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I think… shit’s about to get real…?
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Love… Chapter 21
“Chris get the fuck outta my house!” Rihanna ducked underneath his arms to step away from him to give them some space. “I don’t owe you anything!” She stood against an adjacent wall with Chris pursuing her.
“Like hell you don’t!” He hollered at the mother of his unborn child. “You owe me a reason why you didn’t tell me you was pregnant! You owe me a fuckin’ reason why you left me laying in a got damned hospital for days without a fuckin’ call, tweet, text message, hell even a got damned e-mail! Rob, you owe me everythin’ an’ I ain’t leavin’ till you explain yo’self! So talk, bitch!”
Rihanna closed her eyes to control the extreme urge to slap Chris in his face. She balled her fists and breathed heavily to make sure she wouldn’t bring stress to her baby. CJ didn’t need his mother upset because it’ll affect him, too.
Opening her eyes, the songstress looked hard at the singer and slowly ground out, “Call me another bitch in my house again Chris, and I’ll call your PO—and I ain’t talking about the post office! And last I checked breaking and entering is a crime!”
Chris took two steps back from Rihanna and eyed her up and down. He raised an eyebrow in disbelief and placed his hands on his hips. Sucking his teeth, he asked her, “Oh so it’s like tha’, Rob? You gon’ do me like tha’?”
“If you disrespect me in my house again, hell yeah!” Rihanna nodded. “I told you to get out, Chris! I don’t wanna see you!”
“And I told you, Robyn,” the singer reached for her arms and pinned them against the wall above her head. He touched his forehead with hers and seethed, “I ain’t leavin’ till you tell me why you ain’t tell me you was pregnant. And I wanna know why you left me, Rob. You ain’t say shit! You jus’… left. I needed you, girl, and you gon’ diss me like tha’?”
Facing away from the R&B star until her cheek touched the wall, the Bajan squeezed her eyes shut and said, “Chris get away from me. Go home. Go home to your wife! What I do in my life from now on is none of your business. You gave up the privilege of knowing anything about me the moment you put a ring on that bitch’s finger.”
Letting go of her arms because he felt them being crushed under his palms, Chris placed his hands at his sides. He stood back and carefully looked at the mother of his unborn child.
Rihanna still had her eyes closed and her face pressed against the wall. Her stomach protruded from the oversized t-shirt she wore with gray jogging pants, and her hair was in a ponytail. His throat constricted when he noticed tears streaming down her face, but the songstress didn’t bother to wipe them away. His heart ached knowing that he caused her so much pain, but he was equally hurting. No matter how much he clings to Karrueche, there will always be a void inside Chris that only Rihanna could fill. If only he could get her to understand.
“My privilege was restored the moment you got pregnant, Robyn.” Chris lowered his voice because he didn’t want to upset the expectant mother any more than he already has. “You was ‘posed to tell me ‘bout this shit. Not post a damn picture on the internet.”
Finally facing him and hastily drying her eyes so she could see him better, Rihanna felt all her emotions she kept locked inside burst out at once. She hollered at the top of her lungs, angry at everything Chris put her through not only during the past months, but for the past three years. “I was ‘supposed’ to do what by you, nigga? You was ‘supposed’ to love me, dammit!
“What happened to ‘forever’ huh? I see you parading that bitch around on your arm every fucking day, and you have the audacity to come in my house and tell me what I’m ‘supposed’ to do by you? Fuck you, Chris! And I mean that!”
Chris felt his temper rising and it took everything in him to pocket his hands in his jeans before he did something he would regret… again.
Rihanna continued on with her tirade, not even paying attention to Chris’ fluctuating emotions as he stood in front of her.
“You want me to just sit by like a good little girl while you get to fuck Seiko, Keiko, and every other ho out there and not say nothing? I’m nobody’s doormat, Chris! You treat that gold-digging ho more like a wife than you treat me!
“I stood by your side every chance I could, even when you cheated and your friends and family disrespected me. And what do I get in return?”
