Love... | By : Nesha Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rihanna Views: 10363 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Oh gosh golly! Our lil’ power couple is going through it, huh? Gee I wonder why? (Sips mint tea.) Oh my gosh! We have a new reviewer whose name doesn’t start with the letter A! (Lol!) Welcome to dark side, Parminder! Aria, I’ve been Team Breezy since ’05. I just jumped on the Rihanna Navy bandwagon when the “We Found Love” video came out.
*****
Love… Chapter 18
Rihanna looked into the deep brown eyes of her boyfriend and engulfed him in a suffocating hug. She was happy that he was okay. It was all a dream. The robbery, the attack, Jay-Z’s warning, none of it was real. He was here with her, holding her with all the love he had for her, too.
Together they stood alone with the darkness surrounding them, but their love was more than enough to brighten the dark void. Instantly the scene changed and they were lying together on her living room sofa watching television. Chris circled his arms around Rihanna, and she turned to face him to press her lips against his neck.
“I love you,” she heard the singer coo into her ear.
“I love you, too,” the pop star whispered against his flesh. Rihanna stretched her neck to kiss him, but before their lips met Chris’ body vanished.
She sat up on the sofa and her hazel-green eyes searched around the living room to find him. “Chris?” The Bajan called out but there wasn’t a response. “Chris?” Her cry became more urgent, and still she didn’t hear the southern twang of her lover.
“Chris!”
Rihanna sat up in her bed with sweat dripping down her forehead. She wiped her brow and searched around the room for the tall, caramel-skinned, tattooed singer but couldn’t find him. In fact, she noticed, she was no longer in her living room. She wasn’t even in her hotel room! Noticing the small sink with the mirror over it, white cabinets, and window with white curtains, the songstress began to panic.
She looked down and realized that she was in an unfamiliar bed and wearing a hospital gown. What the fuck? Where the hell am I?
“Robyn?”
Rihanna looked to her right and saw both of her assistants Melissa and Jennifer sitting next to each other. They each had a look of worry etched into their faces and Rihanna wondered what made them so upset.
“What’s going on? Why y’all looking like that? And why am I in the hospital?” She inquired.
Jennifer and Melissa looked at each other before facing Rihanna again. Not being able to talk to her best friend, Melissa looked down in her lap and waited for Jennifer to speak.
“Um… well Rihanna…” Jennifer trailed off, cleared her throat and spoke again. “When you heard the news about Chris’ situation, you had a nervous breakdown. Jay found you lying on the floor because you fainted. So we brought you here and you’ve been out of it for seven hours…”
Eyes wide with panic, the pop star hurriedly asked her friends, “What time is it? What’s the day? And where’s Chris?”
Still refusing to speak because she couldn’t stand to see her best friend in this state, Melissa continued to look down. Jennifer decided to just explain everything to the distraught songstress.
“It’s after 3AM, the date is early May 4th, and Chris is in LA at the hospital after being attacked and robbed.”
Falling back on her pillows, Rihanna stared at the ceiling and tried to will herself to cry. No tears came. She was officially all cried out. Her body was completely drained of all emotion. She felt empty, just a shell with no sustenance.
Rihanna holding and cuddling Chris on her sofa? That was a dream! Chris being hospitalized and her manager being the culprit behind the attack just to separate them for good? That was reality! And she had to live with it.
Refusing to look at her friends, Rihanna kept her hazel-green eyes on the ceiling and asked, “So what’s gonna happen to me now? What did the doctor say?”
“The doctor said that you suffered from stress and exhaustion.” Jennifer continued on because she knew Melissa was too upset to speak. “You’ll be discharged in the morning. Jay wants you at full strength so you can perform on Saturday Night Live tomorrow.”
It figures, Rihanna sourly thought. I suffer a breakdown because of him and all he can think about is how I can make him more money. She swallowed hard before asking, “And how’s Chris? Has he gotten any better?”
“Well he’s still in stable condition,” Jennifer wiped her eyes and kept her composure together. “Joyce is there with him… along with his girlfriend…” Jennifer felt bad for adding the last part, but with the media keeping a close eye on Chris’ condition, there was no way Rihanna wouldn’t have found out about Karrueche being at Chris’ bedside.
