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As I sit here at the train station waiting for my train so I can be late for work, I’m listening to Keys’ mixtape Infiltration, and I seriously wonder why she’s so underrated. Keys is a breath of fresh air from the garbage female rap that’s out now.
Warning: If you are a Karrueche fan—oh hell what am I saying! If you’re reading a story that’s about Chris and Rihanna and you’re a Karrueche fan, far as I’m concerned if you get offended by the material written in this chapter, oh well. You would wonder why I’m shading an innocent woman, and I would wonder why you’re a fan of a jobless professional condom. Carry on!
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Love… Chapter 9
“Unfortunately I have to go,” a chorus of ‘boos’ sounded throughout the audience from the disappointed crowd. Rihanna merely smiled and continued speaking. “But before I leave, I’ll give you guys one more song!”
The concert-goers boos quickly turned into cheers of happiness. The lights in the arena went out again, and a single, yellow-dotted spotlight centered on stage. Lying in a fetal position was Rihanna with the microphone in her hand. She sung the lyrics to her worldwide smash, “We Found Love” in acapella.
“Yellow diamonds in the light,
And we're standing side by side… As your shadow crosses mine, What it takes to come alive…”Amongst the cheers and screams from the fans, the patrons also began to stomp the floor as excitement flowed through their bodies from the much anticipated performance.
“It's the way I’m feeling I just can't deny…
But I've gotta let it go…”Slowly the songstress balanced herself on her knees and outstretched her free hand to the natives of Brisbane. “We found love in a hopeless place… We found love in a ho-pless place… We found love in a hopeless place… We found love in a ho-pless place…”
Calvin Harris’ fast-paced instrumental kicked into high gear, and multicolored streams of light danced across the stage to the pulsating beats. Rihanna fully stood and jumped up and down repeatedly to increase the energy of the spectators. She swung her arms and hair wildly while kicking her feet in the air, mimicking the dance she did her music video while she and her video’s love interest danced in the fields.
Two full spotlights lit both Chris Brown and Rihanna onstage. The moment the beat began to increase, together they did the popular Caribbean dance, the Willie Bounce.
“Oh my God, they look so cute together!” An onlooker shouted in admiration.
Another attendee agreed with their neighbor’s statement. “Yeah I know! They need to get back together again!
The moment the stage was fully lit, everyone on it joined together to dance to the upbeat music of Rihanna’s number one hit. Rihanna used the choreography from her 2012 Grammys performance with her ex-boyfriend as her lead dancer. However, that wasn’t nearly as shocking as what everyone in attendance was about to witness next.
“Shine a light through an open door, love and life I will divide…” Chris stopped dancing and approached the edge of the stage to serenade Supafest’s fans with the second verse to his ex-girlfriend’s song. “Turn away ‘cause I need you more, feel the heartbeat in my mind…”
One female fan shivered in lust from listening to the timbre of the R&B star’s voice. “Damn I swear his singin’ is gonna make me come!”
“It's the way I'm feelin’ I jus’ can't deny, but I’ve gotta let it go…” Chris continued to vocalize.
Rihanna joined Chris at the edge of the stage and shouted into her microphone, “Brisbane c’mon and help us sing this shit!”
“We found love in a hopeless place…! We found love in a ho-pless place…!” The wild fans were more than happy to chant the chorus to the song.
The music slowed and the former couple embraced for one final time onstage. Together they sang the bridge.
“Yellow diamonds in the light, and we're standing side by side…” Both artists released their hold on each other to stand back-to-back, and held their heads down like they were depressed. It drove the already wild concert-goers even wilder.
“As your shadow crosses mine...”
They both separated to join the dancers to finish the energy-inducing routine as they sang the chorus. “We found love in a hopeless place…! We found love in a ho-pless place…!”
Their performance ended with a loud boom exploding from the speakers. The crowd roared in shouts and applause for the duo giving them a legendary show they won’t soon forget.
A few second later the music to “We Found Love” played again and Rihanna screamed into her microphone, “Thank you, Brisbane! I love you!” She blew kisses the crowd before walking to Chris, giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek.
“Thank you Chris for having me tonight! Everybody give it up for Chris Brown!”
The singer pulled Rihanna close to him and squeezed her body tightly in a suffocating hug. Watching the two become even more affectionate on stage made a lot of the audience members say “aww”, while others whistled approvingly.
