Love... | By : Nesha Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rihanna Views: 10363 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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It’s been in interesting and fun 2 months for this story. So much has happened between Chris and Rihanna in real life, that we need a fictional outlet to escape their drama. And all good things must come to an end. Whatever they’re going through, I just hope they’re able to work it out—privately! I don’t want to hear another “Theraflu”, or the remix!
Hopefully you all will appreciate this because I called off work to finish it. Truthfully speaking, I didn’t feel like going because of my PMS cramps kicking my ass.
WARNING: WAFF (Warm & Fuzzy Feeling) overload.
*****
Love… Epilogue
“Hey Rohan!” Melissa cooed into her godson’s face as he sat in his crib. “It’s Auntie Mel-Mel!” The Barbadian smiled when Rohan gave his godmother a huge, toothless grin in greeting. “You’re so cute!”
Rohan looked at his godmother with wide, bright, brownish-green eyes, and used his tiny hands to grab hold of the crib. He lifted himself up to stand and Melissa pulled him out to cuddle him close to her chest.
Rocking him gently Melissa said, “Mel-Mel see’s you’re spoiled. You just want somebody to hold you.” She felt Rohan’s face pressed against her cheek to suck it. “Ha, ha, ha,” Melissa giggled at the tickling sensation of having the baby suck her face. She pulled him away and held him at arm’s length.
Rohan kicked his feet and flared his arms wildly in a playful gesture. His toothless grin stretched miles long and Melissa couldn’t help but to melt at her godson’s jovial actions. Rohan simply wanted to be held and played with, and Melissa was thankful that today’s babysitting job would be easy for her.
It was after 1:00PM on Saturday April 20, 2013. Melissa was at Chris and Rihanna’s mansion babysitting Rohan while they took a much-needed weekend vacation to Paris, France. Rohan was three-months old and with each passing day he looked more like his father. The only feature he managed to inherit from his mother was her green eyes, but they also possessed Chris’ deep, dark brown hues.
Melissa cradled Rohan to her chest again and smoothed his soft, jet-back curls on top of his head and took a trip downstairs to the kitchen. “Alright lil’ man. It’s time to eat lunch. Mel-Mel’s gonna feed you.”
*****
Chris just finished putting on his clothes and he was currently spraying his favorite Calvin Klein cologne. It was after 10PM and he patiently waited for Rihanna to emerge from the shower. He told her that he had a surprise in store for her tonight and she needed to get ready.
He smoothed imaginary wrinkles from his white t-shirt and clipped his iPhone on his belt. He reached for his diamond pinky ring on the dresser and slid it on his finger. On his left pinky finger was the word Forever written in bold script. The singer didn’t think he would ever see it again, but Rihanna surprised him when she gave him back all of his items last year when they argued in her home. Chris balled his hand into a fist just so he could feel the metal press in his skin to know it was really there.
Rihanna also had similar tattoo on her left middle finger. The number 1 was printed in bold in front of her Love tattoo.
The cash that was in the R&B star’s wallet was still there, and he was thankful that his iPhone was protected by a password so no incriminating photographs and videos of him and Rihanna could be released to the public. The latter thought made the singer wince when he thought back to June of last year when he showed his friends the other photographs of his girlfriend from his second iPhone.
Chris simply figured that Jay-Z only had him robbed to prove a point. It’s not like the Forbes favorite needed the money or ring.
Shaking his head to free his mind of negative memories past, Chris sat down on his bed to put on his socks and Jordan’s. Even though they were going out tonight, he told Rihanna to dress casual since they weren’t going anywhere fancy that required dress attire. He was comfortable in his sneakers, jeans, and t-shirt. Chris kept his jewelry to a minimum, only wearing his diamond studs and pinky ring.
The shower stopped and Rihanna stepped out of the bathroom with her body covered in a thick, white towel. She smiled prettily at her baby’s father and dried herself. Funny last year I was scared to let Chris see me naked. Now I just don’t give a fuck.
Standing in front of the mirror to put on her Bath & Body Works pineapple scented lotion, the Bajan gently smiled at her body’s reflection. After childbirth her body returned to its original size, but the noticeable changes in her appearance were the dark stretch marks that now ran from her hips to her stomach. The cheeks in her face were plumper, and her once-flat, taut stomach jiggled whenever she placed her palms over it and shook it. I’m gonna have to get my body back before I go on tour.
“Let me help you wit’ tha’.” Chris stood from the bed and reached for the lotion bottle. He stood behind her and massaged the scented cream into her back, buttocks, and upper thighs. Looking at his woman’s reflection in the mirror, the singer couldn’t help but smirk at Rihanna’s cheeks turning bright red from his handiwork.
