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Chris Brown London, England 8:30 PM
Nadia barely danced or talked all night.
No, I'm not stalking shorty. Babygirl actually invited me last minute like literally yesterday morning through Instagram DM but she still invited me. Something about how she wanted me to be there since I helped her in the first place with everything.
So Keeis, Hoody, Lo and I definitely hopped our asses on the jet quick as fuck and came to London.
We ain't pull in until about five AM this morning but I wasn't tripping because I barely slept as is. I was just happy to be here supporting her shit.
"Your girl look sad. What's up with her?" Hoody questioned and I shrugged standing up.
"I don't know. I expected her to be excited but she ain't really fucking with the vibes tonight. I'mma go check on her though," I told him picking up my cup and walking towards her. She was sitting on a velvet couch alone and nodding her head lightly to the music. Her eyes met mine as I walked over and took the seat across from him.
"You good?" I asked and she just shrugged and took a sip of whatever was in her cup. "What's up? It's your party. You just opened in London, why you not turning up, love?"
"I'm not feeling it. I haven't been feeling it for the past week now."
"What's going on, Nadia? Your whole family out here and your friends, I'm here... where your boy at?" I questioned not actually giving a shit. That nigga could be in a dead in a ditch somewhere right now and I wouldn't even give a lick of a fuck.
"I ghosted him," She shrugged and my eyes damn near popped out of my head. I scooted closer because a nigga like me is nosy and I love drama when I'm not in it.
"Word?!"
"Mhm...we was supposed to go out one night before he left and instead of staying home, I went to Destiny's which thank god he ain't know where while he just rang my doorbell for fifteen minutes."
"Damn, but what happened? He wasn't throwing it down? He look like a one second man if we being real-"
"No, not that. His history just bad, he gets too possessive over a girl and likes to put his hands on them and his dad is his cover up."
Not Destiny was right. The world must be ending.
"Shit...how you find this out? He ain't put his hands on you or nothin', right? Because I can call up some niggas and can have him being laid six feet deep as we speak. I don't play about that nor do I play about you and I put that on my daughter." I told her waiting for an answer until she turned her head to look at me and rested her hand on top of my right one.
"Relax, Superman. No, he didn't...he didn't touch me,"
"Good. I knew something was off with his ass. That nigga not even a starter player for his team and be on the bench most games, that should've been a red flag for you right there." I joked and she chuckled her head.