Already knowing where this conversation was heading, Chris warned Rihanna through clenched teeth. “Don’t go th’r’, Robyn. Don’t you say tha’ shit”
Ignoring his warning, Rihanna kept going to prove her point. “I get a got damned black eye, two knots on my forehead, a busted lip, a trip to the hospital, and a fucking lifetime of public humiliation! And even after all that shit you put me through, even after everyone told me I was stupid for still wanting your ass, I-stood-by-you!
“I didn’t press charges against you, I didn’t call the police that night, I didn’t put the restraining order on you, I even testified on your behalf in court! All I kept doing during that time was love you! And what do I get in return? Ignored, disrespected, used as your personal blow-up doll, and humiliated some more when you started to play house with that jobless, rice cake bitch!
“All those times you told me you loved me? Did you even mean it, nigga? I go hard for you all the time, but I don’t get the same respect in return! I put my got damned life, fans, and career on the fucking line for you! And I didn’t even get a got damned ‘thank you’ in return! Lord have mercy…” Rihanna inhaled and exhaled deeply to catch her breath before carrying on.
“I put you on my song so our fans can come together. I really thought we could start over again, Chris! But time and again you prove me wrong. All I am to you is just your little fool huh nigga? Tell me something, Chris. Do you and your friends just sit around all damn day laughing at the way you do me?”
Chris looked away from the angry pop star when he thought about the time in June when he and his friends all looked at her pictures, making fun of Rihanna at her expense. He didn’t want Rihanna to see the guilt on his face.
“And the way you treat that other bitch,” Rihanna’s voice became hoarse due to her screaming and she lowered it so she could talk. “She gets dinner cooked for her, trips around the world, walks the red carpet with you, shopping sprees, and now the title of wifey. Chris, she’ll never love you like I do. But you don’t care just as long as you got somebody under your arm all the fucking time that you can control. You couldn’t handle me. You couldn’t control me. I wouldn’t let you walk all over me, and I sure as hell wouldn’t settle for being in an open relationship with you. I was determined to be your one and only, but that was too much for you, huh?
“I guess with this new bitch, since she doesn’t care how you treat her as long as you keep giving her, her monthly allowance and perks it’s all good.” Rihanna shook her head at the father of her child and asked in all honesty. “I used to have so much respect for you. How could you stoop so low, Chris?”
Listening to everything Rihanna just told him pulled at the heartstrings in his chest. Chris momentarily was at a loss for words. He never knew Rihanna felt this way about him and his relationship with Karrueche. The singer knew the songstress loved him dearly, but listening to her pour out her insecurities in front of him was overwhelming. He began to speak, but was interrupted with Rihanna’s next words.
“I swear Chris if Jay hadn’t…” Rihanna shut her lips, forgetting that she wasn’t supposed to tell Chris about what Jay-Z did. “Never mind.”
“If Jay hadn’t, what?” Chris repeated. He could feel his anger rising again and knew he had to keep his temper from flaring out of control. He didn’t want another repeat of February 2009. Not now, not ever again.
“Chris please just go home.” Tears blinded the vision of Chris and Rihanna was thankful for it. She couldn’t bear to see him at the moment and all she wished is that Chris would disappear from her life for good.
“You wanna talk ‘bout somebody hurtin’,” the singer dismissed the subject of Jay-Z, for now. “Girl I was hurtin’ an’ shit, too! All tha’ time was I beggin’ fo’ you to come back to me! Listenin’ to you talk shit ‘bout me all those years ago! Lyin’ an’ shit ‘bout how you never heard my song, an’ seein’ you wit’ tha’ gray-eyed fuck nigga!
“It hurt like hell seein’ you smilin’, livin’ life an’ shit an’ I was bein’ cursed out, blackballed… nobody wanted to fuck wit’ me! Then I met Kae, one of the only bitches tha’ was willin’ to put up wit’ me befo’e I got back on top! Then you come along an’ shit an expect fo’ me to jus’ drop everythin’ fo’ you an’ start over? Hell no, Robyn!”
