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Hello Jessica! Yeah… ain’t reading about other people’s drama grand?
WARNING: Chris will be the ultimate bastard in this chapter! If that doesn’t make you comfortable, DO NOT READ! DO NOT PASS GO! DO NOT COLLECT $200! Leave now because things are going to get pretty ugly! If you don’t take heed to my warning and continue anyway, just know that I’m going to ignore every negative comment about Chris’ character in this chapter. Please don’t make me say “I told you so!”
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Love… Chapter 19
It was Sunday June 3, 2012 and Chris Brown invited all of his friends inside his home for a special party. He told Seiko and Karrueche they could go shopping, so the duo were out exploring the retail department stores of Los Angeles with Big Pat guarding them. This get-together Chris planned, he only wanted his male friends around.
Officially a month has passed since he last seen and spoken to Rihanna. The only time he even looks at her is whenever she’s mentioned in the media. Unluckily for him, that was every day. Chris couldn’t get a break from his ex-girlfriend no matter how much he wanted to.
The R&B star winced in disgust when he thought back to last month and the press conference Rihanna’s manager had about him. Rihanna wasn’t present, she didn’t need to be. Everything the old camel said got through into Chris’ head. Rihanna was officially done with him, but she wanted everyone to know that since he got beat too, it was okay for people to forgive him and move on. The undertones in Jay-Z’s speech deeply affected the singer, even if he didn’t show it.
It was a difficult month for Chris Brown. Paparazzi smothered him, his girlfriend, his mother, and friends the day he was discharged. The leaked photographs from the hospital were all over the internet and Twitter for forty-eight hours were trending them with the hash-tag:
#ChrisBrownGotBeat
Humiliation was merely an understatement to describe what the young man endured. It was 2009 all over again and the negative press made him reclusive. As much as it hurt for Chris to admit it, he was scared of leaving his home, so for the past month he stayed inside his mansion even though he has an upcoming album to promote.
Once the embarrassment washed away, it was immediately replaced with anger. Bitterness was entrapped in Chris’ being because his heart was now broken again by the only woman in the world he’ll ever love. And again Chris discovered that when things got tough, his ex-girlfriend ran in the opposite direction for safety.
I guess the bitch proves tha’ she can’t be around me when shit goes down ‘cause it’ll ruin her precious image. Fuck her image and her, too!
The R&B star supposed he could will himself to love Karrueche. He has love for her, but it’ll never compare to the love he still has for his ex-girlfriend. Through his second darkest hour Karrueche stood by his side, and Chris was grateful. He needed all of the emotional support he could get and his girlfriend provided that figurative shoulder to lean on.
However even with heartaches, heartbreaks, black eyes, and busted lips, life goes on and that’s a fact. And that brought Chris to host his afternoon party this Sunday night.
Bottles of beer and liquor, plenty of Subway sandwiches, and pounds of weed were centered in his living room readily available for his closest friends. All of his dancers, a few of his cousins, and Mijo sat in the available chairs surrounding the large, flat screen television.
“Hey, glad y’all made it out today,” Chris stood in front of the television and spoke to his guests. “I don’t need to tell y’all niggas tha’ shit’s been hard on a nigga fo’ a minute.”
There were scattered chuckles amongst his peers, but no one spoke so Chris kept going.
“And by now y’all know tha’ once again, tha’ bitch left me when shit got real.”
“I told you, you should’ve been left tha’ ho alone!” Austin, Chris’ cousin, was the first to voice his opinion on Rihanna. Ever since 2009 Austin disliked the pop star. Even though his cousin never told him what exactly happened in the car, Austin always felt that the Bajan instigated the entire altercation. She always hounded Chris with her insecurities about other women being with her boyfriend. Even though Chris did cheat during their two-year relationship, the singer always returned to Rihanna. Austin knew his cousin loved the songstress, but from time-to-time, Chris would dabble with other women. Austin didn’t think anything was wrong with it just as long as Chris used protection and avoided scandals. And Chris did, so Rihanna, in Austin’s opinion, shouldn’t have had any problems. Men cheat all the time, it was a fact that women needed to accept. In his opinion Rihanna deserved the ass-whopping she got.
“Kae’s wifey. You need to handle tha’, bra.”
Rolling his eyes at his outspoken cousin, Chris agreed. “Yeah nigga I know. Look, anyway, I invited y’all here ‘cause this is the day I’m celebratin’ leavin’ tha’ ho alone fo’ good this time!”