Letting his microphone rest at his side so no one would hear, Chris whispered in his ex-girlfriend’s ear. “Meet me in my dressin’ room aft’r the show.”
Rihanna didn’t speak, but nodded her head in response. They faced everyone in the arena, held hands and bowed before the pop star left. Chris still remained since he had a few more songs to perform.
“I need a girl to come onstage for this next song…” his voice sounded out of the large stage’s speakers.
The songstress tried to walk past the side stage to get to her dressing room, but heard voices and they sounded like there was an argument. Deciding to be nosy, Rihanna kept out of view to listen.
*****
Mijo, Kevin McCall, and Melissa were all standing together at the side stage watching Chris and Rihanna perform their last number together. They all danced and swayed from side-to-side at the music for “We Found Love”.
“Hey yo’, they killin’ tha’ shit!” Mijo was the first to voice his opinion about the famous pair onstage.
“Nigga you ain’t never lied,” Melissa agreed.
Kevin didn’t say anything, but nodded his head in agreement. Silently they all continued to watch their friends perform for the arena. A few minutes later they heard footsteps followed by a voice.
“Um, who the hell are you? Fans aren’t allowed backstage.” Seiko approached the trio but directed her question at Rihanna’s best friend.
Melissa simply rolled her eyes and snorted at the reality television star’s audacity. Seiko’s seen Melissa countless of times during Supafest’s rehearsals, so the former Baldwin Hill’s cast member already knew Melissa was in Rihanna’s crew.
Deciding to humor the little woman just for fun, Melissa looked down at her and answered, “Little girl please. “
Taken back by Melissa’s words, Seiko put her hands on her hips and repeated, “Little, girl? Oh I got your ‘little girl’!” She searched around trying to find anyone in the arena’s security while yelling out, “Security!”
Karrueche silently watched her friend get under Melissa’s skin in amusement.
“C’mon man, Seiko,” Kevin reached out and grabbed Seiko’s wrist to try and calm her down. “Don’t make trouble. Just chill. We all having a good time. Just relax.”
Snatching her wrist away from the producer, Seiko snapped. “Oh I see! You trying to take up for this man-looking bitch? Nigga you weak!”
When she heard the television star’s insult, instinct immediately kicked into high-gear. Melissa faced the smaller woman ready for war. Before she could utter a single word, Mijo stepped in to defend her.
“Sei, why you actin’ retarded an’ shit? Ain’t nobody ov’r here botherin’ you! You need to apologize to Mel, ‘cause she ain’t said shit ‘bout you!”
“Apologize?” Seiko emphasized the word while she looked at Chris’ best friend astonishingly. “If anyone needs to ‘apologize’ to anyone, your boy needs to apologize to my girl! I know you saw how he publicly disrespected Kae!”
Finally understanding why the reality star was so upset, Melissa didn’t even bother wasting her anger on the younger woman anymore. Instead she decided to add fuel to the fire with her next words. “What Chris and Rih are doing is performing. You know, they’re at their jobs. They’re working so you two leeches can continue suck Chris’ bank account dry… along with something else.”
Both Karrueche’s and Seiko’s eyes widened in humiliation when they heard the Bajan’s words. Her verbal jabs cut deep, especially when both women listened to Kevin and Mijo snickering from Melissa’s comment. Before either woman could speak to defend themselves, Melissa carried on.
“Besides, as I recalled,” the Barbadian feigned a look of someone trying to remember something important. “When those remixes came out, didn’t your girl personally contact TMZ’s staff and tell them she and Chris were in an ‘open relationship’?” Melissa used her fingers as quotation marks to emphasize the words ‘open relationship’. “So the way I see it, whatever Rih and Chris do together, whether it’s onstage or off—Karbuncle can’t be salty or pressed… y’know… like a rice cake.”
Melissa referenced the extremely infamous picture of a pack of cinnamon-flavored, store-brand rice cakes that her best friend uploaded to her Twitter account. Judging by the expressions on both Seiko’s and Karrueche’s faces, Melissa struck a nerve.
“Damn…!” Kevin and Mijo shouted simultaneously.
“And boom—headshot!” A voice was heard behind Melissa, Kevin, and Mijo.
Everyone faced in the direction of Rihanna who was exiting the stage. The pop star had her middle finger, index finger, and thumb extended with her ring and pinky fingers curled to form the shape of a gun. It was aimed directly at Chris Brown’s girlfriend.
