Taming Christopher Brown

Chapter Seventeen

Once Chris has us outside he steers me to his garage which I see has a variety of cars, each one more expensive looking than the rest.

"All of these are yours?" I ask.

"Yeah." He says simply as if owning over 6 cars was normal. I guess it was for someone with his money. I could barely afford to take the bus all the time and he has six cars... I was way out of my league.

We stop once we reach a black Porsche and Chris opens the door for me.

"Thanks." I mutter as I climb inside as elegantly as I could before the door shuts. Chris scrambles around to the other side and climbs in before he drives off. Once we're out on the road Chris leans over and turn on the radio. The beat and lyrics fills the interior of the car and Chris and I both share a look.

"You know I'm going to ask you to do it right?" Chris says, glancing away from the road to look at me.

"I'm not doing it." I giggled.

"Come on!" He begs, a grin tugging at his lips making him look really adorable. I swear those dimples and that smile would be the death of me. I was having a really hard time saying no to him whenever they appeared.

"Ugh, fine!" I groan in defeat and Chris laughs once in triumphant before turning on the music louder. "I don't fuck with you. You lil stupid ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you. You lil, you lil dumb ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you. I got a million trillion things I'd rather fuckin' do. Than to be fuckin' with you, lil stupid ass. I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck. I don't, I don't, I don't give a fuck. Bitch, I don't give a fuck about you, or anything that you do. Don't give a fuck about you, or anything that you do." I rapped to Big Sean's latest song and Chris chuckled when I was done and lowered the volume.

"You sound adorable." Chris cracked up.

"I'm never doing that again." I giggled.

"Come on, I thought it was our thing."

"We have a thing?" I raised a brow at him.

"Yeah." Chris smiled at me before focusing his attention back to the road.

The restaurant Chris takes me in is semi-casual which makes me sigh in relief about not feeling out of place with the maxi dress I was wearing. The host brought us to the back of the room for some privacy and Chris pulled out my chair for me.

"Can I get you guys anything to drink?" A waitress came over and asked us moments later.

"Um, I will just have a glass of water right now thank you."

"And for you Mr. Brown?" She asks Chris.

"I'll just have an ice tea."

"Alright. I'll be back with your drinks in a second." Then she walked off.

"Have you eaten here before? What looks good?" I ask once I'm seated.

"They have an incredible seafood selection." He tells me.

"Good to know," I pause. "But seafood isn't my thing." I admit.

"Really? How come?"

I shrugged. "Never really liked it."

"Shrimp? Lobster?"

"Hate it." I confess.

"Okay. So no seafood. I'll have to remember that."

The same waitress came back seconds later with our drinks and asked us if we were ready to order. I chose a burger while Chris ordered the grilled chicken with steamed rice and grilled vegetables.