Wading (A Chris Brown Fanfiction)

Chapter 1.

Me and Cassie were sitting at the bar ordering drinks.

"I'll take a vodka with a lime and salt." Cassie told the bartender.

I couldn't understand why Cassie liked that nasty ass drink...that shit was real bitter! Before I could tell the bartender what I wanted, a man slipped into the stool next to me.

He wore a nice, black tuxedo and dress shoes. He was a white man with dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a sexy smile.

"And a drink for this lovely lady? It's on me," he spoke.

"Champagne please," I yelled over the loud music.

The bartender poured the drink into a glass and handed it to me. The man moved closer to me and put his big hand on my left thigh.

"My name is Max Myers. I'm an executive producer of Nike," he told me. "Tell me about yourself, sexy."

"He got MONEYYYYYYYYY!" I mentally spoke to Cassie with a smile. She looked back and laughed. She got the memo. I wasn't really interested in hsving a relationship with him, but I decided to play along.

"My name is Monica. I'm 24 years old and a runway model." I explained to him.

He was looking at my boobs and rubbing my thigh, moving closer and closer to my crotch. Was this nigga even listening?!

"You know I've always LOVED chocolate women...Dark, light, thin, thick, I don't care as long as they're black! You know what they say, the darker the berry the sweeter the juice!" He gushed.

It's too bad I'm not interested in dating white men. Not only that but this nigga was truly crazy. Before I could politely say anything to him, Cassie jumped in.

"Sorry, Mitch, but she ain't interested nigga! Move yo crazy ass along we ain't got NO time to waste tonight!" she yelled in his face. "Now shoo nigga," she said waving her hands at him.

"Actually, my name is Max--" he said before being interrupted again.

"Max, fax, Saks nigga I don't give a fuck! Get outta here with that shit," she snapped.

He quickly hopped off the stool and walked away.

"Lay off on the rest of the guys who come around, okay? If I got any problems and need yo help I'll tell you, okay?" I told Cassie.

"Whatever," she mumbled.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around. A sexy black man with brown skin and a goatee was standing behind me with his hands in his jean pockets. He wore black rimmed glasses and a gold chain on top of his red shirt.

"Is the seat next to you taken?" he asked me.

"Nah, you can sit," I replied taking a sip of my champagne.

He took a seat in the stool next to mine and looked over at me. He was looking at me for several minutes before I raised an eyebrow at him. He shook his head and blushed.

"Sorry baby, you just real nice in that dress," he said. "My names August."

The way that he said baby really made my insides quiver. This nigga had fine written all over him!

"It's fine, I'm used to it," I said confidently. "And my name's Monica. You can call me moni if you want."

Mamí works too...

"Oh really?" He said raising an eyebrow. "What you do for a living?"

"I'm a runway model. What do you do?" I replied.

He told me that he was an RnB singer. Suddenly, I took a look at him and it all clicked.

"Shit, I know you! You're August Alsina!" I yelled. "I love your song I Luv This Shit and Kissin' on my tattoos."

"You gon' be kissin on my tattoos tonight?" he said with a grin on his face.

"What?" I replied, clearly confused.

"Corny ass nigga..." Cassie mumbled while using her phone. I almost forgot she was here!

He laughed. "You tryna go home with a nigga tonight? Nothin' serious. Jus a one night thing, or maybe two nights if I really like you. Jus so you know I really like you."

I giggled. August was really nice and he was sexy too. When I looked at him I was like "Chris who?" He made me forget all about him. There was one problem...this nigga wasn't lookin to cuff me, just a quick fuck.

I looked up at him and sighed. "August, I like you, I really do! It's just...I'm looking for a relationship right now." I told him.

"Damn shawty, a nigga ain't looking to cuff right now, but if I was I would definetly get with you." he replied.

He got off the stool, pulled me up with him, and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"You sure don't wanna come to my hotel?" He whispered into my ear. His hot breath made me get a little turned on.

"I'm sure." I told him, hoping I wouldn't regret my decision.

"Well if you change yo mind don't hesitate to give me a call shawty," he said handing me a small piece of paper. And with that he was gone.

Me and Cassie began to talk about the men that I had met tonight. None of them stood out accept for August...too bad he wasn't looking for a relationship.

***
An hour later me and Cassie were still at the bar. It was 1:27 A.M. and we were both getting tired. Wading by Jhené Aiko was playing.

"Picture me rolling, out in the open, baby I know that you would notice
you have been hoping I wouldn't go," she sang.

All of the wading, all I was, wading, wading for you. I have been waiting, I will be waiting, till I turn blue..." she continued to sing effortlessly.

"No more waiting, baby," a man said into my ear as they wrapped their arms around me from behind.

I could recognize that voice from anywhere...

I turned around as my eyes widened in shock. Cassie gasped and put her hand to her mouth.

It was Chris.

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