In one swift motion, the songstress placed her makeshift gun underneath her red lips and blew her fingernails, mimicking the motion of blowing the barrel of a smoking handgun that’s been fired. She never removed her eyes from her target, but smiled at the now frightened young woman.
“Shit’s ‘bout to get real,” Mijo muttered under his breath.
Smiling like she hadn’t seen her best friend in years, Melissa greeted Rihanna enthusiastically. “Hey bitch! How are you? How long you been standing there?”
Descending the small steps, Rihanna joined her friend and replied, “I’m good, trick. And I’ve been standing here long enough.” She walked past Melissa not even bothering to greet the two men present, and stood in front of Chris’ girlfriend. Smirking playfully at Karrueche’s wide-eyed face, the songstress spoke.
“Hello, I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced when we met that night at Greystone Manor. I’m your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend. Maybe you’ve heard of me? It’s nice to meet you.”
Rihanna extended her hand in greeting, knowing that the aspiring model wouldn’t accept it. Shrugging without a care Rihanna pulled her hand back and continued. “I just wanna say thank you for making that video about me. You were singing my song so I know that you’re a fan. Listen, if we ever meet in the club again, I got you. I know that you can’t afford to buy yourself a drink. The struggle is real. That’s why I’m always working.”
Melissa covered her mouth to suffocate the guffaws of laugher that threatened to spill from her belly. Mijo grinned like the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland, and Kevin simply shook his head.
“So I’ll just send you a bottle of whatever you’re having. That’s cool, KarMichael?” Without waiting for a reply, the pop star faced her best friend and said, “Mel, you’re ready to go?”
“Yeah I’m ready with your crazy ass!” Melissa stepped towards Rihanna and waved goodbye to Kevin and Mijo. She didn’t even bother to look at the stupefied faces of the half-Asian young women as she walked pass them.
Nailing the coffin shut on their confrontation, Melissa spoke up. “Hey Robyn? Why you no have boyfriend?” She mimicked the voice and phrase used in Karrueche’s diss video about Rihanna.
Rihanna threw her head and laughed out loud. Responding in kind she answered, “Because I’m fucking yours… bitch!” The songstress left the side stage with her best friend while singing, “Only Girl in the World”, which was a song that was played in the video.
No one spoke until Rihanna’s and Melissa’s footsteps were no longer heard. Seiko angrily faced both Mijo and Kevin and shouted, “Y’all just stood there and didn’t even try to take up for Kae?”
“We could say the same for you…” Kevin looked away and muttered. “But we did try to stop it before the situation got out of hand.”
Mijo wasn’t as tactful as the Grammy-nominated producer. He looked at Seiko and bluntly stated, “None of this shit would’ve happened if you would’ve kept your mouth shut! You and Kae came ov’r here lookin’ ta star’ sum shit when nobody was thankin’ ‘bout y’all. Y’all got wha’ y’all deserved!” His Virginia accent came pouring out through his anger, and he had to calm himself down before he told his best friend’s girlfriend and their threesome partner what he really thought about them.
“Rihanna’s the Queen of Shade. Nobody can out-shade her!” The Virginia native pressed on. “Y’all got served.”
Reaching for Karrueche’s arm, who was on the verge of crying, Seiko returned to their dressing room without another word.
*****
“Yo’, Rob!” Melissa lay on the sofa in Rihanna’s dressing room and allowed her laughter to pour out. “That shit was cray! Those bitches thought they could hang? They must not know nothing ‘bout us island girls!”
Dismissing what happened with a wave of her hand Rihanna replied, “Fuck them ho’s. I got more important things to worry about tonight.” She peeled off her sweaty costume and shoes and reached for her robe to take her shower. Tossing the dirty clothes in a carry-on bag, she slipped her feet in a pair of fuzzy teddy bear slippers, looked at Melissa and said, “Chris wants to meet with me.”
“Oh shit! Here we go!” Melissa covered her face with her arm and groaned in annoyance. “Y’all two are the most… dumbest people I ever had the misfortune of meeting! Both of y’all just need to say ‘fuck everybody else’ and make it official, or just leave each other alone… for good!” She uncovered her face to stare at her best friend. “It’s always back-and-forth with you two. Don’t y’all get tired of that?”
“It’s not gonna be like that this time.” Rihanna assured the older woman. She heard Melissa snort sarcastically.
“How many times have I heard that?”