“Hell yes, Chris!” Rihanna counted, screaming as best as she could even against her raspy voice. “Because I was willing to do the same for you! My love for you made me out to be a got damned fool, but I didn’t care as long as I could be a fool for you!
“You think I didn’t think about you all those years ago? Nigga I couldn’t do shit because of that got damned restraining order! What you wanted me to do? Visit you at your house and shit? Then what? You end up in jail? Nigga use your fucking head for once!”
“You didn’t have to diss me an’ shit, Rob!” Chris closed his eyes because he felt hot tears filling them. He didn’t want to cry, not in front of her, but returning down memory lane was a painful journey and it seemed the voyage was unavoidable tonight. Looking at her again he stated, “You coulda let me know tha’ you still loved me like I loved you. That got damned interview was dead ass wrong, Rob! I still can’t get ov’r tha’ shit!
“But I forgave yo’ ass, too! And don’t you ever question my love fo’ you, girl! I told you tha’ shit back in Fiji! I wanted to work on our relationship too, but as soon as shit got fucked up, you dip out! Wha’ was I ‘posed to do, huh Rob?
“You unfollowed me on Twitter, you change your number, you didn’t visit me! You wanna know who was by my side at tha’ time, Kae! Tha’s who! An’ now you wanna get mad ‘cause I put a ring on her finger? Fuck that!”
“Chris I didn’t have a fucking choice!” Rihanna clutched the sides of her head to ease the headache that was coming on. She was becoming stressed and she knew she needed to cool down before it affected her pregnancy. “I had no choice but to do that shit!”
“What the fuck you talkin’ ‘bout, girl?” Chris became berserk in his quest to find out why Rihanna was being so evasive in being honest with him. It was wrecking his nerves and making him even angrier. “Wha’ you mean you had no choice? Fuck outta here wit’ tha’ shit!”
“CHRIS GO HOME! JUST GO THE FUCK HOME! YOUR WIFE’S WAITING FOR YOU!” The R&B star was driving Rihanna completely demented and it was taking its toll on her well-being. Just when she thought she found a semblance of inner peace, Chris comes back in her life at the most unexpected time and dismantles it all in an instant. “I just… I just want you to go home…” She sobbed dejectedly. “Just leave me alone, leave us alone.”
Chris couldn’t leave them alone, because they were a part of him, too. Before he knew it his frustration and anger got the better of him, and the singer’s fingernails were digging in Rihanna’s shoulders. He shook her body forcefully, mad that the Bajan wasn’t being forward with him. “ROBYN BE STRAIGHT WIT’ ME! TELL ME WHA’ THE FUCK IS GOIN’ ON!”
Roughly pushing Chris away from her to release herself from his shaking, Rihanna bellowed, “Its Jay, nigga! Jay did that shit to you! He told me if I didn’t cut all ties with you, he would kill you!” Feeling her body drained of all energy, the pop star started to slide down the wall and on the floor, before she felt the strong arms of her unborn child’s father holding her up.
Wrapping her arms around his torso for support, Rihanna broke down and explained her meeting with Jay-Z in his office in New York four months ago. She told Chris about Jay-Z’s ultimatum, his threats on Chris’ life, and him forcing them apart.
“I was so scared, Chris.” Rihanna’s tears stained the singer’s t-shirt, but she was thankful that she had his body to hold on to. She breathed in his natural scent and it automatically gave her a sense of calmness. “I didn’t know what to do. I was on my way to see you and… and it just… it happened so fast…”
Slowly the news about the truth sunk in Chris’ mind and the first thought that came to it was to get on the first flight to New York and confront Jay-Z himself. As tempting as it was, there was still unfinished business here to take care of. “Rob, I… I didn’t know…” He placed a light kiss on the top of her hair and allowed the strands to absorb the tears that fell from his eyes. “Fuck I didn’t know. I’m… I’m sorry you had to go through tha’.”
“Chris where did we go wrong—again?” Rihanna wondered out loud. “It seems like every time we get close, people work overtime to tear us apart.”