“I see,” was Rihanna simple retort. She folded her arms over her chest and counted imaginary dots on the ceiling. Musing over the conversation she had with Jay-Z, the pop star wondered if it would be wise to tell her two best friends what she and her manager discussed. I wanna say something, but I’m afraid if I do and it gets out, what will happen to Chris? Will Jay really have him killed? He’s already hurt Chris... But if I don’t tell someone…
Deciding that it was worth sharing the information with her two best friends, Rihanna faced them for the first time and said, “I have something to tell you. Whatever you do, please do not tell anyone! This is between us, to the death!”
Reaching for Rihanna’s hand, Jennifer grabbed it and held it over her heart. “Rihanna you know we’re here for you. You’re going through a difficult time right now. Anything you need, we got you.”
Melissa looked up and smiled at her childhood friend. She told the songstress, “Bitch, do you really have to ask?”
*****
Chris blinked the sunlight coming from his window from his eyes. He shielded his eyes with his hands, and Joyce quickly stood to close the curtains.
“Baby I’m so glad you’re awake.” She told her son when she sat back down. “Kae went to get you some ice for your eyes. How’re you feeling?”
Massaging his aching temple, Chris gave his mother a weak smile and answered. “I feel okay I guess. My head don’t hurt like it did yesterday, but tha’s it. I ain’t gonna lie though, I feel kinda high. Wha’s this medicine they got me on?”
Chuckling at her son’s joke, Joyce dried the tears of happiness from her eyes. She was thankful that Chris was able to make light of the situation that he endured early yesterday morning. That’s my baby. “I’m just glad that you’re okay. Are you hungry, Chris? I can send for the nurse to get you something to eat.”
“Nah I’m not hungry.” The singer smoothed the wrinkles from his blanket and reached for the remote to turn on the television. The popular talk show The View came on and Chris listened for at bit when the women discussed his current situation.
“So early yesterday morning Chris Brown was attacked and robbed on the expressway.” Elisabeth Hasselbeck led the conversation with a flip of her long, blonde hair. “He suffered from two black eyes, a broken nose, a busted lip, multiple bruises on his body, and a broken finger.
“I for one do not feel any sympathy for Chris! He deserved everything that happened to him! What he did to Rihanna back in 2009 was horrific and despicable! He should’ve gone to jail, but he got off easy! Then last year there was the Good Morning America incident where he threw a chair out of a window! ABC should’ve pressed charges, but once again, Chris got off easy!” She took a sip of her water and continued.
“On the night of the Grammys, Chris went on a Twitter rant cursing out his followers and being very unappreciative for his coveted award. It never felt like Chris was sorry for hurting Rihanna, and now that he was attacked I’m supposed to feel bad? No way, no how! This is karma and karma is real! Chris needs to learn his lesson the hard way. Men can’t go around hitting women and acting without a care in the world! After the whole Rihanna fiasco Chris should’ve humbled himself. Now, karma came back on him and maybe now he’ll finally realize what he did was wrong and change for the better.”
There was a chorus of applause from the audience in attendance in full support of Elisabeth’s opinion.
Joy Behar decided it was best to remain silent, but nodded in Elisabeth’s direction in understanding.
Sherri Shepherd faced Elisabeth and said, “Chris did his time. He did his community service, he completed his anger management classes and his judge gave him high marks. He didn’t have to worry about facing jail time because little do people know, Rihanna never pressed charges against Chris. People have been hounding Chris for a mistake he made one time when he was nineteen years old! Now I’m not saying what he did was right because it wasn’t. No matter the situation, violence is never the answer. What I’m saying is how long are we—the public—are going to make Chris relive the worst day of his life?
“You wouldn’t want people constantly forcing you to relive a tragedy in your past every day until your death, would you? Whether the public likes it or not, Rihanna has forgiven Chris! That’s a fact that cannot be denied! We all saw them at the movie premier; we all saw the making of his new video. They’re friends now. They’ve moved past it, and it’s about time we should, too.”
There was scattered applause from some of the members in the audience who agreed with Sherri’s opinion.
Whoopi Goldberg chimed in with her thoughts. “Violence begets violence. Chris and Rihanna are not the faces of domestic abuse. They got into a one-time spat when they were teenagers. No one can label Chris as an abuser because that would be false. An abuser is someone who commits the same act multiple times. Chris battered a woman one time and hasn’t touched a woman since. He’s not an abuser. And tell me, do you think that now Chris has been attacked will this truly put an end to domestic violence?”