A week after she was discharged from the hospital, Chris demanded that Rihanna sleep in the nude every night. Partly because he was a pervert he needed a reason to see her naked every night. The other part was so she would let go of her insecurities about her body. At first the pop star scoffed at the idea, but soon relented and did as she was told. Over the months that past, it became a nightly, habitual routine and Chris suspected that Rihanna enjoyed it, even if she didn’t say anything.
Giving her shoulder a gentle kiss, Chris told Rihanna that he was finished. “Go on an’ get dressed, now.” He firmly smacked her bottom, laughing at the loud whelp that came from her.
“Ouch, nigga!” Rihanna turned around and faced her boyfriend, scowling at his guffaws. “You didn’t have to do that shit!”
“You takin’ too long, chick.” The R&B star told her. “It’s gettin’ late an’ I already done told yo’ ass I gotta surprise fo’ you. So you need to hurry up.”
Rolling her eyes at Chris, the Bajan rummaged through the drawers to find an ankle-length, spaghetti strap dress for Paris’ spring night. “Whatever, nigga.” Slipping it over her head, she grabbed a pair of Hanes Her Way briefs and put them on. Rummaging some more, Rihanna grabbed a long-sleeved denim jacket and a Raider’s snapback. Securing her hair in a low ponytail, Rihanna placed the cap on her head and searched the dresser for her makeup kit.
“Uh-uh.” She felt Chris grab her wrist and yank her body towards his. “You kept me waitin’ too long. It’s time to go.”
“Damn, nigga!” Rihanna laughed. “Can I at least get my purse? And put on my shoes?”
“You better hurry up.” The singer shook his head playfully at his girlfriend as she grabbed a small clutch and stuffed her feet in her leopard-print Adidas. She quickly applied her M.A.C. lip-gloss and giving her reflection a quick air-kiss, Rihanna caught up to her boyfriend who was waiting for her by the door. “You finished, luv?”
Smacking him lightly on the arm, Rihanna told him, “Shut up. And where are we going anyway?”
“If I told you tha’, it wouldn’t be a surprise, genius.”
“Keep talking like that, and see if you get some pussy tonight, nigga.” The songstress warned him.
“Tch,” Chris closed their hotel room door and scoffed at the mother of his child. “After tonight, I’mma get some pussy, my dick sucked, and fuck you in the ass. Jus’ wait an’ see.”
Ignoring the list of future things to come because it was secretly turning her on, Rihanna focused her attention on the small boom box in her lover’s hand. She inquired about it. “Why are you bringing that?”
“You’ll see when we get th’r’. Now shut up, girl.” Chris used his free hand to place it on the small of Rihanna’s back and guided her to the elevator. Once they were downstairs, they met Big Pat in the lobby who led them outside and into a taxi.
“Well this is it.” Chris spoke after he and Rihanna were settled and Pat closed the taxi door.
*****
Uncovering Rihanna’s eyes once they were out of the taxi and at their destination, the Bajan’s eyes widened with surprise when she looked at the large tower before her. She and Chris stood in front of the lighted Eiffel Tower which shone brightly against the indigo-black, starless sky. Rihanna smiled and she tried to turn around to face her boyfriend, but he held her firmly with her back pressed against his chest.
“You rememba when we came here in 2008?” She heard Chris whisper in her ear.
Smiling heavily at the memory Rihanna replied, “How can I forget? It was during Paris Fashion Week. We were two crazy teenagers in love. I remember us making out at the club not caring about who saw us. The pictures we took… playing with the sparklers… I remember it all. We had a good time, Chris.”
Swaying their bodies left and right, Chris also asked her, “And do you rememba something else about that night?”
Bringing his hand up to kiss his pinky ring, the pop star answered. “Yeah I do. We made love that night on the balcony in front of everybody in Paris!” She giggled at the memory of Chris passionately loving her against the railing in the night. Her screams of lusts filled the air, and neither one cared if anyone saw or heard them.
Feeling himself getting hard because he too, remembered their night of wild lovemaking, Chris kissed Rihanna’s cheek and said, “Uh babe, tha’ ain’t what I meant. But I’m glad you rememba though.” He smiled against her neck and kissed the beating pulse before letting her go.
Already missing the warm, strong arms of her boyfriend, Rihanna turned around and quietly watched the R&B star connect his iPhone to the boom box he placed on the ground. Within a few seconds his song, “Crawl” was heard and the Bajan covered her mouth to suffocate her gasp when he began to sing to her.
