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From this point on things are going to get very interesting between everyone who’s playing their role: namely Chris and Rihanna. Oh I can’t wait until the delicious drama unfolds!
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Love… Chapter 8
“But you told me,
That I was the only one for you, Now look what you made me go and do, Now I’m so confused… Now you’re sayin’…”Rihanna continued to sing the lyrics to the audience and briefly Chris was distracted, wondering if that’s how his ex-girlfriend truly felt. During rehearsals the thought about the autobiographical lyrics never crossed his mind considering they kept everything professional, but now the pop star was singing her heart out and it made him think about the double entendre of his song.
Never missing his cue, Chris faced Rihanna and belted out the chorus,
“I think I bett’r let her go,
I can’t leave you alone, Every day that I’m wit’ her, All I want is you!”The songstress stood next to her ex-boyfriend which made the crowd go wild. Firmly staring at him with her hazel-green eyes she sung,
“And now that you’ve seen the light…
You want me to change my mind… Because you’re sittin’ here like…”“She ain’t you…” Chris reached forward and lightly caressed Rihanna’s arm. The look he was giving her told her that those three words he vocalized were true and she shouldn’t doubt him.
Rihanna kept her expression neutral to Chris before facing the audience. She tilted her head back and serenaded Supafest’s onlookers. “Ohhh-ohhh-ohhh…”
“Oh na-na-na-na…” Chris chanted along with her.
Deciding to go against what they practiced during their rehearsals, the pop star strutted over to the singer and wrapped one arm around his neck. The look of utter astonishment in Chris’ dark brown eyes humored Rihanna immensely.
Her maneuver worked well in her favor because the patrons erupted in shrill applause.
“Go ahead and kiss her, Chris!” One fan voiced their opinion.
Rihanna continued to sing, never taking her eyes or her arm off her ex-boyfriend. When the time came for her to sing, “she doesn’t hold you down like me,” the Barbadian knelt in front of her old lover, turned around and grinded her derrière slowly against his leg.
“Hell yes!” Another fan cheered amongst the loud crowd.
She came up slowly and carried on with the song.
“She probably up in the street buying Louboutin with your credit card…” Rihanna pointed her finger at Chris the moment she said ‘your’ then curled it when she continued her part. “Now you're begging me to come home, oh oh…”
Chris’ dancers circled around the pair to perform their choreographed routine with Rihanna wowing the audience by dancing along with them.
Chris was so distracted by Rihanna’s antics that he missed a step but quickly caught on and danced next to his ex-girlfriend while the bridge played in the background.
The silly smile his old flame was giving him told the singer everything, she was playing a game. The minute he caught on to it, he decided that he wouldn’t lose. Two can play at this, he thought wickedly.
“Cause when I’m wit’ her it’s only ‘bout the sex…” Chris reached for Rihanna and grinded his pelvis into her backside while using his free hand to massage her bare thigh. The audience cheered them on.
“Get that ass, Chris!” A man yelled at the sexy duo onstage.
Another woman agreed with the man’s sentiment. “Yes! Get all in that ass, Chris!”
“Wit’ you I had a bad romance…” Rihanna tried to step away from the singer once their dance was over, but Chris held on to her waist tightly, refusing to let go. Behind her he crooned, “And if I could…”
Letting him get away with his game for now, the songstress backed him up. “And if I could…” A small part of her admitted that it felt good to be held in his arms while thousands watched them sing again. She felt her ego increase as the thought about a certain someone watching their every move backstage.
Swaying their hips from side-to-side, Chris carried on. “Jus’ trade her in I would…”
“I would…”
“Cause nobody compares to you…”
Shaking her head at his words Rihanna belted out, “Compares to you…”
Chris finally let go of his ex-girlfriend so they could dance and finish their song. Once it was over Rihanna approached the edge of the stage and asked, “How y’all doin’ Brisbane?”
She held the microphone over the crowd and smiled when the arena thundered in applause. “I’m glad to be here tonight! It feels so good being here supporting my good friend, Chris!”
The moment those words escaped her lips, the devoted fans cheered her on. “Go Rihanna! Go Chris!” She heard someone shout.
“I wanna talk to y’all for a moment. Can I talk to y’all?” Rihanna asked the eager spectators who of course, hollered yes.
She and Chris looked at each other and shared a private moment as they smiled at one other. The pop star faced the audience again and stated, “I wanna talk to y’all about this thing called forgiveness…”
The walls of Brisbane’s RNA Showgrounds vibrated while the concert-goers cheered and applauded excitedly.
