chris answered his phone with a demanding, “What?”
“Boy now I know I taught you better than that! Answer the phone like you got some sense!”
Oh shit! The singer thought with a panic. It wasn’t Karrueche on the other end, it was his mother Joyce. Quickly rectifying his mistake, Chris told her, “Sorry Ma. I thought you was somebody else.”
Joyce smiled into her receiver. “That’s better baby. I wanted to let you know that I saw you and baby girl on TV last night. I’m glad y’all are working out y’all problems. Appearing together in public was the first step.”
“Thank you, Ma. Sorry I couldn’t tell you befo’e. I wanted it to be a surprise.”
Mommy! Rihanna thought excitedly. She whispered in Chris’ ear telling him to put the conversation on speakerphone so she could talk to Joyce. They haven’t spoken in more than two years since the restraining order was put in place, and afterwards they lost contact. It was only briefly they sub-tweeted each other on Twitter last year that they spoke. Now she had her chance to speak to the woman who was like a second mother to her.
“Hey Ma, somebody wants to talk to you.” Chris activated the speakerphone and held Rihanna in his arm when she turned to straddle his thighs.
“Mommy!” Rihanna cheerfully cried into the phone. “I love you and I miss you!”
“Robyn? Robyn is that you?” Joyce was overwhelmed with joy when she heard the familiar Caribbean accent of the pop star. “Oh my goodness! Baby girl how are you doing?”
Smiling brightly at the phone the songstress replied, “I’m doing just fine. Everything in my life is going great. Nothing could make it better.”
“Wait a minute…” Joyce thought for a little bit after hearing Rihanna’s voice. An imaginary light bulb shined in her head when realization dawned on her. “Miss Lady, are you with Chris right now?”
Giving Chris a quick kiss on his cheek and smoothing the stubble on his beard, she answered, “Yes Mommy. We just finished eating breakfast.”
Joyce placed her hand over her heart and blinked away the tears that almost fell from her eyes. She sighed happily, knowing that her son was with the woman he loved for so long. Maybe now he’ll look happier and act right. “I’m glad to hear it, Robyn.”
“Ma we gotta go.” Chris hurriedly spoke when he felt Rihanna’s gentle kisses trailing his neck and shoulder. “Rob’s gotta get ready for her interview today, and I’mma fly out th’r’ to see you lat’r on.”
“Okay baby.” Joyce hoped everything would go well for her son and his girlfriend. She knew how brutal the media and public could be when it came to Chris and Rihanna, so Joyce could only pray that their love was strong enough to endure the hatred she knew they would receive due to their union. “Robyn it was nice talking to you again, sweetie.”
“You too, Mommy.” Rihanna blew kisses at the phone before Chris disconnected the call.
Chris turned off his phone and placed it on the table, not wanting anyone else to interrupt the rest of his time with Rihanna. Giving his woman a carnal look of desire, the singer opened her robe and frowned when he noticed her breasts were free of their rings.
“I thought I told you whenever you’re wit’ me, you ‘posed to wear your nipple rings.”
Frowning down at her lover, Rihanna replied, “You never said that.”
“Well I’m tellin’ you now. From now on whenever we’re togeth’r you ‘posed to wear your nipple rings.” The look in his brown eyes told the Bajan that her boyfriend was dead serious about his demand, and there was no room for arguing.
Grabbing the back of his head, Rihanna kissed him hard on the lips before asking, “You gonna worry about my nipple rings, or are you gonna fuck me?”
“I wanna do both,” was Chris’ simple reply.
“Well, while you make up your mind, I’m gonna be busy handling mine.” Rihanna slid from the singer’s lap and kneeled before him to unzip his pants.
*****
“Good afternoon Hollywood. You’re listening to KISS FM and I’m your host Ryan Seacrest. I’m in the studio with the extremely beautiful, extremely talented Miss Rihanna.” Ryan introduced himself and his special star guests to the listeners of California.
