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I’m laying here in my bed sick as fuck because of this southern pollen. My eyes are itching and watering, my nose is runny and one nostril is stopped, but it keeps switching back and forth like Kim K switching Black dicks, and I’m coughing nonstop. To add insult to injury, my period’s on. But I’m eager to get this chapter out! Why? Because I have a lot of surprises in store for our favorite couple!
Oh my God! People are still reading this story after the last chapter? No one wants to kill me? Cool beans!
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Love… Chapter 6
Rihanna and Melissa entered their hotel room after spending time with Jay-Z, Beyoncé, and baby Blue. It was two days since Beyoncé stopped by and gave her the ultimatum and Rihanna giving her manager’s wife her decision. She had a feeling that Chris knew about Jay-Z’s ultimatum regarding their relationship. It’s been in the tabloids, blogs, and news for the past few days now. She also knew that her visit with the Knowles-Carter clan would made headlines as well. That’s exactly what she wanted. She wanted to prove not only to the world and Chris, but to herself as well that she was capable of moving on. There was no sense in dwelling on the situation that she couldn’t change. Her mind was now officially in grind mode. Her only concern was furthering her career, expanding her brand, and making money. Fuck everything and everyone else—especially sexy, high-yellow men with tattoos and a smile that can melt coal.
Both women set their purses down on the living room’s coffee table. Rihanna not even paying attention to the new décor of her hotel suite calmly entered her bedroom. Melissa stopped in her tracks and gawked at the plethora of red roses surrounding the living room. She headed towards the bedroom to see more of the beautiful floral arrangement.
“Damn girl,” Melissa breathed incredulously. “This is pretty as shit! Who sent these?”
“They’re from Chris,” the songstress nonchalantly stated. Opening the nightstand drawer she pulled out a joint, lit it, and sat on her bed, not even eyeing the roses in the room. Exhaling smoke in the air, Rihanna kicked off her Prada heels and massaged her feet in the plush carpet. She quickly explained the roses before her best friend could bombard her with questions.
“Chris sent me a text last night saying that he was sorry about the way things ended on our trip.” She inhaled her joint again and exhaled before continuing. “He said the usual like he still loved me but shit’s complicated right now. And every day for the rest of this month he was going to send me one-hundred red roses to prove how much he loves me.”
“Well shit,” Melissa sat next to the pop star and took the joint from her hand. Puffing on it she breathed out, “I wish I had a nigga to send me flowers every day. That’s some shit straight out of a romance novel.”
Leaning back on the bed, Rihanna looked up at the ceiling and said, “You can have them. I don’t want them. I don’t want anything to do with that nigga. Fuck that nigga.” She meant it, too. Rihanna would forever cherish her vacation with Chris because for the first time in a long time they were able to be at peace. Nevertheless with the way things ended it only reminded her that they could never be together. She didn’t doubt Chris’ feelings for her, but she also felt that Chris was acting scared. The songstress just couldn’t understand why Chris was so afraid to be with her when she had more to lose out of the two?
Mentally, physically, and emotionally Rihanna was tired. She did everything she could to prove her love for Chris. Unfortunately it wasn’t reciprocated. Now it was time to move on.
She pulled her BlackBerry from the clip secured on the waistband of her jeans and retweeted a quote from the Notebook to her followers:
@rihanna: RT @Notebook: Rejection is God's way of saying 'wrong direction'
“Better yet, just toss them out.” She tossed her phone away from her, propped her upper body on her elbows and spoke. “I don’t even want to look at them. That’s just like Chris, thinking a bullshit apology and gifts is supposed to make everything okay.”
Melissa looked around at the flowers surrounding the bedroom again and asked, “You sure you want me to throw these away? They’re really pretty, and they look expensive. Maybe Chris is handling the situation the best he can. You know he’s not one of my favorite people, but I know he does love you. He just has a… retarded way of expressing himself.”
“I’m paying you to be my assistant, Mel.” Rihanna purposefully ignored her best friend’s words about her ex-boyfriend. “You’re supposed to do whatever it is I say. And I said to throw these flowers away!”
Not flinching at the pop star’s voice rising, Melissa countered, “Don’t be getting smart with me, Rob. Because I’ll kick your ass.”
“Yeah whatever bitch.” Rihanna laid back on her bed again and stared at the ceiling.