Everybody sees it's you
I'm the one that lost the view Everybody says we're through I hope you haven't said it tooChris slowly walked back to Rihanna, trying to control the tidal waves of emotions crashing against him. He remembered when he wrote the song shortly after their court case involving the incident in February 2009. The disappointment, hurt, anger, and heartbreak he felt believing that he would never reconnect with the love of his life again tore at him. Now that she was standing in front of him smiling and wiping the tears from her eyes swelled his pride.
She was his lover, the mother of his son, and his best friend.
The singer stuffed his hand in the pocket of his jeans and fisted cool metal. Once he approached Rihanna, Chris reached for her left hand and slipped the Swarovski crystal ring he bought her over her 1Love tattoo. They attended a Swarovski party in 2008 in Paris and he noticed his girlfriend admiring the ring. So he surprised her with it later that evening when they returned to their hotel.
Rihanna looked down at her ring, the one she hasn’t seen since that awful night in the Lamborghini. She remembered losing it and simply gave up her search in finding it. Now that it was on her finger from the man she loved more than life itself, she could no longer contain the tears of happiness that fell from her eyes.
Reaching her arms around his neck, Rihanna pulled Chris flush against her in a crushing hug. She sighed contently when his arms wrapped around the small of her back, keeping her close to him. Gooseflesh prickled her neck as she listened to him sing his heartfelt song in her ear.
If we crawl
Till we can walk again Then we'll run Until we're strong enough to jumpThe Bajan joined in and together their voices were in sync, singing the bittersweet lyrics.
Then we'll fly
Until there is no end So let’s crawl, crawl, crawl Back to loveClosing her eyes, Rihanna danced slowly with her boyfriend to the music of his song. They both remained silent and simply enjoyed the ambience of each other’s company while the beautiful lyrics took them away.
So where
Are you standing now? Are you in the crowd of my faults? Love, can you see my hand? I need one more chance We can still have it allChris clutched the back of Rihanna’s head and pulled her in for a loving kiss that spoke volumes for how he felt about her. He poured all his emotions out to her when their lips locked; silently telling the songstress how much he loved her.
Rihanna also responded in kind by closing her eyes and slipping her tongue past Chris’ lips to massage it against his. She pressed her body firmly against his, feeling his hardness through his jeans. She sighed against his mouth and opened her eyes to meet the lustful almost-black gaze of her boyfriend.
“Chris tonight is so beautiful. It’s better than last time.” The pop star breathed dreamily.
“It ain’t over yet, babe.” Chris assured her. He pressed his forehead against hers and grinned, making silly faces at the mother of his child until she could no longer control her giggles.
“Chris!” Rihanna swatted his face away from hers. “Why you always gotta ruin a good mood?”
The singer responded by continuing to sing his song.
Everybody sees it's you
Well I never wanna lose that viewLinking their fingers together, both Chris and Rihanna danced until the song finished.
So we'll crawl (oh)
Till we can walk again (till we can walk again) Then we'll run (we'll run) Until we're strong enough to jump Then we'll fly (then we'll fly) Until there is no end So let's crawl, let's crawl, let’s crawl Back to love…Rihanna was curious when Chris let her go to tinker with his iPhone again. She didn’t question him because she didn’t want to ruin any more surprises he had in store for her. Soon she heard the soft, techno instrumental of his song “Chase Our Love” and instantly she moved her body to the pulsating music.
Turning around to face her with his famous, boyish grin, he hollered, “Now I know you remember when I wrote this song the last time we came to Paris!”
Not answering his question, Rihanna raced to her boyfriend and jumped in his inviting arms. She laughed cutely when Chris swung her around before placing her on her feet. “Chase Our Love” was inspired from the night they spent in Paris after attending Fashion Week and the Swarovski party. The Bajan remembered Chris singing a few of the lyrics to her after they lay in bed entangled in the sheets after bouts of intercourse. She loved what she heard and eagerly anticipated on listening to the finished version of the song. Unfortunately Fate decided that she would only hear his song after their separation. “Chase Our Love” will always be Rihanna’s most favorite song that Chris has ever recorded. Funny she never told him that, but from the look in his eyes, she didn’t think she needed to. Somehow the songstress felt he already knew.
Chris outstretched his arm preparing to dance with his woman under the lighted Eiffel Tower. Rihanna coyly placed her finger to her lips as if she was deciding she should take his hand. Giggling, she placed her palm on top of his and reveled in the feeling of being twirled in Chris’ arms. Her back was pressed against his chest and Chris dipped her low, making her cap fall off.
Laughing hysterically, Rihanna turned in his arms to try and reach for it before it landed on the ground.
Pulling her up against him, she heard her child’s father say, “Leave it, babe. It ain’t goin’ nowhere.” Before Rihanna could reply, she listened when Chris began to sing the words to the first verse of the song.
