I know that I'm your favorite thing
Well, this how you make me feel
Somethin' 'bout me makes you weak
I'm startin' to think
I'm the Best you've Ever had...
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I didn't leave the tour. But I have been steering clear of Chris for about a week now. I'd send my assistant to help with Chris's wardrobe while I helped the other dancers. I kept my distance and he respected that.
I like him a lot, hell I think I'm even falling in love with him, and I've never loved a nigga before. But I just know loving him can either go good or bad. Right now, shit ain't looking too good.
"Hey Dahlia, can I talk to you?" Chris asked as he walked backstage
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"We gotta get ready to go." I blandly stated
"Real quick. Please?" He asked with sympathetic eyes
I sighed and followed him to his dressing room "Wassup?" I asked as we walked in
"Close the door for me."
"Nah it can stay open." I folded my arms and leaned against the wall
He sucked his teeth and closed the door, slightly brushing against my arm. I got goosebumps from his touch. Damn I miss him so much.
"Thank you for coming back. In New York, I thought you quit." He spoke
I pursed my lips "I only came because I'm still under contract and the only way I can get out is if you fire me."
"That's really the only reason?" He towered over me
It was taking everything in me not to jump on him and show him how much I missed him right now.
I cleared my throat "Yup. Now if that's all you need..."
"Baby, wait." He caught my hand "I was wrong as hell for disrespecting you, it won't happen again. I swear."
