My Slime

04.Distance Brings Closure

"Finally get to see my girl," Chris smiled, watching Gigi walk through the door of his personal studio.

He had sent Reggie to bring her over.

"Yeah, about time," Gigi said with a slight edge to her voice. "Five days might as well be five weeks the way you been MIA."

Chris raised an eyebrow, already sensing her attitude. "C'mon now, don't start with that. You know how my schedule been."

Gigi crossed her arms, still standing in the doorway. "Yeah, yeah. Busy, I get it."

Chris sighed and stood up, walking over to her. "Man, don't be like that. You know I've been lookin' forward to this," he said, pulling her into a hug, but he could feel the tension in her body. "You actin' real stank right now."

She pulled back slightly, giving him a look. "Chris, I ain't actin' stank, I'm just sayin'. I'm in LA now, and only seen you once since being here."

It had been eight days since her arrival to LA, six days since her welcome dinner and five days since she'd last seen Chris. She knew he was a celebrity and had things to do but damn! Once in eight days was crazy to her. Especially when Jay was at their condo almost every day.

He shook his head, his frustration bubbling up. "You know I'm tryna make time, but the way you talkin', it's like you don't believe me."

Gigi sighed, dropping the attitude just a little bit. She didn't want to fight, but she needed to be honest about how she was feeling. "I know you busy, but I'm out here too, and it ain't like I got it all figured out yet. I'm tryna get situated... I don't know, I just feel stranded already."

Chris's face softened a little. "I know, baby. I'm gonna help you out. You said y'all still need furniture, right?"

She paused, remembering Kash's words about not being afraid to ask for what she needed. "Yeah... I was just gonna handle it myself, though."

"Nah, I got you," Chris insisted, his tone firm. "I'm gonna get somebody on it—get you an interior designer and all that. Ain't no reason for y'all to be stressin' about no furniture when I can fix that."

Gigi raised an eyebrow, surprised by how quickly he was ready to step up. "Interior designer? Chris, we just need a couch and a bed."

"This LA, G," he reminded her, a small smirk on his lips. "You gotta step it up. Ima get you right."

Gigi bit her lip, letting herself relax a little. "Okay, but don't go overboard. Just something simple."

Chris grinned and pulled her closer. "I said ima get you right."

His hands slid down to her hips, and he couldn't help but take in the way she looked in her fitted jeans and tight tank top. "You ever been fucked in the studio by a rich nigga?" he teased, his voice dropping low.

Gigi laughed, rolling her eyes. "You wild. You know I ain't."

Chris gave her a playful smack on the ass. "Well, tonight's the night."

Before she could respond, he grabbed her waist, pulling her onto his lap in the studio chair. Gigi smiled, feeling the familiar heat building between them. She leaned in, brushing her lips against his ear. "You missed me that much?"

"More than you know," Chris murmured, his hands already sliding up her shirt. "Take this off."

Gigi obeyed, lifting her shirt over her head. Chris wasted no time, pulling her closer and burying his face in her chest, kissing her skin as his hands roamed her body. His touch was hungry, and Gigi couldn't help but get lost in it.