“I wanna go back to the year 2009.” Looking at Chris again Rihanna asked, “Chris you don’t mind if I briefly talk about 2009, do you?”
Putting the microphone to his lips the new blond replied, “Not at all, Rih.”
Facing the audience again, the songstress spoke. “Chris and I went through a lot of drama in 2009 and the media thinks I’m stupid for forgiving him and moving on with my life.”
On cue the audience booed at the media’s opinions of Rihanna and Chris Brown which made both artists laugh out loud.
“But you don’t care ‘bout tha’ shit, do you Rih-Rih?” Her ex-boyfriend asked.
The Bajan pursed her lips and gave the R&B star the side eye. “Fuck no I don’t! Fuck the media!” To prove her point, Rihanna extended her two middle fingers at the camera recording the event.
Once again the patrons cheered and applauded as they agreed with the songstress’ colorful words and gesture.
“So what that means?” Chris once again asked Rihanna.
“I guess that means…” Rihanna paused for emphasis before singing out, “I guess they know I’m b-a-a-a-d… b-a-a-a-d…” The heavy bass from their underground hit song from 2009, “Bad Girl” blared from the speakers.
“Shopaholics what they call ‘em,
My addiction, my prescription, Gimme shoes and give me bags, How much you want I need ‘em bad…”Surprising both Rihanna and Chris, the audience chanted the bridge to the song. Neither performer thought anyone outside of the US even knew about the song. “All them girls be checkin’ my bags, why they be bitin’ my swag…?”
“I guess they know I’m b-a-a-a-d…” Holding the microphone to the audience, the fans sang along. “B-a-a-a-d…”
The bass dropped and Rihanna repeated the chorus. “What a bad little girl I am? What a bad little girl I am? Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad…!”
Chris instantly stood at the edge of the stage and rapped his verse.
“She a bad girl, a real shopaholic,
She buyin’ everythin’ up man I can’t call it. And she a walkin’ sto’e, I’m talkin’ ‘bout her clothes, I just pause I’m in awe she’s a fashion show…”Playfully Rihanna gave a fashion model pose at the singer’s previous words.
“Free Louis bags and free Gucci,
Got a wardrobe like she starrin’ in a movie. And she ain’t even famous but she gots her own groupies, She gots her own groupies, She gots her own groupies…”Chris tried desperately to focus on entertaining the crowd, but his eyes kept wandering over to the beautiful singer. Every time she moved the hoodie continued to rise higher above her thighs, and he could’ve sworn he saw the bare cheeks of her ass underneath the thick fabric. Damn gurl, whatchu wearin’ under tha’? He wanted to say out loud, but kept his thoughts to himself.
“What a bad little girl I am? What a bad little girl I am?” Rihanna continued to focus on the crowd, but she felt Chris’ eyes on her body and that made her feel good. It meant that all of his attention was on her and she knew her plan to keep his mind occupied on her was working.
The song finished and this time Chris spoke to the concert-goers. “Robyn I think we need to take it back a lil’ bit furth’r. I wanna go back to 2007.”
“Yeah that’s a good idea, Chris.” Rihanna agreed. “Let’s do that.” The instrumental for the pop star’s international hit “Umbrella” filled the arena. The stage shone an assortment of blue colored lights, giving the look of rain pouring down in the singers.
Naturally the audience’s screams filled the air as they impatiently anticipated on the popular duet between the former couple.
“You have my heart,
And we'll never be worlds apart, May be in magazines, But you'll still be my star… Baby cause in the dark, You can't see shiny cars, And that's when you need me there, With you I'll always share… Because…!”The fans recited the chorus along with Rihanna.
“When the sun shines, we'll shine together,
Told you I'll be here forever, Said I'll always be a friend, Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end. Now that it's raining more than ever, Know that we'll still have each other, You can stand under my umbrella, You can stand under my umbrella… ella, ella, eh, eh, eh…”When Chris’ verse came he fully pulled his ex-girlfriend flush against his body so she could feel every inch of his hardness. The show-goers couldn’t see it before because he wore lose pants and a long jersey that concealed it, but he knew Rihanna felt everything through the tiny getup she was wearing.
Looking at her body moving and performing to the music made the singer horny beyond belief, and he was desperate to control it.
“You're becomin’ a dream to me,
Fairytale fantasy, Nothin’ can ever compare, An image to my memory… Girl I'm askin’ could you be my queen? A vision on a magazine, Tha's when I'll be ther’, It's somethin’ we both share Because…!”Humoring Chris in their ongoing game of cat and mouse, Rihanna circled her arm and Chris’ neck once more. Together they sang the bridge for the supportive crowd.
