Feel Something (COMPLETED)

12. Spennanight Secrets

Gigi had never lied to Shanae before, and the guilt was eating her alive as she packed her bag. She tried to keep her face neutral, but inside, she felt like she was drowning in her own secret. She told Shanae she was going to Marcus's place for the weekend, saying he'd asked for one last chance to prove himself. It was the perfect excuse—one that Shanae wouldn't question too hard. But it was the furthest thing from the truth!

She wouldn't be caught dead at Marcus's house. She was going all the way to to the other side of the United States... And the reason had nothing to do with trying to work things out with him either but the thought of telling Shanae about her thing with Chris—her thing with theeee Chris Brown—was just impossible. Especially knowing how much Shanae was fanned out over him. Shanae had been saying her and Chris Brown were getting married ever since they were little girls.

As Gigi zipped her bag up, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. What are you doing? she thought to herself. But deep down, she knew exactly what she was doing—she was diving headfirst into something that seemed like a fantasy. And the lies? They were just a necessary part of that dive, at least for now.

Stepping outside of LAX, Gigi spotted the familiar face of the security guard who had driven her, Shanae, and Rico around just a couple of weeks before, leaning against one of the usual black SUVs. As soon as their eyes met, he gave her a nod, a slight grin spreading across his face.

"Gigiiiiii," he called, straightening up. "Back again huh? Good to see you."

She smiled back, carrying her small "spennanight" bag over her shoulder—all that was inside was a few sundresses, two pairs of flip-flops, and her toiletries. If she had walked out of her apartment with her rolling suitcase, Shanae would've asked too many questions. She had no choice but to pack light and smart.

"Hey, good to see you too."

The security guard opened the back door of the SUV, giving her a knowing look. "How you been?"

"Can't complain," Gigi replied, sliding into the leather seats, her heart racing even though she tried to keep her cool.

As the car glided smoothly through the LA streets, Gigi took in the city, but her mind was on what was waiting for her. When they pulled up to a different house from the last time she had been there, her curiosity piqued. This house was something else—beautiful and even bigger, with an artistic flair that screamed Chris. Unique architecture, bold colors, creative art pieces—it was like walking into his personality in a milder form.

Chris greeted her at the door, shirtless in nothing but basketball shorts. That signature smile of his instantly putting her at ease. "None of that nervous shit," he said, pulling her into a warm hug. "You with me now."

Gigi couldn't help but laugh, though nerves still fluttered in her chest. "Okay, okay, I'll try to chill."

"Good," Chris said, flashing that grin of his. "Want a drink? Anything? Or... you want drugs? I can get you whatever you need."

Gigi wrinkled her nose, her expression half-amused, half-disgusted. "Drugs? Nah, that ain't me. And weed makes me paranoid."

Chris chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender as she followed him into a kitchen that was damn near the size of her whole apartment. "Aye, I'm just tryna be a good host. You never know whose on what. I don't judge either way."

"Well..." Gigi started, hesitating for a second. She really did need something to calm her nerves, but she didn't want to get sloppy. She wanted to keep it classy—just enough to take the edge off. "If you have a sweet red wine, I'll take a glass of that." She flashed him a shy smile.