Melissa stood and put out their joint in the ashtray. She noticed a red jewelry box resting in front of a bouquet of roses on the dresser. Curiosity got the best of her and she walked towards it and picked it up. Reading the word Cartier in gold script, Melissa peeked at her best friend and noticed the songstress wasn’t paying her any attention.
She doesn’t even know it’s here. Opening the box, Melissa’s breath caught in her throat when she looked inside. Resting on a velvet cushion was a solid platinum bracelet encrusted in diamonds surrounding it. It’s beautiful! She told herself. This thing must be worth a fortune!
Deciding that she wanted to tease her best friend, Melissa closed the box and approached the bed. She looked down at Rihanna and smiled naughtily at her. Waving the box in her face she asked, “So I guess you want me to throw this away too, huh? It’s a shame really. It’s from Cartier and you just treat it like trash. Hell if you don’t want it, I’ll gladly take it. This shit is hot!”
“What?” Rihanna rose from the bed reached for the red box. Melissa stretched her arm above her head, keeping it out of the songstress’ reach.
“Naw, bitch! You told me to get rid of everything in here Chris gave you. After all, that’s what you pay me for, right?” She mocked the pop star’s earlier statement and laughed at Rihanna’s failed attempts to retrieve the jewelry box. “So since this is included in everything, that means you don’t want it. So I’mma keep it!”
Melissa raced from the bedroom and into the living room with Rihanna fast on her trail. Melissa could hear her shouting, “Bitch give it back! It ain’t yours! That’s mine!”
“No it’s not! Not anymore! You said you don’t want nothing to do with that nigga!” Melissa also shouted in between bursts of laughter. “So that mean you don’t want this, either!”
“You fucking cunt! Ain’t shit funny!” Rihanna hopped on her best friend’s back and put her in a headlock. Together they spun around until they both became dizzy. They fell in a heap on the living room’s hardwood floor panting heavily and giggling.
Her best friend was distracted due to vertigo. The songstress quickly used the opportunity to snatch the box away “ah ha!” and open it. When she saw what was inside it took her breath away.
“Oh my God…” Rihanna’s hazel-green eyes locked on the beautiful platinum, diamond popular Love bracelet from Cartier. She fingered the bracelet, loving the feeling of the diamonds underneath her fingertip. She closely inspected it and noticed there were some letters engraved on the inside of the band.
Bringing the jewelry to her face, Rihanna squinted her eyes and read the two words: 1LOVE + Forever
Clutching it in her palm, she slipped it on her wrist and marveled at the way the light from the windows reflected bright rainbow colors from it.
“He didn’t tell me he was gonna give me this.” The pop star breathed. An influx of emotions washed over her being all at once. She felt the wall she erected days ago slowly crumbling at her ex-boyfriend’s gesture. Looking at her gift took her back to 2008 when they would each shower each other with various gifts and take silly pictures to send to their phones. She recalled Chris wearing the gold, diamond pinky ring she gave him as a birthday gift last month at the NBA All-Star game. Knowing that he still publicly sported the ring made her proud and it gave her a little bit of hope that one day they’ll rekindle what they had.
Melissa rested her elbow on the floor and cradled her head in her palm. She silently stared at Rihanna before replying. “I’m sure it was supposed to be a surprise. What are you gonna do now?”
Shaking her head to erase the memories of their past, Rihanna quickly repaired her wall and answered, “I’mma keep it. But those flowers still gotta go, though.”
Laughing lightly at her best friend’s words, Melissa replied, “Ho, you still just as crazy as you ever was.”
“Yep, you know this,” Rihanna recited the lyrics to her hit song, “Hard”.
*****
“Damn, man. She still ain’t respondin’.” Chris begrudgingly moaned out. He sat in the living room of his Virginia home with his best friend Mijo. His girlfriend Karrueche and her best friend, BET’s Baldwin Hills star Seiko were out with Chris’ security guard Pat shopping.
They all just came back from Cancun, Mexico after Chris was personally invited to perform for billionaire Phillip Green’s birthday. He searched continuously through his iPhone for any message from Rihanna but there was none. Frantically he searched her Twitter page and noticed that she didn’t tweet anything new since their vacation two weeks ago.
Since the day they departed Fiji he told her that they couldn’t be together. It wasn’t that Chris didn’t want her; he was deeply in love with her. He didn’t want to lie to himself and say that he wasn’t worried about his career faltering again, because he was. It took the singer three years to finally win the public back, and people still were out to get him! He didn’t want to face being blackballed again.