We can jet
Believe it, I know That you won't And yes There's a feeling We both Need to knowJoining in, Rihanna recited the next lines in her favorite song.
Let us start now
It's that time So let’s travel and see the light And I’mRocking her body from side-to-side, the R&B star serenaded his woman with this special song.
Gonna take you out
Anywhere you wanna go nowChris didn’t even have to tell Rihanna to help him sing the bridge. She immediately joined in. “If you ride…”
He sung the next part.
To the town
Where we both can party nowRihanna took a few steps back and reached for Chris’ hands. She moved her shoulders to the beat of the chorus.
Drink in London
Dance in Paris Let's chase our love Let’s chase our love“Shout real loud now!” The Bajan let go of one of Chris’ hands to pump her fist in the air to the words. “And let them hear us!”
“Let’s chase our love! Let’s chase our love! Tonight!” The singer pulled his woman flush against his body again and kissed her softly on the neck. Little did the unsuspecting couple know they managed to attract an audience.
Onlookers stood around the pair, but gave them enough distance so they could have their privacy. Some people pulled out their cellphones to record the affectionate couple dancing and singing underneath the Eiffel Tower. Some immediately posted the videos online. Others continued to record until the romantic display was completely over.
If this evening
We'll party Till morning Let us start now It's that time So let’s travel and see the lightRihanna eagerly listened as Chris continued to sing to her. Never will she forget this incredible night. This is a story she’ll share with their son, and her grandkids if it was the Lord’s will. She never imagined that she would actually be dancing underneath the Eiffel Tower with the love of her life, and yet it was happening and she didn’t want the night to end.
“I’ll watch you shine!” The pop star’s unique voice crooned to her man.
The couple stopped singing and focused on dancing to the beat of the music. By now they were aware people were looking at them, but neither one cared because they were in their own world. However they were thankful that the spectators gave them enough space for privacy to continue on.
“Wow! It’s Chris Brown and Rihanna!” A young woman cried out. “They’re so cute together! I don’t care what anyone says!” She widened the view on her phone to get a close up of the dancing, infamous couple underneath the Tower. “I can’t wait to put this on YouTube!”
*****
Millions of people logged on YouTube from around the globe to watch Rihanna and Chris Brown dancing and singing to each other in Paris, France. Several celebrities also tuned in to witness the eventful moment between the pair.
In New York, popular rapper, and good friend of Chris, Busta Rhymes sat in front of his laptop and grinned at the PC screen. He nodded his head and muttered, “My nigga. That’s my lil’ homie right there.” He was proud of how far Chris has come in both his career and in his love life. When everything happened four years ago, Busta Rhymes personally called Chris to let the teenager know that he’ll always be there for him. Now to see his young friend happy, in love, enjoying life and a proud father brought elation to the rapper. “And that’s how you do it, homie.”
*****
Beyoncé stood in front of Jay-Z’s computer in his dark, home office. Curious about the videos of Rihanna and Chris Brown she’s been hearing about, the megastar snuck inside the office, accessed YouTube and watched with interest as Chris and Rihanna serenaded one another. She felt her heart flutter against her wishes at the amorous display and Beyoncé tried, unsuccessfully to shake them away.
Beyoncé was happy for Rihanna, truly and deeply. She’s known the pop star since she was sixteen years old, and right away Beyoncé saw the star potential in the teen that her husband saw. Naturally she harbored ill feelings for Chris Brown since 2009 and even conspired with her husband to ruin Chris’ career. It wasn’t one of her most proud moments; nevertheless it was a demon Beyoncé would have to face on her own.
However seeing the couple carefree and in love warmed Beyoncé’s heart. Rihanna had certain bravery and boldness inside of her Beyoncé knew she would never possess. Even against all odds, even with the whole world on her shoulders, people threatening to boycott her and ruin her career, Rihanna followed her heart. She trusted herself and her love for Chris to pull her through even during the worst of times. And it did. They are parents of a beautiful baby boy, Rihanna was set to go on her worldwide Talk That Talk tour this summer, and Chris was working on a new album.
Even when everyone, including her husband and herself, tried to bring them down, the young couple fought each battle until they won the war. Chris Brown and Rihanna are living proof that true love really does conquer all in the long run.
“I’m proud of you, Rihanna. Good job.” Beyoncé whispered at the computer screen. “And I’m proud of you too, Chris Brown.”
“Hey Bey! Hey yo’, Bey!” The songstress heard her husband calling for her downstairs. Jumping in surprise, Beyoncé quickly shut down the computer and raced out of the room. She started to descend the stairs just as Jay-Z was climbing them.