Everyone in the studio clapped and Rihanna smiled in return. “Thank you Ryan, I’m very happy to be here.”
They talked about her new single “Where Have You Been”, her upcoming clothing line, the decision to dye her hair black and cut it off, and the Battleship premier. When the subject of Chris Brown came up, the songstress fidgeted a little before replying.
“Well Chris and I started out as best friends, y’know? And in spite of everything that happened, we both just want to move on with our lives. I’ve forgiven him and we wanted to show that to the world. But it seems like there are people out there that still want to make us relive that day over again for the rest of our lives.”
Listening intently and giving the pop star an understanding nod, Ryan asked, “And how does that make you feel?”
Taking a sip of her bottled water Rihanna answered, “I don’t really care about other people’s opinions, but it makes me upset that people won’t let us just move on. We both have a right to live our lives without interference just like everybody else. I don’t want to browse the internet and see that picture every time, or read another article about how Chris and I are the next Bobby and Whitney. We just want to make music and entertain, and people should let us do that.”
“Indeed they should,” the radio host agreed. “I hope everything works out for the both of you whatever the future may hold, and thank you again Rihanna for talking with us today.”
“No problem, Ryan. I’m glad to be here.”
*****
Chris sat across from his mother in the late evening in her home talking and having a snack. He was back in Virginia to stay for the rest of the week. Karrueche, Seiko, and Mijo also tagged along but remained at his house because Joyce wanted to spend some time alone with her son.
“What are you going to do about Kae?” Joyce sipped her iced tea and eyed her son carefully as she waited for his response. “Don’t you think she should know about you and Rihanna being together again?”
Chris bit into his McDonald’s chicken nugget before answering. He briefly thought about telling his mother about Karrueche’s suicide attempt, but he didn’t want to cause any trouble. Joyce never trusted Karrueche because she always suspected the half-Asian was only with her son for his fame and money. Joyce always wanted Chris and Rihanna to reunite and God blessed the two young adults to rekindle their romance, but it seemed there was something about Karrueche that made her son hold on and not let go.
“Mama, uh… can I ask you somethin’?”
“Anything baby.”
Choosing his words carefully so he wouldn’t arouse his mother’s suspicion, the R&B star asked her, “Do you think… uh… do you sometimes worry tha’ people are gonna get hurt because me and Robyn are togeth’r again?”
Raising a suspicious eyebrow at Chris, Joyce asked, “What do you mean, Chris?” She took another sip of her iced tea and waited patiently for his answer.
“Well when me an’ Rob came out wit’ our songs on her birthday, people were tweetin’ how they were gonna commit suicide and stuff. Then folks start sayin’ how Rob’s not settin’ a good example for kids, and tha’ we encourage violence and shi—” Chris retracted his word the moment his mother eyed him sternly because he was about to curse. “Tha’ we encourage violence. Do you worry ‘bout people gettin’ hurt ‘cause of us? We don’t wan’ nobody to get hurt or die, we jus’ wanna be togeth’r. Wha’s wrong wit’ tha’?”
Joyce nodded in understanding. She set her empty glass on the tray on the coffee table and answered her son honestly and bluntly. I hate to do this, but he needs to hear the truth—the brutal truth. “Well to address your first concern: life is all about the choices we make. I would think you and Rihanna of all people would know this. I don’t care what’s going on with a person—suicide is never the answer! And I hate to say this because it’s not politically correct, but it’s the truth. If people are contemplating suicide because of you and Rihanna, then those people had deep-rooted issues long before you and Rihanna reconnected. It’s something they have to work out on their own. And no matter how much you wish for someone to not get hurt, you need to understand that you can’t bear the burden of the choices someone else makes in their life. Remember son, again life is always all about the choices we make. If someone chooses to put a gun to their head and say their reason is because you and Rihanna are together again, then Chris baby, they chose to die. It’s not your fault or Rihanna’s. That’s just a way for that person to put their death in your hands. And it’s not right.”