“Wha’chu gon’ do?” This time one of his dancers J. Sil asked.
“We gon’ look at pictures, man.” The R&B star answered. He smiled when everyone in the room began to groan their disinterest.
“What?” Austin hollered in disbelief. “Nigga, tha’s why you told us to come over here? So we can look at some fuckin’ pictures? Yo’ man, I’m out.” Austin stood to leave and Chris did nothing to stop him.
He silently connected his iPhone to his television and told his guests, “Of Robyn.”
The sexy images of Rihanna that were leaked three years ago from Chris’ phone entered Austin's mind, and that made him stop in his tracks. He turned around, lifted a brow at his cousin and said, “Well in tha’ case I guess I can stay a little longer.”
“Roll some kush my nig’.” Chris instructed his cousin.
Everyone present grabbed their sandwiches, liquor, and joints to prepare for the slideshow of Rihanna.
Chris tapped his phone’s screen to access his Robyn Collection picture folder. Explicit images of the pop star on their trip to Fiji showed on the television, and they were met with a chorus of “oohs”, “ahhs”, and a few “got damns”.
B-Shaw, another dancer for Chris, guzzled down his liquor and leaned forward in his seat to get a closer look at the screen. “Damn shorty gotta pretty pussy!”
“Nigga you ain’t neva lied!” Austin agreed with the young man while keeping his eyes focused on the screen. “And she really is a freak! Damn, look at how my nigga Chris got tha’ bitch all tied up an’ shit!”
The singer, who was sitting next to his cousin, pounded his fist against Austin’s as he chuckled. “Yeah man,” he told everyone after smoking his joint. “She really like tha’ type of shit. Fuck it though, I’m a real nigga, an’ y’all know a nigga wasn’t complainin’ or nothin’. I handle mine.”
“S-S-S and M-M-M,” Austin’s makeshift high-pitched voice sounded throughout the room. He parodied Rihanna’s number one single, “S&M”.
Everyone in attendance laughed at Chris’ cousin mocking Rihanna, everyone except Mijo. He sat quietly while looking at everyone else in the room insulting the songstress. He knew his best friend was hurting deeply for Rihanna abandoning him in his time of need, but showing everyone private pictures of their time together wasn’t going to make Chris’ pain go away. Mijo also knew that Chris was holding on tightly to Karrueche to cover up the sting of losing Rihanna yet again.
Mijo’s body betrayed his mind because he felt himself getting aroused through his pants. It couldn’t be helped—Rihanna is an extremely attractive woman and to see her so open affected his libido. But it wasn’t right. Mijo simply didn’t feel comfortable sitting idly while someone who he considered a friend was being made a spectacle of. Something had to be done, however he couldn’t muster up the courage to stop Chris. Guiltily he continued to sit and consume his sandwich and watch.
“Bwahahahahaha!” All of the guys—not including Mijo—screamed out when a particular photograph of Rihanna dressed in her dominatrix attire appeared on the screen.
Chozin, another dancer who remained quiet until now stated, “Man Chris, I’m startin’ to think you stupid. Rihanna’s fine as fuck, she got mo’ money than you, and she a freak? Why you ain’t wifed her yet?”
“ ’Cause she fake as hell, tha’s why.” He pounded his fist against his cousin’s again and laughed when another picture of Rihanna from their trip in Australia showed. “And I don’t fuck wit’ fake bitches.”
The laughter died down when another photo from their trip in Fiji appeared. It was a picture of Rihanna sitting on the bed in her robe and reading glasses reading her book. Chris forgot that he took the picture. He wanted the picture because he especially liked the way the Bajan looked, fresh-faced and innocent.
“Awwwww!” The young men cooed at the television before erupting in laughter again.
Chris’ heart thumped in his chest as his conscience hammered away at his mind, telling the singer that what he was doing is wrong. His heart shattered into a million pieces when Rihanna left without a trace, but humiliating her wouldn’t change their situation. If the tables were turned Chris knew deep down that Rihanna wouldn’t do this to him. When her photos appeared on the internet three years ago the pop star could’ve damaged him even further with the pictures she saved in her phone of him—but didn’t. Even after he hurt her physically, emotionally, and mentally, Chris knew Rihanna could never bring herself to intentionally hurt him back. It simply wasn’t in her nature to do so.
This shit’s fucked up. Standing up, Chris put out his joint, turned off his television and unhooked his phone from it. He ignored the outcries from his guests and eloquently told them to, “Get the fuck out. Show’s over now.”