“Sorry baby,” she began. “I was using the restroom.” Beyoncé met her husband mid-stair and embraced him to look over his shoulder, hoping that he wouldn’t see the guilt on her face about sneaking in his home office.
*****
It was late afternoon in Los Angeles and Seiko and Karrueche were sitting on the sofa in the apartment they shared. Against their better judgment, they opened Seiko’s laptop, logged on YouTube to watch the video of the aspiring model’s ex-boyfriend and her former arch-rival dancing in the night under the Eiffel Tower.
Both half-Asian women scowled at the video of the pair kissing and being affectionate. Karrueche thought back to the time Chris took her to Paris. She thought they would spend a romantic evening together, but he went out with Mijo to chase after women. When he finally did return back to their hotel room, the singer reeked of marijuana and alcohol. Nevertheless, she allowed for the R&B star to engage in drunken, sloppy sex with her. Besides shopping in the designer boutiques in Paris, that was how her trip went. It wasn’t anything like what she was seeing Chris and Rihanna doing together!
Angrily slamming the laptop shut, Karrueche seethed through clenched teeth. “I’ve seen enough! I don’t even want to look at it anymore!” She folded her arms over her chest and stomped her feet against the carpet.
Seiko usually offered advice for her best friend, but she didn’t have anything to say. After Chris dumped them both, it was difficult for them to keep their heads afloat. There were a few club appearances they made to help them make ends meet, but the money wasn’t anything compared to what Chris used to pay them to keep them around. Now they were stuck trying to find jobs at various places just to help pay rent. They didn’t deserve to struggle like this, not after everything they did for Chris when Rihanna didn’t even want to be bothered with him.
Telling Karrueche that everything will get better in time would only sound like a clichéd lie. So the former reality television star felt it would be best to remain silent.
*****
Melissa pulled up a chair to sit in front of the computer. She held Rohan with one arm and opened YouTube with the other. She widened the video’s screen and smiled at her friends dancing, singing, and kissing in Paris.
“Look Rohan, there’s Mommy and Daddy!”
Looking at his parents on the screen made Rohan giggle, coo, gurgle, and squirm in delight. Melissa had to hold on to the hyperactive baby with both of her arms to catch him before he fell. “Whoa there, baby. I know you’re happy to see them. They look good, don’t they?”
It was like Rohan could understand every word his godmother said. He giggled in agreement before leaning forward to press his tiny palms against the computer screen.
“Ooh! I see somebody’s missing Mommy and Daddy, huh?” The Barbadian laughed before pulling the baby back and holding him against her chest. “Don’t worry. They’ll be home soon.” She gave Rohan’s plump cheek a quick peck before looking at the computer screen again. What she saw next made her squeal in delight, which in turn, made the baby also squeal.
Chris picked up Rihanna bridal-style and carried her over to the lighted fountains surrounding the massive, legendary structure. Melissa continued to excitedly watch her best friend frantically fight against her boyfriend’s hold, but he kept her locked in his embrace. Together they laughed and screamed until they were soaking wet from head-to-toe.
The singer allowed the Bajan’s body to slide off his and he merrily watched Rihanna dance and splash in the water. Melissa smiled when Chris reached for Rihanna’s arms and together they continued to dance in the fountains without a care in the world. They’re so fucking cute!
The final lyrics to “Chase Our Love” were barely heard in the video, but Melissa heard them loud and clear. She knew how much Rihanna loved the song and it fit perfectly with everything that was happening with her friends at this precise moment.
Let’s chase our love
Tonight… Night… night… night…Opening a new tab in the web browser, Melissa logged on Twitter. She ignored all of her mentions bringing up the famous couple and sent a message to all of her followers.
@rihanna and @chrisbrown #trueloveneverdies
*****
Okay, look! Y’all looking? Okay! I’ve never been to Paris but I did some mild research and stuff. And as usual I got bored from the research and simply allowed my imagination to run wild. So if there are any French natives reading this, I apologize for getting some stuff incorrectly about the Eiffel Tower. I’m writing some author’s notes for the few that are curious about how I feel about each chapter, the characters, and the story as a whole. Hopefully that’ll be up tonight as well.
My dear crazy, funny, Chrianna family: it’s over. The story’s done. I’ll see you all at the next one! Anna, the next story’s for you!
Final irrelevant fact: I believe I’m in a love/hate relationship with Chris Brown. He and I have been through so much since 2005 and I can’t deal with him acting like a fucking clown considering how far he’s come! But got dammit, he’s a talented fucking clown (le sigh)!
Relevant suggestion: Read this again and listen to Chris Brown’s “Chase Our Love”. Thank me later.
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