Chris knew his mother was telling the truth, but somehow it didn’t make him feel any better about his situation with Karrueche. He witnessed firsthand his girlfriend taking a pair of scissors and slicing her arm. That kind of image just didn’t go away overnight. Nor the image of what he did to—
“And as far as your second concern,” the singer was happy to have Joyce interrupt his thoughts. His mind was just rewinding back to the night of February 2009 and he didn’t want to think about it. “Chris you need to understand that what happened that night was awful.” Yet it seemed he was going to be reminded of it, anyway.
“The police report, the pictures… those things just don’t disappear. And with everything being available on the internet, those things never will. People will always have a reminder about what happened accessible at their fingertips.
“You and Rihanna have a right to be together just like any other normal couple who love each other, but Chris you and Rihanna aren’t normal. Y’all are celebrities whether you like it or not. And the two of you were practically children when it happened, that only adds fuel to the burning fire of people who are determined to keep the two of you apart.”
Joyce saw Chris look away from her and close his eyes when they began to fill with tears. Her heart lurched in her chest, but she was helpless to stop what was happening with him. All she could do was offer her unconditional love and support for her only son. “Chris baby, please look at me. It’s okay to cry. It doesn’t make you weak, it makes you human.”
Feeling like a helpless child instead of a 22-year-old adult, Chris stood and sat next to his mother on the sofa. He rested his head on her bosom and allowed the tears to fall, staining her blouse.
Rubbing his arm to comfort him because she knew her next words were going to hurt her son even more, she continued. “People are going to forever hold what you did to Rihanna against the two of you for the rest of your lives. I know neither of you want to face it, but it’s the truth. There are just people out there who wish for the absolute worst to happen to others, and there’s nothing you or Rihanna can do about it.
“On 20/20 Rihanna volunteered to be the face of domestic abuse victims which in turn, made you the unwilling volunteer for domestic abuse offenders.”
Chris remained silent; listening to his mother’s every word.
“And maybe now Rihanna no longer wants that responsibility, but people are going to remind of her it. In the public’s eyes, you and Rihanna will always be the faces of domestic abuse.”
“Mama, but what about—”
Joyce cut her son off and kept going. “I know there are other celebrities out there who’ve been in the same situation as you and Rihanna. And I know there are other celebrities out there who have done a lot worse than what you did, but Chris I have to remind you that you two were young. You were the up-and-coming new prince of R&B. You had an all-American, good boy image that people admired. Children looked up to you; they wanted to be like you. And Rihanna was America’s sweetheart. Everybody loved her. So when you did what you did that changed everyone’s perception of you.
“But I know that you’re trying your best to change everyone’s minds about you, but like I said, there are people out there who just want to see the worst in others. But you gotta stop these Twitter rants. You gotta stop these Twitter beefs and temper tantrums. That’s only going to make people hate you even more.
“People pick on you because you’re an easy target. They know that if they say something negatively to you or about you, you’re going to respond. Even if they’re in the wrong, even if they started the altercation, you Chris, you are going to always be the bad guy. You’re always going to be the culprit no matter what.
“I like that you’re using Twitter now just to upload your pictures and songs, and ignoring everything else, but baby, not doing interviews only makes you seem scared. Instead of running away from your fears, you have to face them because that’s the only way you’ll ever overcome them.
“You see how the media can’t get underneath Rihanna’s skin because whatever they give her, she gives it right back to them in full force. So whenever a question about you pops up, she just answers and keeps going. Maybe you could learn something from her in that regard.” Joyce kissed the top of Chris’ head and spoke her final words.
“I hope you take everything I said into consideration, Chris. I want you to be happy. I want Rihanna to be happy. If your love is really strong then it will overcome all obstacles.” She quoted the Bible verse Matthew 19:6, hoping that Chris would remember the words. “What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder. Pray baby. Have a talk with God, He’s waiting for you.”