Chris’ mind replayed the night in Australia when Karrueche attempted suicide the moment he told her he was leaving her for Rihanna. He allowed the half-Asian to control his actions and his role in Rihanna’s relationship because he didn’t want to see Karrueche hurt.
He should’ve been stronger. He should’ve told someone. He should’ve let her go when he had the chance, and now she was his fiancée. What was he going to do about it?
I need to be honest wit’ Robyn, since she’s being honest wit’ me. Using his thumbs to dry the tears from her face, Chris kissed Rihanna’s forehead and told her the truth about Karrueche’s suicide attempt. He felt her body tense against his, but the Bajan didn’t let him go, and he was glad. Chris also told her that after his attack he didn’t want to be alone anymore. He was hurting because she wasn’t by his side anymore, so he proposed to Karrueche.
“So many people out there,” Chris felt Rihanna’s warm breath heat against his shirt when she spoke into his chest. “They just want us to be miserable. Sometimes I could care less, and other times I don’t know how to handle it. What did we ever do to them? Don’t we deserve to be happy, too?”
Cradling her face in his palms, Chris leaned forward and pulled Rihanna in for a kiss. It was a passionate kiss that allowed both artists to release their inner frustrations at the world, and their undying love for each other.
Rihanna palmed both of his cheeks and kissed him back with all the love she had for him, too. Releasing her face from his, the songstress asked, “What are we gonna do now? About Jay and about K-what’s-her-face? We can’t just—”
Chris cut her off with another hard kiss to her soft lips. “Don’t worry, luv. I got tha’ already figured out. Jus’ trust me. Tonight, let’s jus’ focus on us.” He linked their fingers together and led her upstairs and into her bedroom.
*****
The following week Karrueche and Seiko were out spending time together with Big Pat looking after them. They just finished shopping and were receiving massages at a posh Los Angeles spa. Exhaling heavily as the Russian masseuse’s hands kneaded the aching muscles in Karrueche’s back; she looked over at her best friend and said, “Girl I’m never letting go of him. There’s no way I can go back to the bullshit. This is the life.”
“Yeah girl, I know what you mean.” Seiko also sighed when she felt her masseuse’s hands rubbing her shoulders. “Y’know, being the best friend of a famous singer’s fiancée has its perks, too. Whatever you get, I get, too. Chris put a ring on your finger, so you know it’s real. He ain’t letting you go, either.”
“Lower, please,” Karrueche instructed her masseuse. “Ahh, that’s better.” She reveled in her massage. “I know that, but since last week he’s been acting funny with me. I was on my period, but now that I’m off, he won’t make love to me. He won’t even hold me in bed. And when we’re around the house, we barely even speak. And I haven’t seen him all day today.”
“Do you need me to come over?” Seiko suggested.
Closing her eyes to fully enjoy the experience of her massage, the aspiring-model answered, “Yeah you might. Maybe all Chris needs is a little something extra to spice up the bedroom.”
“Rub my legs,” Seiko told her masseuse. When she felt the strong hands of her masseuse massaging her calves, the former reality star continued. “I’ll come over with you today when we leave here.”
“That’s cool girl.” Karrueche blinked when she thought back to last week, wondering what could’ve happened to make Chris pull away from her so suddenly. They went on a few dates, then the trip to Rite Aid, and she saw Chris talking to that woman who’s always with Rihanna.
Opening her eyes quickly, Karrueche looked over at Seiko and told her, “Y’know we was at Rite Aid last week and that Amazon chick who hangs out with Rihanna was there talking to Chris.”
Lifting her head to get a better look at her best friend, Seiko wondered out loud, “You mean Serena Williams?” Both half-Asian women began giggling and sighed at the same time before Karrueche answered her.
“Yeah her. I was shopping for some makeup and Big Pat was with me. When I saw them, they just finished talking, so I don’t know what was said. When I tried to ask Chris about it in the car, he just blew the conversation off like it was small talk. Then he disappeared that night and came back in the morning, showered, got changed, and left again. He wouldn’t tell me where he went last night, and I didn’t press the issue further.” Sighing heavily again, the aspiring-model closed her eyes to begin thinking about her future with Chris Brown. “I just don’t know, Sei. I mean, I care about Chris and all, and I’m not going to leave him, but sometimes it just feels like he doesn’t appreciate me enough. I feel like I’m being taken for granted. And I don’t like the feeling.”
