Taming Christopher Brown

Chapter Four

Chris and I barely talked in the car. I just stared out the window while music played in the background. The restaurant Chris chose was the nicest restaurant I've been to in a while. Because of who he was, servers seated us quickly and stood by while we order our drinks.

"I'll have an ice tea please." I ordered.

"I'll have a beer." Chris ordered

"Right away Mr. Brown." The waiter bowed his head before disappearing. I swear he was back ten seconds later.

"Must be nice," I commented once the waiter left.

"What?"

"Having people wait on you hand and foot." I said.

"It's gets boring." Chris admitted.

"But you seem to drink it up."

"What, do you want me to apologize for being famous?" Chris asked, getting irritated.

"No. But you could be a little more humble. You know, insisting that you wait to get a seat just like everyone else."

"And you think they'd listen to me?"

"No. But it would cute to see that you at least acted like you were normal." I replied.

"Do you hate me or something?"

I laughed. "Of course not. I don't know you to hate you. You're one of my favorite artist." I admitted.

"You sure don't act like it." Chris said.

"And how did you want me to act?"

"I don't know... You see how the fans act."

"Alright." I cleared my throat. "Oh my gosh! Chris I love you! Please father my children... Better?"

Chris laughed. "I knew you wanted this D."

I rolled my eyes. "Never."

"Are you sure? It's big."

Don't think about! Don't think about it! Don't think- grr! I thought about it. I could only imagine how big is. It's been a while since I'd been with a guy and the thought of being with Chris... well what girl wouldn't squirm around in their panty? I squeezed my thighs together and pushed the picture of Chris's... friend out my mind.

"Are you trying to make me regret coming here with you?" I replied.

"No. I got plenty of time to wear you down."

"How long are you here for anyways? Don't you have a tour to go or something?"

"Actually no. I'm just working on my album."

"Cool." I answered, shrugging.

"So what is that you do?" He asked me.

"I'm a college student." I answered. "I'm in my last year of school to become a teacher and I work as a cashier at a boutique near the bus stop."

"You want to be a teacher? What grade?"

"Ninth."

"If I had a teacher as hot as you I wouldn't have acted out so much in high school." Chris said.

"I could just picture you as a freshman back then," I giggled. "Big t-shirts, saggy jeans, and snapbacks."

"Are you making fun of how I dressed when I was first signed?" He chuckled.

"Maybe." I giggled. "Don't worry, I thought you were cute."

"How do you think I look now?"

His hair was back to it's natural dark brown-almost black color, his skin was sandy brown and unblemished. His face would make an artist cry because they wouldn't be able to capture his beautiful face and equally beautiful brown orbs. He was smiling at me, waiting for my answer and I thought I've never seen anything so beautiful.

He was beautiful.

"You aight." I answered.

"Just aight?" He repeated, not believing me.

"I guess you could get a girl if you wanted to... if she was desperate." I joked.

"You're funny." He told me.

"I know." I smiled cutely.

"So how is that we never met before?" Chris asked once our meals arrived.

"I don't make it my job to know your every move."

"Well now that I know where you live, you know I'll be stalking you right?" I could tell he was joking.

"Go ahead." I laughed.

The rest of the lunch was fun. Chris had me laughing and smiling to hard with all his flirting. As much fun as I was having, I know he was trying to get into my jeans and it wasn't happening.

Even though I could tell he was surprised that I wasn't thirsty for him, he seemed to like talking to me; initating conversation more than I did. He had a whole different persona than he did when he was on stage than he did when he was sitting across from me at this table. I liked this Chris Brown better. He paid for lunch and I smiled gratefully at him.

"Thanks for lunch." I told him as we walked out before we were blinded by camera flashes.

"Aye yo, back up!" Chris yelled at the paparazzi before shielding me away from the dozens of camera views.

"Chris who is this?"

"Is she your girlfriend?"

"Have you beat her yet?"

"How do you like being chris brown's third girlfriend?"

"Do you and Rihanna have threesomes?"

There questions were sick and so mean. I couldn't handle people yelling at me like that all the time and saying mean things to me.

"Fuck you guys." Chris spatted, angry.

I could sense Chris building anger so before I could stop myself, I grabbed his hand and threaded my fingers through his. He looked at me surprised and I gave his fingers a gentle squeeze before I allowed him to drag me back to his car. He opened the door for me and I climbed inside quickly, leaving him defenseless for a few seconds as he rounded the car to get to the drivers side. I was thankful that the windows were tinted so that we could see the paparazzi but they couldn't see us.

"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.

"I don't pay attention to their annoying asses." He replied.

He was still angry. I knew they bothered him.

"Let's just get out of here." I whispered.

His brown eyes stared at me for a moment before he started the ignition. He had to beep at the paparazzi and acted like he was going to run them over before they finally gave us a path and Chris drove through it.

"I couldn't do that all the time." I confessed once we were safely on the road, away from paparazzi.

"You get used to it." Chris shrugged.

The rest of the ride to my house was silent. He was still upset about the paparazzi. Why though? He just said it himself that he was used to it. But regardless I kept my mouth shut and didn't bring it up. I looked out my window to see that we had pulled up to my apartment.

"Thank you for everything Christopher." I said, unbuckling my seatbelt.

"Christopher? So we're back to that?" He chuckled.

"Yup. You're always going to be Christopher." I grinned.

"You want to do something together?"

"Are you asking me out?"

"I must be doing it right if you gotta ask." Chris replied. "So what do you say?"
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