*****
Chris lay alone staring at the ceiling in the guest bedroom at his mother’s house later that night. He didn’t want to go home and face one of the many reminders of his problems, so he called Karrueche and told her he was staying at Joyce’s place. She protested that she wanted to spend time with him, but she knew she wasn’t welcomed at Joyce’s house. Chris didn’t care. He needed to be alone in order to sort out his problems.
Sometimes he felt that his love for Rihanna was worth climbing the highest mountain and swimming the deepest sea, and at other times Chris just didn’t want to be bothered with the excessive drama. He wanted to be with Rihanna; the singer couldn’t see his future without her. He always imagined spending his life with her, marrying her, and she being the mother of his kids. No matter what no other woman in the world could take Rihanna’s place in his heart.
But Chris didn’t like everything that came with being with Rihanna. Jay-Z and Beyoncé wouldn’t leave him alone, the media wouldn’t leave him alone, and the public wouldn’t leave him alone. People constantly hounded and harassed him about her and it became frustrating.
At times the R&B star was ready to call their relationship quits. While attending the premier was fun, with the exception of Jay-Z, Beyoncé, and the gossiping patrons in the theater, Chris yearned to just go on regular dates with Rihanna. He missed the times when they would go to the clubs and be in their own little world. No one else around them mattered. The two of them making out in public at KFC was in all of the tabloids, but neither singer cared because they were just like any other couple. He laughed quietly when the memory of him trying to teach the pop star how to dance when they were at LAX surfaced. But that was all before February 2009.
Just like Joyce told him earlier, Chris knew no matter what he and Rihanna did to prove they’ve moved on, there will always be people out there who won’t approve of their union. The singer was at a stand-still. He didn’t know what was in store for his relationship with Rihanna, and he was the type of man who wanted his woman around him all the time. With him not doing interviews, and Rihanna doing promo for her movie, clothing line, and upcoming television show, Chris wondered how he could maintain in their relationship and keep it together.
The biggest reason for their fights all the time was because of Chris’ infidelity. It didn’t matter how gorgeous, successful, or rich Rihanna was, he always wanted to be with other women. It wasn’t that he didn’t love Rihanna; he just wanted something different from time-to-time. However, since their time in Australia, Chris didn’t sleep with another woman—minus the one time with Karrueche after her suicide attempt. Surprisingly it didn’t put a strain on his libido—yet. Chris knew that if he wanted to alleviate his burning lust when Rihanna wasn’t around, Karrueche and Seiko were around to take care of that.
But a part of proving that he loved Rihanna was being able to prove it to himself that he could be faithful to one woman. It was difficult for Chris, but he was up for the challenge. He also needed to control his desire to always have someone around him. He didn’t want to be with her part-time; he wanted to be with her all the time, but that was another problem in their new relationship for him. Rihanna was an extremely hard-working working woman and whether they were together or not, her career would still be intact.
“Man this shit sucks.” Turning over on his side, Chris punched his pillow and squeezed his eyes shut. He silently prayed for a sign to help him make the right choice regarding his relationship with Rihanna. Seconds later the ringtone for “Changed Man” played in the darkness of the bedroom. With his eyes still closed, Chris reached for the nightstand to answer it. “Wha’s up?”
“Inside on top of you, grindin’ inside and out of you…” The sweet, angelic voice of his girlfriend filled his ear and Chris smiled since arriving in Virginia earlier in the day. “Y’know I was listening to this song by a certain someone on the radio,” Rihanna spoke into her BlackBerry with a playful smile. “And it made me think about you, so I decided to call.”
“I ‘preciate it.”
“Last night was wonderful, Chris. I don’t think I told you that.”
Chris’ smile widened as he remembered them dancing in the park’s parking lot before making love in the back of his Range Rover. “You didn’t have to say nothin’. You screamin’ my name and fixin’ me breakfast was thanks enough.”
Ignoring his obvious taunts, Rihanna continued. “I really like this song, Chris. It’s sexy.”
A crazy idea popped into his and he wondered if his girlfriend would be crazy enough to agree to it. A part of the singer already knew the answer, but he just wanted to hear it from her. “I’m scheduled to shoot the video next week. And I could use a leadin’ lady, and I’m directin’ the video.”