“Well unless he went to go see Rihanna or something, you don’t have nothing to worry about.” Seiko assured her best friend.
Shaking her head after listening to Seiko’s words Karrueche said, “Nah, I don’t think he and Rihanna are on speaking terms. Nothing’s changed between them. They don’t follow each other on Twitter, they don’t have each other’s numbers—I checked his phone—and it don’t seem like they’re in contact at all. So I don’t think I have anything to worry about as far as Rihanna goes.”
Shrugging away Karrueche’s worries Seiko suggested, “Maybe he’s been really busy still promoting his album. And you know everybody’s working with him, so he could’ve just been at the studio and he’s tired and stressed. Don’t trip, girl.”
Feeling better after listening to her best friend’s response, Karrueche smiled and continued to enjoy the rest of her massage. “Yeah girl, I didn’t even think about that. But with your help, I’ll have something special planned for Chris tonight.”
*****
Once they were finished with their trip to the spa, Karrueche and Seiko approached the front counter to pay for their massages. The aspiring-model reached inside her purse and pulled out Chris’ gold American Express card. She handed it to the clerk and frowned when the clerk handed it back.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. But your credit card has been declined.”
“I’m sorry, but that’s can’t be. This card is unlimited, it’s can’t decline.” Leaning over the counter, Karrueche looked at the computer screen for confirmation, and in black-and-white, it stated that the gold card was declined.
Shaking her head in disbelief, Karrueche told the clerk, “I just used this card to buy clothes not too long ago and it worked just fine.” Handing the clerk the card again, the half-Asian told her, “Swipe it again. I know it works.”
Used to dealing with rude customers, the clerk did as she was told and swiped Chris’ card again. And again the card was declined. Smiling at Karrueche the clerk told her, “Again I’m sorry, ma’am. But your card has been declined. Now, unless you can afford to pay the $1300 balance for your massages, I’m going to have to call the police.”
Looking at Seiko, Karrueche asked, “What’s going on? I know this card works! We just used it!” She was becoming embarrassed because all of the other patrons in the salon were looking at her with weird expressions on their faces. Now everybody’s gonna think I’m cheap!
“Don’t trip. I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding.” Seiko reached inside of her purse and gave the clerk her silver American Express card. Once their massages were paid her, the clerk gave the former reality star back her card, and Seiko placed it back inside her purse. Picking up their shopping bags, she told Karrueche on their way out the salon, “After we put it on Chris tonight, he’s gonna have to pay both of us back double for today!”
Laughing at her friend’s joke, Karrueche shook her head and replied, “Girl, you ain’t never lied!”
*****
Joyce sat in Chris’ living room in his Los Angeles home sipping on a glass of iced-cold lemonade. Mijo stood next to her and together they waited for Karrueche to return to the mansion so she could speak to the young woman.
“How you think Kae’s gonna take the news, Mama-J?” Mijo looked down at his best friend’s mother. He hid the smirk that was creeping on his face when he saw the look of sheer joy on hers.
Taking another sip of her lemonade Joyce looked at Mijo and answered, “Honestly I could care less. It’s about time Chris came to his senses. I was worried about that boy, but now after everything, it seems everything’s gonna be alright. We just have to finish tying these loose ends first.”
The moment Joyce finished talking, Karrueche entered her home along with Seiko. The look of surprise wasn’t lost on Joyce when Karrueche’s dark brown eyes locked with hers. Joyce took another sip of her lemonade and waited patiently for Karrueche to speak.
“Mama-J… ahem, I mean Ms. Joyce, I’m surprised to see you.” The half-Asian set her bags on the floor, with Seiko following suit. “What are you doing here?”
Setting her glass on a coaster on the coffee table, Joyce smiled at the young woman and said, “My son called me over, so I came. And here I am. I see you girls went shopping today.” Chris’ mother eyed their bags and with an amused smirk she asked, “Did you bring my son back anything?”
