In Love With A Stripper(Chris Brown/ Nicki Minaj love story)

Come Back

Chris P.O.V

I woke up and Nicki wasn't by my side. I jumped up, then told myself not to worry because I know she'll be back later. But what if she didn't come back cause she ran out on me last night.

I picked my phone up off the nightstand and dialed her number. It rung a few times before it went to voicemail. I tried a few times and the same thing happened over and over. 

I left a message. "Nicki, if you get this message, please call me back. I just wanna know where you are. I'm worried. I love you." I hung up.

Nicki P.O.V

I laid on the bed in Bey's guest room at her house. I actually loved it here. She had everything I ever wanted. A nice house, a husband, and a wonderful daughter. I never will have that. I couldn't help but think about Chris right now.

He been calling my phone and he left a message. He said he loved me. How could I believe that after everything that I've bee through? I can't take the pain anymore.

I sat up and wiped the tears from the side of my face. I had been crying all night, over him. Someone knocked softly on my door, before they opened it and peeked their head in.

"Nicki, its time for breakfast." Jay said. I call him Jay. "I'm coming." I sniffed and wiped my eyes again. He nodded before closing the door. I sighed and slid out of bed before walking into the bathroom.

"Good morning." Bey said when I walked in the kitchen. "Morning." I slightly smiled, pulling out a chair.

"What's wrong?" She sat my plate in front of me. "Nothing." I shook my head. I smiled when Blue waked in.

"Good morning." I smiled and picked her up. She smiled and took a piece of my bacon. "Hey. How you just gon take my bacon?"

She tried to give it back. "No, you can keep it." I shook my head. She smiled and continued eating.

Chris P.O.V

I paced the living room, rubbing my chin hairs, so many thoughts running through my head right now.

Where did Nicki go? Why hasn't she called she called? I never should've argued with her.

A few days later

"So...what's wrong with you?" Mike asked me.

I sighed before answering him. "Nicki's gone. I haven't talked or seen her in days."

"Man, don't 'een worry bout dat. I'm sure ya' guh gone come back. If she luh ya' like she say she do, she'll be back." August told me.

I wanted to believe him, but it's hard knowing that my love grew for her in a short amount of time.

7:54 p.m.

My phone rung. I reached over to the stand and answered when I saw that it was August.

"Yo."

"Aye, get ya' ass up. We takin' ya' out." He said.

"Where?"

"Get dressed." He hung up. I groaned as I sat up. Them niggas might be right. I bern depressed over Nicki. I need to get out.

Nicki P.O.V

"Nicki, get yo ass out the bathroom and let's go." Bey knocked on the door for the fourth time.

I walked out the bathroom, looking down at the outfit we had just bought.

"Don't you think this is a little...explicit?" I asked her.

"No. Not at all. Well, not where we about to go." She smiled. I picked up my black open toed platform stilettos and I slipped them on.