Joyce snatched the remote from her son’s hand and turned off the television. She placed the remote on the windowsill out of Chris’ reach. Looking down at him with her hands on her hips she asked, “Why do you pay attention to this trash? You’re only torturing yourself and it’s gonna make you even more depressed. Stop it.”
Turning in his bed so his back was facing his mother, Chris sighed. “I don’t know. A part of me wanna know how people feel, so I get curious.”
“Baby,” Joyce sat back down to look her son straight in his eyes. “People are always going to have an opinion, but you shouldn’t let that stop you. You’re once again purposefully putting yourself in a situation that’s only going to get you down. Look at you! You’re in a hospital! You should be focused on getting well and finding a way to promote your album, not lying here worried about what the world has to say! Whether you like it or not, before yesterday morning people were talking about you. After tomorrow people are still going to be talking about you! What can you do? Rise above, pray to God to love your enemies, and keep those who are truly by your side at your side, always.”
Robyn! Chris quickly sat up, only to wince and moan at the sharp pains shooting through his body because of his rapid movement. Slowly he lay back down again and groaned in agony.
“Chris! Baby!” Joyce stood to fluff her son’s pillow and cover his body with the blanket. “Please don’t make sudden moves like that! You’re gonna give me a heart attack! You have to take it easy.”
“Sorry, Ma.” The singer closed his eyes and scowled at the sharp pains hurting his muscles. A few minutes later he relaxed from the effects of the medicine when the I.V. started to kick in. “I just thought ‘bout Robyn. Where is she? Did she call you?”
“You know baby,” Joyce grabbed her purse that was resting on the floor next to Chris’ bed. “I forgot all about her when I heard the news about you, so I don’t know. I’m checking right now.” She reached for her phone and looked over her missing calls log. There wasn’t a sign of a missing call from Rihanna and that worried her.
Paying close attention to his mother’s expression, Chris didn’t like what he saw. He noticed confusion and worry creasing her face and he wondered if Rihanna made any effort to call his mother about his condition. He knew that his being hospitalized was all over the media, there was no way Rihanna doesn’t know. Chris had faith that Rihanna would’ve contacted his mother to speak to him and she would be flying out to LA at the very moment to be with him. Judging from his mother’s face, Chris figured that wasn't the case.
“Well…? Wha’…?” Chris wanted to know.
Putting her phone back in her purse, Joyce faced her son and said, “Baby, Rihanna hasn’t called.” Her heart sank when Chris pursed his lips and rolled his eyes in disappointment. “Baby I’m sure it’s for a good reason. You have to have faith, son. For all we know, Rihanna could be on a plane right now headed here.”
With new faith restored in him, Chris shakily extended his hand and told his mother, “Ma give me your phone. I’ll jus’ call her.”
Giving him a gentle smile, Joyce grabbed her purse again and handed the R&B star her cellular. “That’s it baby. Just reach out to her. You know Rihanna loves you.”
Chris dialed the number he knew by heart and frowned when the operator told him that the number was no longer in service. Thinking that he must’ve dialed the wrong number Chris tried it again, and again he received the same message. Wha’ the fuck? Wha’s goin’ on? Why can’t I get through?
Thinking it was best to check Rihanna’s Twitter; Chris logged on and frowned when he checked his Mentions. There were people saying that Rihanna was no longer following him on the popular social network. Out of curiosity the singer checked his followers and nowhere amongst the list was Rihanna’s name or avatar.
The R&B star frowned in worry, wondering what could’ve possibly happened to make his girlfriend ignore him when he needed her most.
Giving the phone back to his mother he told her, “Ma, I think Robyn’s number been changed, and she unfollowed me on Twitter.”
*****
“I just want to let everyone know that Rihanna is doing fine,” Jay-Z spoke as he stood in front of a podium at a local press conference. Several news reporters, magazine reporters, and camera men were in attendance. They were present to listen to the rapper talk about Rihanna’s feelings regarding Chris Brown’s situation.
“She’s terribly sorry about what happened to Chris Brown, we all are.” The mogul faced his wife who was sitting behind him. She gave him a weak smile and nodded in his direction, while rolling her eyes behind her large shades. “Rihanna just wants to continue doing what she loves and that’s making music and entertaining the public. She would never wish for anything bad to happen to Chris Brown. She’s forgiven him for his past mistakes. And now, after three years, we all should forgive Chris Brown. It’s what Rihanna would’ve wanted. Thank you.”