“Man what the fuck?” Austin stood and everyone else followed suit. “Why you trippin’?”
Giving his cousin an irritated look, the R&B star sucked his teeth and answered, “ ‘Cause I feel like it. I’m done and I don’t have to explain myself to y’all.”
“Man whatever nigga.” Austin grabbed a few sandwiches, a bottle of liquor, and some weed to take with him. “I done seen all I needed to see, anyway.”
Chris didn’t say anything else when his guests also grabbed the refreshments they wanted and exited his home. The last one to leave was Mijo, and the singer noticed his best friend hesitated in his steps. Not liking the look Mijo was giving him Chris asked, “Why you lookin’ at me like tha’, man? Wha’s wrong wit’ you?”
“Tch,” Mijo rolled his eyes at the singer and countered, “I need to ask you wha’s wrong wit’ you?” He didn’t wait for Chris to respond before leaving the R&B star’s home.
Slamming and locking his door, Chris looked down at his Jordan’s and whispered, “Man, I don’t even know my got damn self.”
*****
It was the night of July 3rd and Mijo, Karrueche, and Seiko were in attendance at Chris Brown’s official album release party in Los Angeles. They were at Greystone Manor celebrating the highly anticipated release of Fortune.
Everyone sat in the VIP section surrounding the large cake with the image of the Fortune cover on it. Chris bought out the entire bar and had several rounds of alcohol served for everyone in the club. He thanked everyone at Greystone Manor for coming out to support him and his new project.
“Team Breezy,” Chris stood at the railing of the VIP section and shouted at everyone below him. “We in here! This is fo’ y’all! Fortune motherfuckas!”
Every person in the club shouted “Fortune!” before DJ Babey Drew started playing “Strip”. Various women from all corners of the club gathered on the dance floor to shake their asses to the popular R&B song.
“C’mon, nigga.” Seiko reached for Mijo’s arm and pulled him out of the VIP and onto the dance floor. That left Chris alone with Karrueche and he smiled and sat next to her on the couch.
“You good, babe? You need anythin’?”
The aspiring model smiled back at her boyfriend and replied, “Baby I’m good. It’s a nice turnout tonight.” She sipped Cristal from her glass and surveyed everyone in the club who came to support her boyfriend releasing Fortune.
“Yeah it is.” Chris also looked at everyone dancing and having a good time to his music. It made him happy to know that it seemed like two months ago his whole world was crumbling apart once more. Now everything felt right. Everything he worked for was finally paying off. Chris has several of the hottest R&B and hip-hop songs on the charts right now, various artists from all genres were vying to work with him, and it seemed those who were opposed to him couldn’t stop him from persevering.
The singer was confident that Fortune will surpass F.A.M.E. because F.A.M.E. was the project he needed to prove that he could still make it in the industry after the incident. Fortune is the album that will prove Chris has what it takes to remain in the industry—he needed to prove his longevity. He needed to prove that F.A.M.E. wasn’t a fluke and all the accolades and awards it won isn’t because people felt sorry for him, but because he worked hard to show the world that he still had it.
All that was missing now was the perfect partner by his side to share everything with.
Even with all the fame, money, cars, clothes, and trips around the world couldn’t fill the void of wanting to have someone in his life. Chris was twenty-three now and that’s still fairly young, but he needed someone by his side. He needed someone who would be there through the good times and the rough times. He yearned for love, and Chris believed he found that in Karrueche.
Never in their two-year relationship did the half-Asian disappoint him. She understood him completely. She didn’t nag Chris about his whereabouts or bombard him with her insecurities. Most importantly, when the entire world was against him—again, it was Karrueche who was at his bedside. The singer knew he could spend an entire lifetime trying to repay her for her selfless act of love, but it would never be enough. However Chris hoped tonight the life-changing decision he was about to make would at least be a start.
“Stand up, Kae.” Chris reached for his girlfriend’s hand and together they stood and walked to the VIP railing. Karrueche looked down at everyone below her and felt a sense of pride swell deep inside her. A little over two years ago she used to be one of those people in the crowd always searching for the next star to get attached too. Fate brought Chris to her and she never left his side since. It was Rihanna’s own fault for not sticking by him three years ago when he needed her. The pop star proved that she hasn’t changed her selfish ways because when life gave the Bajan a second chance at proving her ‘love’ for Chris, she turned and belted out the instant things got bad.