“You can run into my arms…” Chris told the woman he loved.
Rihanna responded with her lyrics, “It's okay don't be alarmed…”
“Come into me…” both of their voices were in sync and Supafest’s admirers felt the former couple’s strong emotion coming off the stage and blanketing the crowd.
The songstress continued with her line. “There's no distance in between our love…”
“So go on and say my name some more…” Chris lowered his hand from the middle of Rihanna’s back down to the small of her back, just above her ass. He tried to continue further down, but the pop star caught his hand in hers before he could move it another inch.
Smiling naughtily at him, she kept on singing. “Chris, I'll be all you need and more… ohh, ohh…!”
Together they shouted, “Because…!”
Once the song ended the instrumental continued to play. They held hands and walked to the middle of the stage and raised their free arms in the air. Both artists looked at each other and neither one could remove the smile that stretched their faces. Both Chris and Rihanna thought about the many times they toured the continent in 2008 and together they performed the song.
They had so much fun during those days and it showed in their performance. The thought of playing the game of cat and mouse still weighed on Rihanna’s mind, but tonight she really did enjoy herself with her ex-boyfriend. She completely had forgotten how much fun it was to sing with him. Tonight was even more special since this was their comeback performance, she supposed. The world was watching, and she wanted everyone to see that the chemistry was still there between her and Chris… at least professionally anyway.
The concert-goers exploded when they embraced each other again and rocked their bodies to the music. Confetti poured over the audience and the backup dancers opened their umbrellas and held them high in the air.
“Give it up for Chris Brown!” The Barbadian released her hold on him and shouted into her microphone.
“Nah, nah, nah…” The singer chuckled to try and take the attention off him. “Everybody give it up for Rihanna!”
The fans cheered wildly in support for both of the music artists. Chris’ dancers tossed their umbrellas and the stagehands gathered them. They spread throughout the stage to get in formation, and Chris spoke again into his microphone.
“Rih I wanna take this to the present. People are sayin’ a lot of shit ‘bout us in 2012. So let’s give ‘em some mo’ shit to talk ‘bout!” Red and white lights flashed across the stage and the techno beat to “Turn Up the Music” filled the arena.
Together they moved forward towards the edge of the stage and Rihanna stood aside while Chris did a freestyle dance to the beat. Once he was finished he sung the lyrics to the first verse of his popular hit.
“Turn up the music, ‘cause this song jus’ came on,
Turn up the music, if they try to turn us down, Turn up the music, can I hear it ‘til the speakers blow, Turn up the music, fill your cup and drink it down…”Chris danced during the bridge while Rihanna pumped her fists in the air to hype the crowd. The moment it was time for the chorus, they joined hands again which drove the patrons crazy.
The singer positioned himself behind the songstress again as his vocals were amplified through the microphone. “And turn up the music…”
“Just turn it up louder…” Rihanna’s vocals were in perfect contrast to her ex-boyfriend’s.
“Turn up the music…”
“I need it in my life, yeah…”
“Oh, oh, oh, oh...” The artists released each other to jump up and down onstage while the audience and dancers joined them.
Positioning herself in front of Chris again, Rihanna recited her verse his remix.
“Turn up the music, ‘cause I feel a little turned on…” Deciding to tease her former lover, Rihanna opened her hoodie just a bit to expose her tattooed left shoulder, but not enough to reveal what she was wearing. Everyone in the arena screamed when Chris’ hooded-eyed expression filled the large projector screen behind the stage.
Rihanna smiled knowing that she couldn’t see Chris’ face behind her, but from the concert-goers reaction, she managed to get underneath his skin. The songstress took things further with her next line. “Turn up the music, don’t you try to turn me down…”
She circled her hips against the singer’s pelvis until she touched the floor mentally counting 1… 2… 3…, she arched her spine and stood again, making sure she rubbed her ass over Chris’ hardened penis.
The R&B star stared at his ex-girlfriend open-mouthed at the audacity to try and seduce him live onstage. The lil’ vixen thinks she got the bes’ of me! I’ll show her ass!
“Turn up the music, can I feel it just a little mo'?” Rihanna stood at Chris’ side, covered his hip with her thigh, and caressed his chest. She laughed when her ex-boyfriend caught her thigh and grazed the smooth flesh.
The public display of affection was widely accepted by the chorusing fans in attendance. “Y’all need to fuck!” Someone shouted over the music.
