As I Am| A Chris Brown Story

Chapter Four- Trust Me

Chris' POV
Why is she so damn special? I don't get it man. It's something about her that makes me yearn for her. It's like I can see through her soul. I still don't understand why the hell I had a dream about her before I even met her. I saw her face clearly in the dream. The moment I saw her walk on that stage I just knew she was the one. I didn't even have to watch her dance to know that she's the one. She's resistant though, she's trying to protect herself. Her guard is clearly up, she's hurting deep down. It's like I can feel her pain when I look into her eyes. Her words say one thing but those eyes, it's like they are crying out for me. I'm not going to stop until I find out. I need to know more about her. I don't even know why I care so damn much.

Me: Wass good Mama. Let me know when you get ready to leave. I got a gift for you. 😉
Essence: I thought you said you would only text me if there was a change to rehearsal dates.🤨
Me: There is a last minute rehearsal tonight at 8pm. I forgot all about it lmao.😅
Essence: Mhm. I'm suppose to be on the road by then. I have a six hour drive back home.
Me: I'll book you a flight there tonight. You shouldn't be driving that far anyway.
Essence: Mhm🙄Where is the rehearsal?
Me: Four Seasons in Midtown. 8pm. Don't be late either.
Essence: Whatever nigga. 🥱It better be a short rehearsal too.

I smirked and hopped in the shower. Essence is funny as hell. She know damn well it ain't no rehearsal. She'll never admit it but she wants me just as much as I want her. I can smell it on her. This should be interesting.

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"Alright, send her up." I smirked and poured two glasses of champagne. I opened the door for her as soon as she knocked.

She stared at me blankly with her arms crossed. "Since when are rehearsals inside a hotel room?" I ignored her question. "Wass good Lil' Mama. You gone keep standing out there or you gone come in." I moved out the way so she could come inside. She stood in the same spot. "Come in and do what? I'm not fucking you." She began to walk away from me. Damn this girl is something else. "I didn't say anything about having sex man. Chill out. I just wanted to talk to you more. We've barely gotten to know each other." I followed behind her before she could make it back to the elevator.

"All you want to do is talk?" I nodded and pulled her inside the room. She sat on the bed and swung her feet. "So what did you want to talk about that couldn't wait until Tuesday." She's so beautiful when she tries to play the tough guy. I smiled at her and admired her beauty. I sat beside her and handed her a champagne class. "I just felt that we didn't get to really sit and talk today. I like to get to know my dancers. I feel like I know very little about you." She watched my every move waiting for me to continue. "And? Is that all?" She raised her eyebrow in disbelief. "Plus..I was kinda bored. So, it's a win-win." She chuckled and rolled her eyes.

"How many mollies did you put in this drink?" She swirled the cup around. "Only one. I didn't want to make you have a heart attack." She squinted at me. "I'm just fuckin' with you baby girl." I laughed loudly. Her face was priceless. "Whatever, switch cups with me." I switched cups with her and sat beside her on the bed.

"So, how old are you? You seem like you young as hell." My question made her scoff. "I'm 18. Fresh out of high school. And you have my young ass in your hotel room. I can't wait to tell my mom." My face dropped. She gotta be fucking with me.

"Your titties don't look 18 years old." She punched me in the shoulder and laughed. "I'm 22 you asshole." She shook her head. Thank God. "Yeah alright. I was getting ready to call CPS and say you ran away from home." She let out the cutest laugh. I love how her nose scrunches up when she laughs. She's a work of art man.

"How old are you? Since we're playing twenty one questions." I raised my eyebrow at her. "I'm sure you've already googled my age but I'm 26." I said arrogantly. She's so easy to fuck with. She turned her nose up at me and gave me all kinds of attitude. It's cool, I'm gone handle that attitude sooner or later. "I couldn't care less how old you are, babe. Humble yourself." I laughed at her. "You got a smart ass mouth. I'm gone have to fix that." Her eyes widened in disbelief. "I want to see you try." I grabbed her by her throat and pulled her closer to me. I pulled her face so close to mine that our lips nearly touched. I licked my lips and watched her squirm and cross her legs. She's so turned on, I can see her nipples hardening through her shirt. "You keep fucking sassing me and find out what I do to women that think they can get smart with me. I'll bend you over in front of the bathroom mirror and make you watch me fuck the shit out of you. " Her breathing got heavier and she closed her eyes. "Can you let me go now? Your breath is a little tarte." Way to ruin the fucking moment. Damn man.