The story of Jasmine and Chris Brown

The honeymoon part 4

“Wow!” I say after Chris finishes his story. I pull the ribbon of my robe tighter and flick through the pictures again. Smiling like a loon.

“Well, baby, if you come with my to the bedroom. I have something for you.” Chris says in his deep, seductive voice.

            I get up off my stool and look at Chris. He takes my hand and leads me back to the bedroom.

            As we go up the stairs and through various corridors neither of us say a word. Lots of thoughts cross my mind as to what he has for me, most of them sexual.

            We lay on the bed and my robe separates under the ribbon. Exposing my long, naked legs. I cross them and roll onto my side, facing Chris as he sits beside me.

            He opens the top drawer of his chest beside the bed and takes out a pair of boxes. Wrapped to absolute perfection. He first gives me the smaller, narrower box.

“Open it.” He encourages me.

            I do as I'm told and slowly unwrap the package. Inside is a box that jewellery stores usually used. I took off the lid and discovered a pair of black diamond, white-gold earrings.

“They're beautiful. Thank you Babes.” I say, admiring them. The way they caught the light and shimmered. I close the lid and brush my thumb against the leather of it. My smile glueing itself to my face.

“Wait, there's more.” He says through his grin. He leans forward and grabs the other box. Passing it to me I notice that the box is more square and thicker. My eyes reach out to the box, taking it all in.

            I unwrap it as carefully as the last one. I slip off the paper and a box exactly the same lay beneath. Opening it I gasp. A chain embedded with tiny little ambers and a tear-drop shaped, black diamond extends from it, it sits proudly in the box. A tear wells up in my eye. I'm glad that the cut of the diamond didn't show reflections because I know the sight of myself crying isn't a nice one.

“Here, let me help you.” He says, taking the chain from its box and fastening it around my neck. I look down and see the stones as they sparkle gloriously in the dim light of our bedroom. One of the disposable phones bleeped.

“Who's that?” I ask as he checks it.

“It's Ross, turns out these gangster types are having a posh dinner and they now expect you to be Ross' date.” He says, his face looking a bit disappointed and glum.

“What's up? You wanted me to go.” I ask him.

“I know, it's just that we've only been married a few days and you have to pretend to be someone else's date.” He says sadly.

“Hey, don't worry, baby. Nothing about Ross attracts me.” I reply matter-of-factly. Chris smiles and looks at his vintage  Rolex, bought by me for his last birthday, he shakes his head.

“We have 4 hours until you get picked up at the club.” He says, a devilish grin on his face as he lunges for me.

            We roll around, Chris kisses my neck and starts to pull off my robe. I begin to unbuckle his belt with my eyes still closed. He presses his chest against mine and the robe is gone. I run a hand down his back, glad he hadn't thought to put on a shirt earlier this morning.

After a few hours I decide to get in the shower, Chris tries to join me but I know that if I let him in we wouldn't get out for a while.

After showering I put on a red dress as I finally got sick of wearing black ones. I match it with my new jewellery and a pair of small, black heels. I do simple make-up so Chris doesn't think that I'm trying to impress anyone. I put on lipstick that matches the dress almost perfectly, but not a tacky similarity. I grab a black clutch-bag and we go out the door.