Yeah we do, Rihanna kept her thoughts to herself but agreed with the opinion of the fan. “Turn up the music, feel me up and take me down…”
Chris reluctantly let go of Rihanna’s thigh to dance along with his dancers during the bridge again. It was time for both singers to perform the third verse together. Instead of holding hands like they did earlier, the duo stood next to each other and circled the other’s waist. Staring at one another, they sang.
“I can see it in your eyes baby you want a piece of me, oh…!
So let’s go tonight and do whatever it takes to make it right… Baby-baby, just turn it up! Baby-baby, just turn it up! Just turn it up, just turn it up!”Holding on to Chris more tightly, Rihanna closed her eyes and put all her emotion into her next line so everyone present will know how she felt. “I love you ba-a-aby!”
Equally pouring all of his feelings out, Chris responded with, “Ye-e-a-ah!”
The song finished with the singer playfully grabbing the joyful Bajan and tickling her sides. She tried to speak her words at the very end of the song, “Right now you gon’ make me laugh,” but instead it came out as, “Right now you gon’—ha, ha, ahh, stop it Chris!” She swatted his hands away and distanced herself from the jokester.
Composing herself, Rihanna faced the audience and spoke into her microphone. “I’m feeling hot tonight. And I’m a little bit hungry.”
Instantly catching on to the meaning of her words, the crowd exploded when they knew what song the former couple was about to perform next. Teasing everyone in the arena, especially the tall, tattooed blond standing a few feet away from her, Rihanna slowly unzipped her hoodie and two of Chris’ dancers retrieved it.
Ignoring the clamorous patrons, Chris’ dark eyes fully drank in every delectable curve of Rihanna’s body. His gaze started at the top of her head, which he noticed was dyed jet-black. Both sides were shaved and ingrained in them were the symbols from his album Fortune. The rest of her shiny, jet-black hair fell past her shoulders and he had to ball his fists in order to control the urge to stand next to her and run his fingers through the strands.
Her caramel body was barely covered in a silver metallic two-piece costume. The top was halter-shaped with her cleavage nearly spilling out from it. Her perfect, slim belly was exposed, and covering her bottom was a pair of boy shorts that could pass as bikini bottoms. They were high-cut, which showed off the majority of her hip tattoo.
Leaning back, Chris tried to peek at the seat of her shorts to get a better view of her ass, but he soon found out he didn’t need to.
Rihanna looked at him with amusement in her hazel-green eyes and joked, “Damn, Chris! You lookin’ at me like you wanna bite this!”
More applause and cheers came from the hyper crowd which made the Barbadian laugh. Facing Supafest’s concert-goers again she said, “I guess that means he wants this…” She turned around and exposed her backside to everyone, which made the loud crowd get even louder.
Chris looked up at the projector screen behind him and gawked when he saw Rihanna’s famous, curvaceous ass covered in her bikini-bottom shaped boy shorts. However that’s not what captured his attention—it did, but not as much as what was written on the seat of the bottoms.
The letters C-A-K-E were written in script with multicolored crystals. Chris couldn’t take his eyes off the screen, not even when he saw Rihanna look over her shoulder at the patrons and say, “cake.”
The music for their US Billboard R&B/Hip-Hop smash, “Birthday Cake” sounded throughout the arena and Rihanna began to shake her ass to the intro.
“Come and put your name on it… Put your name on it… Come and put your name on it... Bet you wanna put your name on it…”
Staring mesmerized at his former flame, the singer couldn’t help but to mentally count every time Rihanna’s booty shook to the rhythm of their song. This wasn’t rehearsed during the practice sessions, and he had a feeling that with them performing this song, nothing they rehearsed will be presented live onstage.
“It’s not even my birthday, but he wanna lick the icing off…” Rihanna turned around to face their crowd and gyrate her body sexily at the audience. “I know you want it in the worst way, can’t wait to blow my candles out! He want that…”
Moving towards her dumbfounded ex-boyfriend, the pop star bent forward in front of Chris, making sure her ass touched his pelvis. She bounced her derrière skillfully with every chant of “cake, cake, cake, cake…” on him to purposefully entice him.
“I’mma make you my bitch…!” Rihanna fisted his jersey top and roughly pulled Chris forward, emphasizing her naughty lyrics.
Rihanna’s not-so-subtle art of seduction was taking its toll on Chris’ sanity. He knew above all else he had to remain professional for the sake of the concert-goers, but his libido was screaming at him to take her on that stage! He wasn’t going to do that, but after the show… oh he had plans for the wild Barbadian!