Karrueche hoped that her boyfriend knew that she’ll never leave his side no matter what. When they made love, Chris was extra careful in taking precaution to using protection. They used the condoms she and Seiko poked holes in, but even after three months, the aspiring model didn’t notice a change in her cycle, sleeping patterns, or experience any morning sickness.
None of that matters anyway, she told herself. I win. I was at Chris’ side and Rihanna wasn’t. He hasn’t let me out of his sight since that day. Thank you, Rihanna for being you. Don’t change.
Chris faced the DJ’s booth and shouted at his DJ. “Hey Drew! Cut tha’ shit! I got somethin’ I wanna say to these folks tonight!”
“I got you, Chris.” Babey Drew stopped playing the music much to the chagrin of everyone in the club. People started moaning and complaining, wondering what was going on.
“Aye, aye, aye,” Chris waved his arm in the air to get everyone’s attention. “Lemme jus’ speak to y’all fo’ a minute! I got somethin’ I wanna say!”
Everyone in the club became silent while they waiting patiently for the singer’s announcement.
“I jus’ wanna say I love Team Breezy and I ‘preciate y’all fo’ bein’ th’r’ fo’ a nigga!”
“We love you, Chris Brown!” A female yelled at the grinning singer above her.
“Y’all stood by me when shit got real hard fo’ a nigga, and y’all are here tonight. Thank y’all!”
The attendees shouted and applauded in support for their favorite singer.
“And somebody else stood by me through it all, too.” Chris looked into the warm, brown eyes of his girlfriend and he gave her hand a tight squeeze.
Karrueche squeezed his hand back and looked up at him with a curious expression on her face. She was tempted to ask Chris what was going on, but decided to be silent and wait until he finished speaking.
“When I thought everythin’ in my life would be fucked up again, my girl Kae was still here fo’ a nigga. And because of tha’, I got somethin’ I wanna ask her.”
“Oh shit now!” Another female hollered in excitement.
“Don’t do it, Chris Brown!” A male shouted his warning.
Chris ignored the fans and got down on one knee. He cradled her left hand, kissed it, and spoke. “Kae it’s been two years and through all the shit, I could always come back home to you. When I was performin’ in malls, you was there. When I was performin’ at the Grammys, you was there. When I was at my highest, you was there. When I was at my lowest, you was there. You already lemme know tha’ no matt’r wha’, you gon’ stick by a nigga’s side and I love you fo’ tha’. So I wanna know,” he reached in his back pocket and pulled out a small, black velvet box. Opening it, Chris grinned when Karrueche’s mouth fell to the floor at the large, one karat diamond engagement ring inside.
“Oh my God! Chris it’s beautiful!” Karrueche snatched the ring from Chris’ hands, turned away from him, and jumped up and down. She squealed as she snatched the ring out of the box and slid it on her finger. “Oooh baby! It’s a perfect fit, too! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
“Babe,” Chris spoke humorously at his girlfriend. “You kinda was ‘posed to wait fo’ me to do tha’. I was ‘posed to ask ‘will you marry me’.”
The aspiring model stopped jumping and faced her now-fiancé. She palmed his face in her hands and bent down to kiss him passionately. “Yes Chris! Yes I’ll marry you!”
The partygoers clapped and shouted their support for the newly engaged couple. “That’s my bitch!” Karrueche heard Seiko shout.
“Aww shit!” DJ Babey Drew belted into his microphone. “Y’all give it up for Chris Breezy and Mrs. Breezy!”
The people in the club shouted their support again, and couples gathered together when DJ Babey Drew played, “Forever”.
*****
Rihanna threw her remote at her television after watching the breaking report on E! News involving her ex-boyfriend and his new fiancée the following morning. The songstress sat on the bed in her bedroom and folded her arms over her chest. She wished she turned the television off before throwing her remote because now she was too emotionally disturbed to get up and turn it off herself. Falling back on the bed, Rihanna helplessly listened to the report about Chris Brown and Karrueche.
“Last night at his album release party, rapper Chris Brown proposed to his longtime girlfriend Karrueche Tran who happily accepted. The newly engaged couple hasn’t set a date yet, but Chris Brown is thinking about having a New Year’s wedding. Wow, I’m glad that Chris Brown has found someone that makes him happy, but I can’t help but to wonder how Rihanna feels about this.”
“Well considering that neither she nor Chris Brown has communicated—as far as we know—in the past three months,” another anchor spoke. “I’d say she’s just fine. Rihanna’s scheduled to headline this year’s London Olympic Festival with her mentor Jay-Z later this month and right afterwards she’s going to be preparing her new fashion television show for UK’s audiences. Rihanna’s doing very well, and we here at E! News would like to send our congratulations to Chris Brown and Karrueche Tran.
