Heart Break (A Chris Brown Fan Fiction.)

Two.

Samya

I watched as he slept next to me. His mouth slightly opened as faint snores emerged from it. I noticed all 32 of his freckles as they danced across his face in the morning sun. His honey colored skin glowing. He was my rock. The man of my dreams. Me and Chris have been together for 2 ½ years. I till remember the day I first met him.

"Come on, Samya. You have to come to this party."

I sighed and fixed my short black Chanel dress I picked out this morning. I was trying to back out of this party. But my best friend Honey wouldn't let me.

"Please don't back out now. You promised."

"Okay, i'm going. Pass me my shoes."

She smiled and passed my red bottoms. Me and Honey have been friends since high school. Nobody could keep us apart. We were sisters.

We made our way to her car as we sped off to the club in which the party was being held.

***

The sound of today's hip hop basted throughout the club. Everyone was in here today and turnt as usual. Any other night this club would be heat, but I'm just not feeling tonight.You see, I just broke up with my boyfriend Troy. So I wasn't in the mood for partying.

"Im going to dance. You coming with?"

I shook my head."Nah I'm gonna go get something to drink"

Honey looked at me and sighed before hugging me."Promise you wont hide out at the bar all night?"

I nodded and made my way to the bar.I ordered my drink and sat watching the crowd. It was filled with single people, Married people looking to fuck, Teens that snuck in with a fake ID, The usual. I sat there sipping on my drink until my eyes landed on him. He was in VIP. He was dressed in dark washed jeans, Baby blue V-neck, black snapback, and some baby blue vans. His ears rocked the biggest diamonds I ever seen but the thing the got me was that big beautiful smile filled with pearly whites. I looked at the tattoos the danced down his arms as if the were alive. I could even spot some along his chest peaking from his V-neck. I couldn't help but smile when he took off his snapback showing off a head full of black beautiful curls that I would love to run my fingers through. He was beautiful. I guess he felt somebody staring at him, because his eyes soon met with mines. I blushed and turned the other way. I glanced in the crowd looking for Honey. She was dancing on this cute light skin dude with countless tattoos.

"Excuse me." I turned and came face to face with the beautiful male I was looking at and let a small smile play on my lips. "I noticed you while I was in VIP and I wanted to come down and speak. So hello beautiful." He said while offering that exquisite smile.

I just blushed like a little school girl. Here he is calling me beautiful when he's the one that's so damn divine. With his juicy lips and those freckles. His voice alone was enough to get me to drop my underwear.

"So you came all the way down here to speak to little me?" I asked while I sipping my drink through the straw. He chuckled.

"That and I was hoping to get a dance"

I smiled as he took my hand and pulled me up from my seat. We walked to the dance floor and he pulled me closer as we swayed to the music.

"What made you think I wanted to dance with you"

"You didn't pull away. Now did you?" He was breathing down my neck as he moved his hands to my lower back. I was getting so turned on by him. When Beyonce 'Dance For You' came on I turned around as so my backside was facing him, and started rolling my hips to the beat. I bit my lip as he gripped my hips winding at the same rhythm as me. I closed my eyes as I imagined him in the bedroom working me in slow motion. My hands were now around his neck, my backside still facing him as I grinding a little harder feeling him rise. I smirk. I was working with something. The song went off and I turned to face him.

"

You got moves, huh?" He said while wrapping his arms around me pulling me to him. I giggled and lead him back to the bar.

"Chris.That's my name."

"Samya."

That whole night we were talking and getting to know each other. I didn't even know he owned the club.

"

So that was supposed to impress me"

He just chuckled and licked his lips."I was hoping it'll give me some extra points."

That whole night was one of the best nights I ever had. After that I started talking more to Chris. We went out on dates and doubled dates with Honey and Chris friend Michael who she was dancing with at the club that night.

We were going out on dates for 2 months before he asked me to be his girl. Our relationship wasn't all cotton candy and gummy bears. We had fights and when I say fights I mean Fights.

"I don't give a fuck Samya. Why the fuck was you dancing with the nigga?!" He yelled in my face while pushing me to the wall. My back hitting it hard. I didn't care I was mad.

"I was dancing with him because your stupid ass wasn't there!"

"That's your excuse? You out at my damn club acting like a hoe!"

"A hoe? Nigga I was just dancing!"

Chris was close to my face. He grabbed my face tightly and glared at me.

"Don't fucking play me Mya. I'll kill yo ass." he said through his teeth. I punched him in the chest and he grabbed me throwing me across the room. I got up running towards him, hitting him in the face as he pushed me off him. I wanted to hurt him just like he did me when he let that hoe give him head in the bathroom of his club. That was the only reason I danced with that man. Chris slapped me but I came back with a punch in the face. Chris face was red and his jaw was clenched as he picked me up throwing me on the bed tearing my clothes off.

"You wanna fucking hit me?"

"Get the fuck off me!" I screamed while slapping him. He just held both of my arms in one hand while moving my underwear to the side plunging two fingers in causing a moan to escape my lips.

"Let me go,Chris. I'm not fucking you." He didn't listen. He started biting my neck hard as he entered his dick in me. "Fuck" I moaned a little relaxing as he stoked me long and hard.

"Nah you wanna hit a nigga. I'm bout to tear this shit up."

He let my hands go when he saw I was enjoying what was happening. His hands where in my head as he gripped it tightly while biting my neck breaking skin. My nails dug in his back as my legs wrapped tightly around him. He was beating it up. The more I moaned the harder he went. The deeper I scratched the harder he bit.

I sighed as I ran my finger across his lips, kissing them slowly as he slept.