Rihanna turned off the television in her hotel and tossed the remote on the floor. She sat in her bedroom alone and scowled at the television screen after looking at her manager’s press conference. It was late afternoon May 5th and she had to be at the studio soon to rehearse for her performance on Saturday Night Live.
The Bajan was tempted to roll a joint and drink her problems away, but decided against it. Getting high wouldn’t help clear the mess in her life. No amount of marijuana or alcohol would make Rihanna forget how she deserted Chris without any warning. Now that her ex-boyfriend needed her at his side, she was preparing to perform on a nationally syndicated program.
“Jay really fucked us over with this shit.” Rihanna stood and entered her bathroom. “Happy birthday, Chris.” She slammed the door to prepare for her shower, hoping the scalding water will make her temporarily lose memory of her current problems.
*****
Time and again Chris constantly checked Rihanna’s twitter page on his mother’s phone for any subliminal happy birthday tweets to him. There were none. Not even a shout out for Cinco de Mayo like last year.
Wha’ the fuck is goin’ on wit’ this bitch? The singer felt himself get angry and he has to close his eyes and slowly count to five to control his anger. Why she change her number? Why she ain’t followin’ me no mo’? Why she ain’t come out to see a nigga? It’s been two days now! This the fuck shit I’m talkin’ ‘bout right here! She threw me under the bus las’ time and now this? Got me thinkin’ we could be togeth’r again, and she plays a nigga! Fuck tha’ ho!
Hastily Chris unfollowed Rihanna on Twitter and posted a message to his followers:
@chrisbrown: bitches aint shit but hoes & tricks
He turned off his mother’s cell phone and placed it next to him on the bed. He faced the small entourage that came to see him on his birthday and smiled through his emotional pain. “Hey y’all. Sorry ‘bout tha’. I wasn’t iggin’ y’all or nothin’. Jus’ takin’ care of some shit.”
Joyce returned to her hotel and told Chris she would be back to visit him tomorrow. That was fine with the singer since he wanted to spend time with his friends anyway.
Mijo, Karrueche, Seiko, and his manager Tina were all present in the room. The once bare room was now surrounded with Get Well balloons, cards, flowers, and stuffed animals from fans. Chris smiled, thankful that no matter what happened to him, Team Breezy always had his back in the worst of times.
Tina reached inside of a blue gift back and pulled out a bottle of Patrón and handed it to Chris. “This is for you,” she smiled. “I know you wanna be somewhere else right now, but just focus on getting better. Happy birthday, Chris.”
“Aw shit! Thanks, T!” Chris grinned happily. He started to open the bottle to drink, but thought better of it. I’ll save this shit fo’ when I go home Monday.
Standing by his bed, Tina leaned down and gave her protégé a quick kiss on his cheek before turning to leave the room. “I got somewhere I have to be, but bye y’all. And you,” she pointed at Chris and playfully winked at him. “I know you in here and all, but try not to get into too much trouble, okay?”
“Man, wha’chu talkin’ ‘bout, T? I’m always good!” The R&B star joked which made everyone in the room laugh.
Tina waved again before closing the door. Once she was gone, Seiko approached Chris’ bed and planted a light kiss to his lips. Chris gently kissed her back and pulled away from her to ask, “Wha’s in yo’ bag, boo?”
Chuckling at him, Seiko retrieved a black velvet box from her gift bag and handed it to him. Opening it, Chris pulled out the Swarovski crystal dog collar for his pit bull, Diamond. He hollered with glee before wrapping his arms around the reality television star’s body in a bone-crushing hug. “Damn girl! This shit nice! Thank you, I ‘preciate it.”
Seiko stood back so Mijo could stand next to his best friend. The man Chris has known since childhood reached in his back pocket and pulled out a flyer for the SKIN Gentlemen’s Lounge. It was an upscale strip club in the heart of Los Angeles but Chris wondered why Mijo was giving it to him.
“Nigga, wha’s this?”
“Nigga,” Mijo stressed the term, widening his eyes and clenching his teeth for emphasis. “I wan’ you to keep tha’. So when you get outta here an’ get well an’ shit, we goin’! I’mma buy you a whole bunch of lap dances! Pusseh, pusseh, everywhere!”
“Ah ha, ha! Hell yeah, nigga!” Chris and Mijo touched fists and embraced each other in a brotherly hug.