Rihanna’s cackles worried Chris as he listened to them. He suddenly felt foolish for even requesting such a large favor from her. Not only would Rihanna’s schedule wouldn’t allow it, but the public still was reeling over them recording music together and attending the Battleship premier. There would be no way the public would accept them shooting a music video, and for a song such as “Sweet Love” the public outcry would be enormous!
Chris was about to retract his statement when the pop star spoke.
“I might have to cancel a few interviews, but I think I can make it. It’s about time you asked, nigga. I was wondering what took so long.”
And that was why Chris loved her. “Wha’ ‘bout yo’ management company?” He teasingly asked.
“What about them?”
*****
Jay-Z sat in his home office in New York and across from him sat another, large built man. The rapper was still reeling from the Battleship premier after seeing Rihanna and Chris Brown together. Them smiling, holding hands, and mingling with the fans without a care in the world was enough to make him march over to where they were and beat Chris in the same way he beat Rihanna.
His insubordinate protégé proved time and again that she would continue to do whatever it is she wanted to do, even without his blessing. Jay-Z found that unacceptable! No one objected him! Nearly everyone in the entertainment industry feared him and Jay-Z intended to keep it that way. There was no way he would be publicly humiliated by Rihanna and that high-yellow nigga she followed. People’s opinions on the couple were changing by the day, and Jay-Z couldn’t have that. Desperate times called for desperate actions. Rihanna’s gonna have to learn the hard way.
Jay-Z knew no matter what he told Rihanna, she would object and continue to do as she pleased. So now he knew the only way to get to Rihanna was to get to Chris Brown. That way she’ll fold helplessly.
“Do you play chess?” Jay-Z asked his visitor.
“I’m not familiar with the game.” The man plainly answered.
Reclining in his leather chair the rapper explained, “In the game of chess pawns are sacrificed in order for the king to be captured to save the queen. Rihanna right now is worshiping the throne that fuck nigga sits on.”
The man already knew Jay-Z was referring to Chris Brown. He didn’t interrupt the mogul’s speech; he just continued to listen.
“I need you to sacrifice that pawn and dethrone him. Rihanna needs to learn a lesson that she just can’t do whatever she wants to without consequence.”
The visitor raised his eyebrow when Jay-Z implied that Chris Brown was both a pawn and a king in Jay-Z’s world of chess. I wonder what he’s got against the lil’ nigga. He don’t seem that bad to me. Yeah he fucked up, but that was years ago. Oh well, business is business.
Leaning forward to rest his elbows on the desk the man asked, “And how much are we talkin’ about?”
Jay-Z slid a check over his desk and the man swiftly took it. He heard his guest give a low whistle at the amount and knew the visitor approved.
Damn! $250,000! Jay must want the lil’ nigga dead!
As if reading his thoughts, Jay-Z told him, “Leave the fuck nigga alive. I want him to suffer. He needs to remember what he did was wrong and it can’t go unpunished. And he needs to know that he can never be with Rihanna. Period. You’ll get the other half when the job’s done. You got two weeks.”
Raising a quizzical brow the man asked, “And what’s supposed to happen after the job’s finished?”
“Checkmate.”
*****
Yeah my Jay-Z’s sadistic. Hell he stabbed a man over some money, punched a teenage girl repeatedly in her face because she wanted to take his picture, and smashed a champagne bottle in a woman’s face at a nightclub. So in my story there’s no telling how far he’ll go to keep Rihanna and Chris apart. I just hope Rihanna and Chris’ relationship is strong enough to survive whatever’s coming.
Was I the only one who thought that Chris’ performance of “Birthday Cake” was lame as hell?
Irrelevant fact: I’ve never played a single fucking game of chess in my life. I briefly skimmed Wikipedia to get an understanding of the rules for chess. Needless to say, I didn’t pay attention because reading that mess was Boring with a capital B!
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