Then of course there was the complicated situation with his girlfriend. Chris cared for Karrueche true enough. While he loved Rihanna madly and missed her terribly, the turbulence in their relationship, he was happy to do without. The arguing, the fights, and the headache-inducing yelling and screaming matches were definitely a turn-off.
It was a never-ending storm with Rihanna, but there was serenity with Karrueche. No matter what he did she was always there to greet him with a warm smile. She didn’t ask questions or pester him about his whereabouts no matter what, and Chris appreciated that.
He knew that he was taking advantage of Karrueche’s nature by trying to fill in a missing void, but funny enough he didn’t feel guilty. If Chris wanted to go on a public date with Karrueche, he could do that without being harassed and judged. He didn’t have to sneak around just to spend time with her. With Karrueche there were no aging rappers giving out ridiculous ultimatums just to separate them. Simply the thought of Jay-Z and Beyoncé using Blue as a ransom to keep him and Rihanna apart made him want to laugh at the bizarre proposal! Then he wanted to take a shit the moment he found out Rihanna caved in. Reading the various articles about his ex-girlfriend’s visit to the Knowles-Carters’ home online wounded him, and her ignoring his calls and text messages worried him.
Maybe she did give up on us, he thought dejectedly.
Every day for the past two weeks Chris sent one-hundred red roses to Rihanna no matter where she was. He also sent her a Cartier Love bracelet in hopes that she’ll wear it. However with the few pictures he saw of the pop star and her best friend Melissa together, he noticed that her wrist was always bare, and that also worried him.
Chris stretched his body out on the sofa and shielded his eyes with his arm. “Man, what the fuck is goin’ on with her?” Damn Robyn, I do wan’ you, it’s just… Ever since tha’ night shit’s been crazy! I don’t know how we supposed to be togeth’r when everybody keep tryin’ to tear us apart. Niggas won’t leave us alone and mind their own business!
He wanted to hear her voice and tell her those words over the phone, but he couldn’t get through to speak to her.
“Damn nigga, you pussy-whipped!” Mijo spoke from the other side of the living room. He relaxed in a chair and addressed his best friend, not bothering to look up from tinkering with his iPad. “Give Robyn some room. You fucked her, then dumped her. Hell, if a bitch I love did me like tha’ I wouldn’t say shit to her ass, either.”
Looking up from his iPad, Mijo grinned when he took in Chris’ annoyed countenance. “But then again, only pussy niggas fall in love.” Mijo laughed to intentionally pour salt on Chris’ wound.
The singer reached for a pillow and hurled it at his friend, who dodged it with ease. “Nigga fuck you! It ain’t even like tha’! You already know wha’s up!”
Looking down at his iPad again, Mijo searched Google for Rihanna’s name out of curiosity. He saw various links saying that Rihanna spent the night with Two and a Half Men star Ashton Kutcher. He clicked the link to TMZ and his eyes widened at the pictures of Rihanna in the club with Melissa and her truck parked outside during booty-call hours in front of Ashton’s house.
He debated whether to tell Chris about his ex-girlfriend’s whereabouts. After all he didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news—okay that was a lie. Mijo simply didn’t want to get involved with the energy-draining love affair between Chris and Rihanna. They need to make up their mind on what they wan’ because they both gettin’ on my nerves!
His friend was suspiciously quiet suddenly and that alarmed Chris. The R&B star looked up and saw Mijo’s eyes widen at his iPad’s screen. His brows furrowed in curiosity while he wondered what his friend was looking at. “Nigga whatchu watchin’ porn or somethin’? Lemme see.” He stood and strolled over to where Mijo was sitting.
Looking up, Mijo sucked his teeth and hollered, “Nosy ass nigga! I ain’t watchin’ porn! Mind yo’ business!” He clutched the device to his chest to prevent his best friend from looking at it.
“Man lemme see! You actin’ like I ain’t neva seen pussy befo’e!” Chris reached for Mijo’s iPad and snatched it from him. “I ain’t gon’ lie though, I’m in the mood to see Jada Fire now. She got some fat ass titties!”
And 4… 3… 2… Mijo mentally counted down the time before Chris realized porn wasn’t present on his iPad’s screen and all thoughts of seeing Jada’s ‘fat ass titties’ would be crushed.