Finally Karrueche stood by the bed. She looked down at Chris and rubbed his arm lightly, taking extra precaution to not accidently put pressure on his bruises. It pained her to see her boyfriend like this, but a part of her was happy. If Chris was never attacked two nights ago, she probably wouldn’t be here right now. The aspiring model didn’t know where Rihanna was or why Rihanna decided to stop contacting Chris, but she wasn’t complaining. Chris finally saw who stood by his side through it all. Karrueche’s position as Chris’ one and only girlfriend was solidified, and wasn’t anything Rihanna could do to stop it.
“I’m here for you, Chris. Always know that, alright?”
Karrueche was here for Chris. Whenever he needed someone, she was right there. Never has the half-Asian slandered his name in the media, she didn’t play with his feelings, and she never led him on only to kick dust in his face when he needed her. Chris started to think that he made the wrong choice with Rihanna. Two days without calling, texting, or trying to contact him to see how he was doing hurt deep. She stopped following him on Twitter, and he heard about the press conference Jay-Z had talking about him and her.
Chris was officially done with Rihanna. She was out of his life for good, and was now replaced with Karrueche. He didn’t even have to make a choice, Rihanna made it for him.
“Yeah, I see tha’. Thank you Kae, for always bein’ th’r’ fo’ a nigga. Now… ‘bout my present?” He wiggled his eyebrows and grinned boyishly at her, which caused Karrueche to burst in a fit of giggles.
“Here you go.” She pulled out a small black velvet box from her purse and handed it to Chris. When he opened it, he gasped at the gold Rolex wristwatch with diamonds surrounding the face. He slid it on his wrist and marveled at the way it shined in the room with the sunlight gleaming from it.
“Look on the back of it.” Karrueche instructed her boyfriend.
Chris took off his watch and flipped it over. He held the timepiece to his face and narrowed his eyes to read the inscription on the back.
Chris & Kae
Head Over Heels
It was the first gift Karrueche bought him and it was in perfect timing. He was suffering in a hospital and enduring physical and emotional pain. Tina had to speak to the media yesterday to let his fans know that his album Fortune was pushed back from May 8th to July 3rd because of everything that’s happened. She also had to let his fans know that the “Sweet Love” music video has been indefinitely shelved.
Now knowing who was really by his side through thick and thin warmed Chris’ heart. In spite of everything the media, pubic, rabid fans, and meddling rappers put him through, he just wanted to be loved. And Chris saw he had that with his best friend Mijo, his girlfriend’s best friend, Seiko, and the new love of his life, Karrueche. It was time to finally let the past be in the past.
“C’mere gurl.” Chris placed the watch in his lap to pull Karrueche in for a loving kiss.
*****
It was the evening of May 19th and Rihanna along with several other models were getting primped for the annual Victoria’s Secret fashion show. It was the biggest lingerie show in the world, and fashion and entertainment’s elite came out to support the designer brand.
Rita Ora, Drake, and J. Cole were scheduled to perform, and Rihanna was the guest celebrity model. She was chosen to walk the runway because she was able to diversify her look, and sexy curves that became more prominent in the passing month.
Smiling into the microphone underneath her lips, Rihanna spoke with Ryan Seacrest from E! News backstage. “Ryan you know I love you and respect you. And I’m happy to be talking with you tonight.”
“Rihanna you know I love you just as much, too.” Ryan smiled at her and told her honestly. “I have to know, how does it feel to be a Victoria’s Secret Angel?”
“Wow! It’s really… really overwhelming. I never dreamed that I’ll be doing this, but here I am! It’s really a dream come true. All the models here are beautiful, and I’m just honored that I was chosen to be a part of such an amazing event.” The songstress moved her shoulders to an imaginary rhythm in her head, and gently the large angel wings on her back began to flutter.
“Are you a fan of Victoria’s Secret, Rihanna?” Ryan grinned naughtily at the Bajan before facing the camera.
“Ryan!” Rihanna smacked the anchor lightly on his arm and giggled. “It’s supposed to be a secret! No I’m kidding! Yes, I love, love, love Victoria’s Secret! I have a naughty collection at home, but only people with special privileges get to see them.” She winked her false eyelash at the camera before puckering her lips to blow a kiss.
“Rihanna! You dirty little girl, you!” Together they shared a laugh before Ryan thanked her and walked away to interview another model.
