Rihanna has approached the pinnacle of her career. While success brings the "glit and glammer", it also attracts negative energy. When the Bajan Bad Gal encounters a crazy fan, she is forced to increase her security team. Then comes Y/n Branston.
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"I hate I can't be wit ya on New Years, Rob but imma get back out thea' when we wrap this shit on up." She smiled while I spoke with her on FaceTime the morning of the funeral.
"Take your time, baby. But when you're ready, I'm sending the plane to snatch your fat ass up." Lowkey, I was offended and definitely because she didn't have to say all that.
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"Fat?!?! FAT?!?! I ain't neva been fat a day in my muhfuckin life. You must be fuckin another nigga?" She laughed hysterically as I stood there with a blank expression. Aight, she laughing too damn hard.
"And if I was?" I looked elsewhere before staring back at her through the screen. We then competed in a staring contest for an uncountable number of minutes.
Eventually, we busted out laughing while I put together the suit I was wearing today. "You get on my damn nerves." She chuckled before getting serious. I eventually calmed down before the subject of our conversation shifted to another topic.
"Can you fix the camera?" I furrowed my eyebrows confused by my question. "Don't look at me like that, I just wanted to see the suit you're wearing today." I smirked before taking my shirt off.
"You just wanna see me naked and shit." She flipped me off before responding.
"Actually, not right now. But you know I gotta make sure you don't step out here and look a damn fool." I smacked my teeth before assembling the outfit.
I heard her hum throughout the process, and I hoped it was a symbol of approval. Not because she run anything over here, but I don't have time to hear her fucking mouth.
Minutes passed before I eventually tied my tie while looking in the mirror. I decided that for the occasion, I would wear an all-black suit that consisted of a black tie and button-down shirt and finished with a matching suit jacket and slacks. I snapped my neck slightly at hearing the sound of a camera flickering before looking back at her. I rolled my eyes as she attempted to look innocent.
"So, you snappin pics and shit?" She turned her lip without saying a word. "You gon get a spankin when I see you." She laughed once more before as I kept looking at her. I took this opportunity to admire her features that made me simp for her, real bad. For someone who was an asshole to others, I could easily fold with her. It's scary yet addictive. I then looked at the time as we continued to talk about everything.
"Aye, it's about that time so imma head out. But imma call ya when I get back situated, aight?" She nodded in understanding before blowing me a kiss. Before I could hang up, she prevented me from doing so. "What you want?" She hummed before answering.
"Blow me a kiss too, the fuck." I smacked my teeth, but she looked serious. I looked around doing the same action but got annoyed when I heard the same sound of a camera flicker, letting me know she had taken a screenshot. She smiled big before ending the call.