Ignoring her best friend the pop star continued. “I have plans for Chris tonight. I’m gonna put it on him so good that he’s gonna come crawling back to me. But emotionally I’m done with him. Tonight I’m gonna do to Chris what so many niggas do to us women. They think they can get away with fucking us then fucking us over and not caring. Well tonight the tables are gonna turn.”
“Didn’t I just see y’all fuck each other onstage tonight?” Melissa raised an eyebrow and asked.
Again ignoring Melissa, Rihanna carried on. “I got something for that nigga.” She walked towards the dressing room’s closet and pulled out another carry-on. Giving it to her best friend, the songstress told her, “Open it.”
Melissa sat up and reached for the bag. She gave Rihanna a suspicious look before unzipping it. Peeking inside, what the older Barbadian saw made her gasp in surprise. “What the fuck?” She pulled out an item and held it in front of her to closely inspect it. Looking at the smug young woman standing before her, she hollered, “Damn girl, you ain’t playing with that nigga!”
“Tonight Chris Brown will be my bitch.” Rihanna turned on her heels to enter her shower.
*****
Once she finished with her shower, Rihanna moisturized her body with Victoria’s Secret Coconut Passion body cream. She secured her hair in a ponytail and applied light mascara and gloss to her lips. She covered her body with her robe and sat next to Melissa on the sofa.
Melissa, who was still distracted by the items in Rihanna’s carry-on, jumped in surprise when the songstress spoke. “Call Mijo and see if you can find out where Chris is.”
“Okay.” Melissa reached for her phone on her belt clip to dial Mijo’s number. While it rang on the other end she asked, “Why?”
“Because I don’t want to run into his escort.” Rihanna replied like it was the most obvious answer. “I know there’s an after party tonight and I need to know if Chris has already left.”
The older Bajan pressed her finger to her lips, silently telling Rihanna to be quiet. “What’s up, nigga? What y’all are doing tonight? Okay. Is Chris with y’all? What about those bitches? Oh for real? Yeah, me and Rob getting ready now. We’ll meet you there. Alright. Bye.”
“So what’s up?” Rihanna pressed her best friend for information.
Melissa returned her phone to her clip and answered, “Mijo and everybody else is at the after party. Yep, rice cakes are there, too. Chris just finished up and he’s getting ready to meet them there. I told him and me and you were going to meet them there. So right now Chris is alone in his dressing room.”
A malicious smile stretched Rihanna’s face as she thought about her next plans. “Look Mel, I need you to do one more favor for me. Go outside and see if anyone’s around.”
“Got damn freak.” Melissa shook her head and stood. She exited the dressing room and casually walked around the corridor to see if anyone was lurking around. Surprisingly enough the hallway was empty even after a big concert. She turned the corner and there in front of Chris’ dressing room door was Big Pat standing guard.
She quietly returned to Rihanna’s dressing room to deliver the news.
Standing as well, Rihanna nodded. “Okay, that’s good. Watch my back, Mel.” She reached for both of her carry-on bags and heaved both of them on her shoulders. Both women left the dressing room and approached Chris’ door. Pat saw them and smiled at the women.
“Hey y’all. What’s poppin’ tonight?”
“My pussy on Chris’ dick if everything goes right,” was Rihanna’s naughty response.
Melissa tossed her head back and laughed when she saw Pat’s eyes bulge from their sockets. After she calmed down, Melissa placed her hand on the songstress’ shoulder and said, “What my friend is saying she needs you to be kind enough to allow her entry into Chris’ dressing room.”
Shaking his head in uncertainty, the body guard replied, “Ladies y’all know I can’t do that.”
“But Chris wanted me to see him tonight,” Rihanna pouted sexily at the larger man. “Surely you don’t want me to disappoint him, do you?”
Holding his hands in the air in mock surrender, Pat told her, “I ain’t got nothin’ to do with all that. I’m just doin’ my job.”
“But—” Rihanna was cut off when she heard a familiar male voice behind her.
“Hey, c’mon Pat. You can’t stop true love. Do it for me.”
Melissa and Rihanna turned their heads and smiled when they saw Diddy. “What’s up, nigga!” Rihanna greeted him.
“Hey baby girl.” Diddy smiled down at the pop star. He reached in his pocket and retrieved his wallet. Handing Pat five crisp $100 bills, he continued. “Don’t you think these two lovebirds already been through enough? Life’s too short for the bullshit and they endure bullshit every day. Let these kids have their moment just for a little while.”