“Leggo! Girl I wanna fuck you right now, been a long time, I been missn’ your body…” Not caring about what anyone else thought, Chris firmly grabbed Rihanna’s ass and sunk his nails in her soft flesh.
What surprised him even more was that his old lover made no move to remove his hand from her backside. She simply smiled at him, but her eyes told Chris of the super-sexy things to come later on.
Good, he thought happily. She wanna fuck, too. Then it’s on.
“Lemme, lemme turn the lights down, when-I, when-I go down…” With his hand still firmly planted on Rihanna’s ass, Chris knelt in front of her and licked the inside of her belly button. He used his perverted motion to simulate oral sex on her, and that made everyone in the arena go crazy!
Being the habitual attention-seeker, Rihanna pressed her palm on top of Chris’ platinum hair to keep him in place. She gave him a provocative smile and a sexy wink.
“Gurl…” The R&B star stressed the word and stood again. He chuckled and got behind the songstress. He grinded his dick against her ass while he finished his bridge. “It’s not even her birthday, but I wanna lick the icing out. Give it to her in the worst way, can’t wait to blow her candles out! I want that…”
Putting her body in the doggy-style position, Chris used his free hand to hold her hip in his vice-grip and thrust his pelvis forward into her soft bottom. Every time the speakers blared “cake, cake, cake, cake…” their bodies touched and the singer loved every second of it.
Rihanna was equally turned-on. Nothing got her off like displays of exhibitionism. Everyone was watching them and knowing that made her tingle all over with desire.
When it was time for Chris to rap his verse, Rihanna stood and turned around to face him. She clutched the back of his head and made her ass clap along with the cadence of the music.
Catching her cue, Chris palmed her ass softly and recited his verse.
“Doggy want the kitty,
Give me a heart attack and throw it back, Now watch me get it. Ain’t new to this, but you da shit, Damn girl you pretty. Blowin’ out yo’ candles, Lemme make a couple wishes!”The pop star let him go to give each other some space. She took a few steps back and rapped her verse. “Rememba how you did it? Rememba how you fit it?” She grabbed her crotch when she said ‘fit it’ to prove her point.
“If you still wanna kiss, come, come, come and get it.” Rihanna curled her finger in Chris’ direction, letting him know subliminally that she was ready for him tonight.
“Sweet-a then a rice cake,
Cakebread sippin’, Kill it, tip it, cake, fill it!”Not even caring that his full erection was completely visible to everyone in Brisbane, Chris marched over to where Rihanna stood and rolled his hips into hers as she continued her verse.
“If you sexy and you know it,
And you ain’t afraid to show it, Put a candle on my motherfuckin’ back, Baby blow it!”The Barbadian gave her old flame everything she had while she arched her spine and rolled her backside into him. Both singers gave a whole new meaning to Rihanna’s next lyrics, “Love the way you do it, when you do it like that…”
Their audience continued to cheer them on in support. No one was put-off by the sexy display of affection; everyone welcomed it and continued to shout for more. Nearly everyone; there were two people backstage that didn’t approve of what was happening at this moment.
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“You see this shit, Kae?” Seiko looked at their television in the backstage room. She was utterly disgusted by watching Chris publicly lust after Rihanna. What was even more disgusting was the way Chris blatantly disrespected her best friend. He was acting like a man who wasn’t in a two-year relationship.
“Yeah I see that bullshit,” Karrueche quietly retorted. It made her upset that her boyfriend could be so sexual with Rihanna in public without a care in the world. She wanted to speak to him about what she and Seiko were witnessing, but she was afraid that if she did, Chris would cut her off.
She became accustomed to the luxurious lifestyle the singer provided for her, and she wasn’t ready to go back to living the way she used to. Nevertheless, Chris should know there were things he should and shouldn’t do while in a relationship. There was a lot Karrueche put up with but even she, with her quiet demeanor, had her limits. Tonight her famous boyfriend was pushing them.
Seiko stood by the door to their backstage room, having seen enough of Chris’ wild antics. “You ready to go, girl?”
“Where are we going?” Karrueche joined her friend by the door.
Opening it, the television star answered, “We’re going to the side stage. I wanna be the first one to confront Chris as soon as he gets off that stage! Fuck that!” Seiko added at the last minute. “I wanna confront that ox tail-eatin’ bitch of his, too!”
Laughing at her joke, Karrueche exited the room along with her best friend.
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I wonder if Chris and Rihanna would be allowed to get away with their sexy antics at a live show. Hmm…
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