Chapter 18

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A/N : Okay he fine and all but this picture really pissed me the hell off.... Half of the reason why I did not want to finish writing any of these stories lol I know I'm petty but for real....... I'm a writer so I had too .....

Chris -

I was laying in the bed flipping through channels when I stopped on the TMZ channel. I saw Taraji with this nigga Kelvin Kayden who used to play for the Bears. I turned the volume up quickly as the picture flashed across the screen.

"You're favorite Actress Taraji P. Henson was spotted today at Mondrain South Beach Hotel walking very close to football star Kelvin Kayden. Just last year the beautiful actress married R& B singer Chris Brown and they currently have a one year old daughter named Royalty... Many fans are wondering where's Chris? Is there trouble in paradise? We have yet to receive any statements from Taraji, Kelvin or Chris...."

"What the fuck!" I yelled as I threw the lap on the bed post. I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed Taraji's number. "Hi you've reached Taraji I'm unavailable please leave a message after the beep love yah,"

I hung up, stepped into my Nike slide N's and left. "Yo Mike I need to get to Miami!" I yelled as I bursted into his room. "Dude I was kinda busy," he said pointing to the light skinned brunette laying next to him.

"Fuck that! Get me to Miami now!" I yelled. "Alright alright, come on," he said. I grabbed my bag and called my driver. He came in less than ten minutes. "Josh get me to the mother fucking airport and step on it! I'm bought to kill this bitch!" I yelled as slammed the door.

"Alright boss," he replied. I plugged in my headphones and Ludacris's move bitch began blasting in my ears. Josh pulled up in front of the airport and me and Mike began running through the airport entrance.

"I need a ticket to Miami and now!" I yelled as I hit the table. The clerk gave me my ticket and I ran to the air plane. I walked to the pilot. "Look step on that shit Its already about to be a homicide in Miami, I would start this fucking plane now if you don't want one on this bitch. He nodded and me and Mike got in our seats. I plugged my headphones back in and replayed Move Bitch. I was gone kill Taraji if it was the last thing I was gone do.

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