“Life is shit right now.” Rihanna stared at her ceiling and was surprised when all of her emotions suddenly left her as soon as they appeared. It was just like the night she spent in the hospital, she was officially emotionally drained. The pop star didn’t wish any ill will for the couple, but it would be a snowball’s fighting chance in hell before she sends out any congratulatory gifts to the pair.
“But I’m a strong woman, and now I got more to fight for, so I can’t be depressed.” The Bajan cradled her stomach with her left hand and rubbed her gently swollen belly over her t-shirt. “Ya hear that, CJ? Mommy’s gonna be strong just for you—no for the both of us.”
Rising from the bed, Rihanna stood and took off her shirt. She nonchalantly lifted her shoulders at the cotton Fruit of the Loom briefs she wore, not caring about being sexy. She unplugged her BlackBerry from the charger and told her unborn child, “I think it’s about time everyone found out about you, isn’t it?”
Standing in front of her bathroom’s full-length mirror, Rihanna held her cell phone with her right hand, while strategically placing her left hand over her stomach. She made sure that her Love tattoo was completely visible over her navel before snapping the photograph.
Sending the picture on her instagram and Twitter accounts to millions of people, Rihanna’s simple caption read:
@rihanna: #newlife
*****
Mijo sat in Chris’ living room later that afternoon. His wide eyes were glued to the television as the anchors on E! News talked about the now-infamous photograph of Rihanna’s belly posted hours ago.
He returned along with his best friend, Seiko, and Karrueche from a day of autograph signings. The two women went upstairs with Chris undoubtedly to have sex, and Mijo wasn’t ready to return home, so he decided to stick around. He was glad he did too, because right now Chris doesn’t know about the picture. The R&B star had his phone turned off all day so he wouldn’t receive any disturbing calls during the signing. But Mijo knew his best friend would need someone really close to Chris to calm down the raging bull lurking in the singer’s depths once he found out about the news.
Feeling like there was no time like the present, Mijo stood at the base of the stairs and hollered for Chris. “Chris! Chris! Nigga! Get yo’ ass down here! You need to look at this shit!”
“Damn nigga, wha’ the fuck?” Chris yanked his bedroom door open and adjusted his shorts around his waist. His blood was boiling because he knew that Mijo knew better than to interrupt his ‘fun time’ with his girls. They barely got a chance to take off their clothes before Mijo began shouting for him like a madman. “Hollerin’ my name like a bitch! Wha’s goin’ on?” He stomped down the steps with Karrueche and Seiko, each wearing one of Chris’ custom designed t-shirts, following closely behind.
“This,” Mijo pointed at the flat screen, “is wha’s goin’ on!”
Snatching the remote from Mijo’s hands, Chris turned up the volume to hear about the latest report on Rihanna. He didn’t really care one way or another about what was going on in her life, but the urgency in Mijo’s voice had the singer curious to find out about her situation. In the back of his mind, the singer already imagined his ex-girlfriend doing something stupid just to get his attention because news of his engagement to Karrueche hit the airwaves. Crazy bitch jus’ don’t know how to take a hint. I don’t fuckin’ wan’ you anymo’!
“This morning, pop sensation Rihanna posted a picture of her belly on her instagram and Twitter accounts with a hash-tag that said ‘new life’. The 24-year-old looks to be around two-and-a-half to three months pregnant. Many are speculating whether Two and a Half Men star Ashton Kutcher could have fathered the singer’s unborn child, or if R&B’s bad boy, Chris Brown is possibly the father.
“So far no calls were returned when we tried to reach out to Rihanna’s representatives, but please stay tuned because we’ll have more on this saga as it unfolds—
Everyone gasped in shock when they saw the remote embedded in the television screen due to Chris throwing it. Both and Seiko and Karrueche slowly stepped away from Chris, the latter nearly in tears after hearing the news and seeing the picture of her rival’s small, protruding stomach. What? No! I bet that bitch was waiting to do something like this!
Getting over his initial shock, Mijo looked at the red, angry face his of best friend and repeated the anchor’s words. “R&B’s bad boy? Mo’ like R&B’s bad at pullin’ out boy.”