Reluctantly accepting the money, Pat cracked open the door to Chris’ dressing room. “Alright, but don’t go telling nobody ‘bout this.”
“The same goes for you, too.” Diddy sternly replied. “And make sure no one gets in.”
“Thank you, Diddy.” Rihanna thanked him. Diddy was one of the few supportive people in her corner when it came to her feelings for Chris. He even allowed for her and Chris to stay at his mansion in Miami for a week to work out their problems. She’ll forever be grateful to him for being there like a brother and not judging her.
As Rihanna entered her ex-boyfriend’s dressing room, she heard Melissa sing Marvin Gaye’s song behind her.
“Let's get it on… Ahh baby, let's get it on…”
Not bothering to respond, the pop star simply extended her middle finger at her best friend before Pat closed the door behind her.
“Hey Mel,” Diddy got Melissa’s attention.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Are you going to the after party tonight?”
*****
Rihanna quietly placed her bags down by the door. She heard Chris singing “Fuck Um All” in the shower and was thankful that she had a little bit of time to prepare. She reached inside one of the bags and grabbed her bottle of Victoria’s Secret Coconut Passion body mist. The Barbadian opened her robe and lightly sprayed her body.
Placing the mist back inside the bag, Rihanna let the robe fall at her teddy bear-covered feet. Looking down at her plushie slippers she whispered, “These ain’t sexy.” She quickly slipped out of them and kneeled down to reach inside the pocket of her robe. She fisted metal and pulled it out.
Standing, Rihanna slid the Cartier Love bracelet Chris gave her a month ago on her wrist. Tonight will be the first time she would actually wear it, and it fit perfectly with her plan of seduction. Reaching up, she loosened her hair from its ponytail, allowing it to fall past her shoulders.
She looked for a place to rest and quietly wait for her old lover to finish his shower. Looking at a large chair with comic book characters printed on it, Rihanna decided to rest there. As the cushion enveloped her body, she gently chuckled at the characters from the popular strip Peanuts printed throughout the fabric. That’s Chris for you, always the artist. He’s such a big kid.
Resting her knees over the arm of the large chair, Rihanna allowed her feet to dangle in the air. She kicked them back-and-forth and looked up at the ceiling. I must be all kinds of crazy to be sitting here, naked in this nigga’s dressing room.
She heard the water to the shower and Chris’ singing stop and her heartbeat paused along with it. Rihanna’s ears perked up as she listened to Chris stepping out of the shower and the bathroom door opening. Suddenly all the bravery the songstress mustered earlier vanished the moment the bathroom’s steam wafted towards the ceiling. Not wanting to see his face just yet, Rihanna closed her eyes and crossed her legs. She daintily covered her breasts with her arms and breathed deeply to relax her nerves.
*****
The first thing Chris noticed when he opened the bathroom door was the sweet smell of coconut in the air. He immediately thought that a groupie managed to sneak inside his dressing room because he knew Karrueche or Seiko didn’t care for tropical scents. The thought of getting in a quickie with a groupie before he went to the after party made him smile. Deciding to do just that, the singer eagerly turned the corner and what he saw made his jaw go slack.
Sprawled out in his Charlie Brown chair was the woman he loved more than anything. Chris’ dark brown eyes zoomed in on Rihanna’s arms covering her breasts and he noticed she was wearing the bracelet he bought her. She wore the bracelet and nothing else.
Her smooth chai latte skin looked so delectable Chris licked his lips, reminiscing about her taste on his tongue. He continued to stare at her, watching when her lids fluttered opened.
Rihanna’s hazel-jade gaze bore into his own and she opened her juicy lips to speak.
“Come here rude boy, boy, can you get it up?” Her melodic voice sounded through the air. “Come here rude boy, boy, is you big enough?”
If the erection straining against the thick towel he wore around his waist was any indication… yeah.
Chris was under Rihanna’s spell and like an obedient child, he silently followed the songstress’ demand.
*****
My Supafest is better than the real Supafest. Yup, you know this!
With Rihanna’s Grammy performance, I always imagined that the guy who as all up on her was Chris. Too bad neither artist don’t have me as their assistant because I definitely would’ve suggested they perform together that night. Think about it: what better way to stir up controversy then to have the 2 people who had a falling-out on the night of the Grammys, reunite at the Grammys?
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