“Well, no…” nervously wiping her damp palms on her jeans, Karrueche remained by the door because the atmosphere in the living room didn’t make her feel comfortable. It was something about the way Chris’ mother and his best friend were looking at them that upset her. Figuring it would be best to remain as stoic as possible, the aspiring-model pressed on. “…we didn’t. But Chris usually doesn’t mind. Speaking of Chris, have you seen him today?”
“Yes I have.” Joyce purposefully kept the conversation light to intentionally bait the young woman. She was amused when Karrueche wanted her to continue, but was too afraid to ask.
“O-o-o-okay…” Seiko chimed in to help her friend along. “Where is he?”
Reaching for her glass of lemonade again, Joyce took another sip to stall for time before answering Seiko’s question. “Ahh. Mijo, this is really good lemonade.”
Covering his mouth to control his laughs, Mijo smiled down at Joyce and responded, “Yeah it is, Mama-J. But you already know tha’. You made it, remember?”
“Yes I did. How easily did I forget? Old age, I suppose.” Shrugging nonchalantly, Joyce took another sip of the beverage and grinned when Seiko’s hysterical cry filled the room.
“Will someone please tell us what’s going on?”
“No sense in avoiding the issue any further.” Joyce set her glass down again and told the women, “Chris picked me up from the airport this morning before boarding a flight with the mother of his child to New York.
“You’re probably wondering why you haven’t seen me before your shopping trip. I was staying at a hotel until you girls left. Mijo picked me up and brought me here. Chris wanted me to deliver a message to you, Kae.”
Karrueche’s eyes narrowed and she pursed her lips to keep from disrespecting her fiancé’s mother. They never got along so Karrueche always kept her distance from the older woman. Chris didn’t care; he wasn’t going to allow his mother’s negative opinions of her ruin their relationship.
“It’s over. He’s with Rihanna now, and he intends to stay with Rihanna—for good.” Joyce paid close attention to the expressions on both Karrueche’s and Seiko’s faces and noted they shared a look of disbelief before facing her again.
“Last night he spent the night at her house and they managed to work through their problems. Today they boarded a flight to New York to handle some important business. And as for you, Kae, your time is up. The days of using my son as your personal meal ticket are officially over.” Nodding her head in the direction of the luggage in the middle of the floor, Joyce told her, “There’s your things. Give me back my son’s ring and get out of my son’s house. He doesn’t want you.”
Karrueche noticed all of her Louis Vuitton luggage in the middle of the floor and seriously hoped that her belongings weren’t in the leather bags. This can’t be happening! This is a sick joke! Chris wouldn’t do this to me! I have to call him! Ignoring Joyce sitting on the sofa, Karrueche pulled out her iPhone and dialed Chris’ number.
“It’s been changed.” Joyce told Karrueche.
The half-Asian ignored her fiancé’s mother and listened for the familiar ring of Chris’ phone. The number you have dialed is no longer in service. Please hang up and dial again. “What the fuck?” Karrueche looked frantically at Seiko who was just as confused and frantic as her best friend.
“Don’t worry, Kae. I got this.” Seiko also pulled out her iPhone to dial Chris’ number, and she too, received the same message.
Shaking her head at the duo standing by the door, Joyce repeated her earlier words. “I already told you that Chris wants you out of his house. He’s back with Rihanna and together they’re on a flight to New York as we speak. You can keep the bags, clothes, and shoes. He doesn’t care about that, but you will return the engagement ring.”
Feeling her world and everything she’s worked for crumble apart before her eyes, Karrueche cradled left hand in her right palm and spat at the older woman, “No! Chris gave me this! It’s a gift and legally it’s mine! There’s nothing you or Chris can do about it!”
Reaching for her glass of lemonade again, Joyce sipped the tangy, sweet beverage and set the glass down one more time. Smiling brightly than before, she nodded her head in understanding at Karrueche. “You are right. It was a gift given to you by Chris. That is true. However, under the law the engagement ring is considered a conditional gift. That means until the two of you actually walk down the aisle and tie the knot, the gift isn’t final.