“This shit ain’t funny, nigga.” Chris’ hard, cold eyes bored holes into his best friend. An image of Rihanna’s face flashed before him, and the singer pictured him hitting her one good time. Maybe it’ll help erase everything that was happening right now and he could return back to his regular life before he descended the stairs moments ago. As quick as the fantasy came, it disappeared and Chris closed his eyes and sent a silent prayer to God asking Him for His forgiveness. I ain't mean tha’. I-I’m jus’ so fuckin’ confused right now! You know wha’? It probably ain’t mine! She was wit’ tha’ dusty-lookin’ nigga! Tha’s his baby!
Mijo felt his phone vibrate on his waist and he unclipped it to answer. “Oh, hey Mama-J! Wha’s up?”
Listening to his best friend’s chipper voice on the phone made Chris fantasize about punching holes in Mijo’s body. How can he act like nothin’ happenin’ when Rob’s puttin’ me through this shit? Wha’ am I sayin’? Tha’ ain’t my baby!
“Yeah he here.” Mijo looked over at Chris before turning away. “Yeah I’mma let you talk to him.” Extending his hand, Mijo presented Chris with his cell phone. “Here man. It’s fo’ you.”
Snatching the device from Mijo, Chris sent another silent prayer to God before addressing his mother. “Hey, Ma.” His voice was drained due to the emotional turmoil bubbling inside of him.
“Baby I was trying to get through to you all day.” Joyce spoke from the other end. “But that’s neither here nor there. I’m just glad I got through. Listen, I spoke with Tootie two days ago,” Chris allowed himself to briefly smile when his mother mentioned his older sister Lytrell. “And we both had a dream about some fish…”
The R&B star dropped the phone to the floor after listening to his mother’s words. He didn’t hear anything else she said, but he knew of the symbolic meaning behind the fish dream. Whenever his mother or his sister dreamt about fish, that usually meant someone close to them was pregnant. So tha’ baby she carryin’ is mine… The shock behind the realization that he was going to be a father literally made him sick to his stomach.
Chris felt his stomach do somersaults and he clutched it with one hand, and covered his mouth with the other before running to the nearest bathroom.
Grinning at the silent pair, Mijo picked up his phone, looked straight at Karrueche and said, “Congratulations Kae. It looks like you’re gonna be a step-mother.”
*****
A week later Rihanna stepped out of the taxi with Melissa holding her hand and approached Joyce’s front door. She and her best friend took a trip to Virginia because the songstress wanted to personally discuss the nature of her pregnancy with her unborn child’s grandmother.
Rihanna called Joyce’s number from Melissa’s phone and made the woman promise not to tell Chris, or anyone else, of her trip. Joyce naturally complied and was simply glad that Rihanna was reaching out to her.
Joyce opened her front door and embraced the pop star, who was like a second daughter to her, in a loving embrace. “Rihanna I’m so glad you made it. And hello, Melissa. Thank you for always supporting Rihanna. She needs more people she can trust now more than ever.”
“Thank you Mama-J for having us over here.” Melissa smiled at the older woman.
Joyce opened her door wider to allow both women to enter her home. Once they were all settled in the living room, Joyce looked at the duo that sat across from her on the sofa and asked, “So, what’s this about my baby making a baby?”
“Well, Mommy,” Rihanna started the conversation. She was nervous speaking to Joyce about her problems, but with an unborn child on the way, the pop star was in dire need of support. She needed to vent as she formulated a plan to take down her manager once and for all.
“I want to talk about that… but first…” she looked at Melissa, who gave Rihanna an encouraging nod in return. Gulping hard, Rihanna closed her eyes, counted to five and opened them again.
With her faith and courage restored the Bajan said, “I want to talk to you about Jay.”
*****
Let me just say I could give 2 flying fucks about the members of Chris’ crew (except Mijo), so I’m not trying to get their personalities perfect. This’ll probably be the only time I even feature them in my story. Austin especially rubbed me the wrong way this week. He tweeted a video that had Rihanna’s battered face to his followers. Truthfully speaking I didn’t even care about Rihanna’s thoughts on the video because she can handle hers. I was more concerned with the negative press it would give Chris. It just made me think, ‘why would Austin do his own cousin like that?’ And it also made me think, ‘and why does Chris keep this retard on his payroll?’ As a concerned member of Team Breezy, I say this with all the love I have for the Yellow Man: Chris is a fucking idiot who really needs to reevaluate the people in his fucking circle—family and all!
Oh Mijo? Do you always have to make Chris feel lower whenever your best friend’s feeling pretty low? Stop it, I say! No wait! Keep going! It’s funny as fuck! “R&B’s bad at pullin’ out boy!”—damn I’m good!
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