The pop star quickly wiped the smile from her face and looked down at her designer shoes. She started to wonder how everything could go so wrong for her and Chris, again in less than a month. They spent a fabulous night together in Brisbane on April 14th, attended her Battleship premier on April 25th, and filmed their very first music video May 2nd. And in an instant, they were separated, again.
Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. Rihanna thought wistfully. If there’s so much interference in our lives whenever we were together, then maybe God’s trying to tell me something. I can find another man, that’s not the problem. The problem is I want the man I can’t have! He should be here to share this experience with me. Shaking her head to clear of mind of the past and what could’ve been, Rihanna’s eyes hardened as she put her mind into ‘grind mode’. Fuck that! I’m about to get this money!
*****
Rihanna strolled down the lighted catwalk and put on her best sexy face for the cameras yet. She flirted with the audience, giving all the attendees sultry looks while she modeled the colorful, printed designer lingerie.
Drake was performing his hit, “Marvin’s Room” and the way he kept looking at Rihanna caused the Bajan to smile harder. She ever-so gently rolled her hips to the music as she turned on the edge of the catwalk to walk back towards the backstage area again.
Suddenly the hot, bright lights began to overbear the pop star. She felt lightheaded and dizzy. Her temperature was rising, and she was in dire need of water to quench her instant thirst. Controlling her composure, Rihanna focused on her destination backstage. I don’t know why I feel so sick now. And I’m hot as hell! Fuck it I’m almost there. But the walk back seemed longer than it initially did when she first stepped on the runway.
Soon as I get backstage, I’m gonna get me a drink and lie the fuck down! Almost there! Rihanna was only a few feet away from leaving the catwalk. Unfortunately the dizziness took over her body again and the vertigo made it increasingly difficult to continue walking. She stopped for a moment to close her eyes, shielding them from the bright lights that caused her green irises pain, and to catch her breath. I just need to rest right fast. Then I’ll go.
*****
Rihanna woke a few hours after the show in her hotel suite with Melissa and Jennifer sitting on her bed. The Bajan looked down at her body and noticed that she was still wearing her Victoria’s Secret lingerie minus the angel wings and high heels. She looked at her friends and raised a brow at them. “What happened?”
“This is the second time this month, Rih.” Melissa stood from the bed and unclipped her BlackBerry from her belt clip.
“Huh?” The pop star swung her legs from the bed until her feet touched the floor. She tried to stand but vertigo kicked into high gear and she flopped back on the bed again. “What’s wrong with me? I’ve been lightheaded since the show. And why I still go this on?” She pulled at the thong she was wearing, making her friends focus their attention on her runway attire.
“Um, Rihanna,” Jennifer patted her friend’s shoulder in comfort. “You fainted in the middle of the show while you were on the runway.”
Rapidly sitting upright, Rihanna hollered at her assistant. “I did what? Ohhh… damn my head hurts.” She lay down again to help ease the motion of the room spinning at several miles per hour.
Sighing tiredly, Jennifer didn’t want to put any more bad news on the songstress, but there wasn’t any way to avoid it. “Honey the media’s been going crazy over this. They know you fainted when you heard about what Jay did to Chris—”
“Big-lipped faggot.” Melissa voiced her opinion about the mogul from across the room while tinkering with her phone.
Ignoring the vocally opinionated Barbadian, Jennifer kept going. “And when you fainted tonight, the media, tabloids all starting spreading rumors that you’re pregnant.”
“Oh? Is that all?” Rihanna sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes at Jennifer. “If I was pregnant, then I would’ve known the first time when I was hospitalized, right? I didn’t pee in a cup for nothing y’know? Even the doctor said I was over-worked and stressed.”
Melissa and Jennifer gave each other knowing looks, before the older woman nodded in agreement. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“It’ll all blow over. It always does.” Melissa accessed Twitter and sent a message to her followers:
@mforde11: i think we can all agree that @rihanna is NOT pregnant!!!! #stopspreadinglies #moveon !!!
*****
So Chris bought his own birthday gifts? Nice! And poor Chris. If he only knew the extreme sacrifice Rihanna made for him. I wonder if he’ll ever find out…
Irrelevant facts: I’ve never been to LA so I don’t know shit about the Skin strip club. I Googled it. For all I know it could be a hole-in-the-wall. So for anyone who’s from LA and reading this, I just wanted you to know. The Victoria’s Secret fashion show usually airs in the fall on television. When they actually record it, I don’t have a clue. Work with me people. There’s a method to my madness! (Mwahahaha! *cough cough wheeze*)
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