And 1…
“What the fuck is this shit?” The singer cried out in disbelief when he read the article on TMZ and saw the pictures of his ex-girlfriend’s vehicle outside Ashton’s mansion. His eyes bulged with every word he read on the site. Facing Mijo he asked, “You wasn’t gonna tell me ‘bout this?”
“Nigga don’ put me in the middle of y’all shit.” Mijo raised both hands in mock surrender. “I just read it. And man its TMZ. You know how they do. They hate yo’ ass. It’s probably lies and bullshit.”
Chris thought about the possibility of his ex-girlfriend and the actor hooking up for a late-night rendezvous. The more he tried to concentrate on them possibly being together, his mind simply couldn’t wrap around the thought. That nigga old and dusty-lookin’.
He Googled Rihanna and Ashton Kutcher and a lot of reputable websites were reporting about the new “couple”. Tossing the iPad back to Mijo, Chris silently accessed Twitter from his phone. He looked on Rihanna’s page and noticed two new tweets from her.
@rihanna: RT JaniseeAileen: Dont wanna give in so we both gave up.
@rihanna: If we ever woop de woop, I want ALL dat bleep de bleep….I do, I do, I do, I do, I do!!!
“Oh, so tha’s the shit you on huh, Rih?” Chris logged off Twitter and paced his living room floor. His mind was reeling at the thought of Rihanna moving on from him for good this time. He understood the meaning of her first message.
But he didn’t want Rihanna to want another man. Call him selfish he didn’t care, but Chris wanted the quiet and serenity that came with Karrueche, but his heart still ached for his first and only love. The singer just didn’t want the extra drama that came with it. Rihanna’s second message was the exact opposite of what he wanted and it spoke volumes.
She didn’t care about the scrutiny or public backlash. The pop star was happy as long as she had her man by her side. To Rihanna, nothing and no one else mattered. Chris really did appreciate her unconditional love, unfortunately it wasn’t returned. He couldn’t love her without worrying about the public. In that regard that made him a coward, but he wanted to be seen in public places with his woman. He wanted to do things like a normal couple—the things they used to do before that uneventful night in 2009. The public couldn’t stomach them recording music together, so Chris could only imagine the things they would do if he and Rihanna were to casually have a lunch date.
Scenarios of people screaming and throwing things at them entered his mind. And sadly that was probably the nicest thing they would do. He knew there were many people after his head, but he also feared for Rihanna’s safety as well. He would protect her at all costs from anyone that would dare to harm her, but even just envisioning the love of his life physically getting attacked because of him made his stomach lurch.
There were crazy people out there who were hell-bent on keeping them apart by any means necessary. While Rihanna was idealistic about them being together, Chris was a hardcore realist. And the reality was they couldn’t be together because of what happened in the past. Or rather, he didn’t want them to be together because he was scared of the reactions from people in regards to what happened in the past.
Three years transpired and people were still acting like the awful incident happened yesterday. Chris could only gather that people were miserable in their own lives, so they prey on others to make their lives equally as miserable.
In Chris’ case it was working to a tee. He felt sick being without Rihanna, and sick at the thought of them being together publicly. It was an emotional battle he was having with himself knowing he was caught between a rock and a hard place. Like my mama would say, ‘damned if I do, damned if I don’t.’
Emotionally defeated, the singer slumped on his sofa and exhaled heavily.
“You alright, man?” Mijo worried for his friend because he was the only person who knew what Chris was going through. Chris trusted Mijo not to tell anyone else his business, and Mijo didn’t. That’s why he didn’t warm up to Karrueche because he knew his best friend’s heart was still devoted to his ex-girlfriend. However, Mijo never disrespected Chris’ girlfriend in her presence, but he didn’t trust her. There was something that didn’t seem sincere about her wanting to be with Chris.
“Yeah but not really,” was Chris’ response. He logged on Twitter again, deleted nearly every tweet he ever posted, and changed his profile picture to Vincent van Gogh’s painting, “Old Man in Sorrow—On the Threshold of Eternity”.
Chris sent a chilling message to his 9 million followers:
@chrisbrown: At Eternity’s Gate
******
And that’s where it ends! Chapter 7 will be happier, I promise! Chris and Rihanna will reunite! I started to extend this chapter, but I won’t. I tried to get inside of Chris’ head. I don’t know if I did a good enough job or not. Hopefully it made sense to you all.
Irrelevant fact: I was laughing my ass of at the thought of Chris snatching Mijo’s iPad to watch porn. Just thought I’d put that out there.
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