“Since you and my son are never getting married, that means legally you have to return the ring. If you don’t, Chris has the right to sue you for the value of the ring. An engagement ring is a promise between two people that they’ll eventually wed. But there won’t be a wedding for you and Chris. Return the ring now, or pay $20,000 for it later. It’s your choice. Make it easier on yourself. And I’m sure the courts will be really easy on you too, especially after they find out that you blackmailed my son into staying in a relationship with you by slicing your wrist.” Chuckling at Karrueche’s shocked expression Joyce said, “Yeah, Chris told me. Are you surprised?”
“This isn’t happening…” Karrueche couldn’t contain the tears that came pouring from her eyes. They slid down her cheeks and the two people in front of her immediately became blurry. She moved her lips to speak, but no words came out. All she could think about was not being able to have access to any and everything she wanted anymore. “I can’t go back to that life, I just can’t…”
“I’m afraid you have no choice.” Joyce rolled her eyes at the pathetic woman who slumped against the front door. “You see if you don’t get your things and leave, Big Pat will see you out, and then I’m calling the police for trespassing. Oh yeah, I’m sure you’re wondering why you couldn’t afford to pay for your massages today.”
How the hell does she know we went to get massages today? And how does she know we couldn’t afford to pay? Seiko asked herself in bewilderment. This shit is crazy!
“Chris canceled all of his credit cards.” Joyce continued to speak as though nothing was happening. “You’re free to keep them if you want, but there’s no more money for you to spend. It’s about time you get your own, Kae. Go find a real job, go back to school, but you will not freeload off my son ever again! Do you understand me, child?”
“C’mon, Kae. Let’s get outta here.” Seiko helped her best friend to stand up and together the women grabbed the luggage in the middle of the floor. Opening the front door, the former reality television star looked over her shoulder with all the hatred she could muster for Joyce and spat, “Fuck you!”
“You could consider that a career option, too.” Joyce calmly retorted, unfazed by Seiko’s insult. “From what I hear, you’re quite proficient at it.”
“Bwahaha!” Mijo, who was quiet until now, clutched his belly, tossed his head back, and guffawed at Joyce’s words. “You ain’t neva lied, Mama-J!”
“Mijo! You just gonna stand here and let his shit happen?” Seiko kept on because Karrueche was still in shock over losing everything in the blink of an eye.
“I didn’t let shit happen.” Mijo corrected her. “This was all Chris idea, and I’mma stand by my boy. And y’all still forgettin’ somethin’.” Outstretching his hand, he told them, “We still gon’ need tha’ ring back. I know Kae ain’t got no $20,000 to pay fo’ it.”
“Here!” Seiko snatched the ring off her Karrueche’s finger, even though the aspiring model tried desperately to hold on to the expensive jewelry.
“No!” Karrueche cried when her best friend angrily tossed the ring in Mijo’s direction.
Chris Brown’s best friend caught it with one hand, and used his other which held the stereo remote to press play. The music to Ruff Endz 2000 urban smash, “No More” filled the air, and Seiko and Karrueche gasped at the offending lyrics.
No more shopping sprees… No more late night creeps… No more VIP, no more dough… We can’t even kick it no more!
Gasping at the lyrics playing from the stereo, Seiko yelled over the music at the man she once considered a friend. “Fuck you too, nigga!” Together she and Karrueche dragged the aspiring-model’s luggage out of Chris’ house, slamming the door roughly behind them.
Stopping the music, Mijo and Joyce shared a look before Joyce said, “Well, that takes care of phase one. Now, hopefully phase two will go by just as smoothly.”
*****
One more chapter and an epilogue to go before completion! Team Pregnant Sex & Team Back-shots, I thought long and hard (puns intended) about adding the sex scene in here, and I believe it would be better suited for the final chapter! This story’s coming to an end, so it might as well end with a massive climax (pun intended)!
Relevant fact: it seems unfollow isn’t a word. I can probably predict that by next year it will be.
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