SNAPPED

Prologue.

The sound of loud, obnoxious snores mixed in with the annoying sound of his alarm woke Chris from a deep sleep.

He gently removed the petite arm from around his waist and sat up, his eyes adjusting to the sunlight beaming from his bedroom window. He snatched his iPhone from the nightstand, quickly turning the alarm off before he got a headache.

Chris rubbed his blurry eyes before they finally focused on his phone screen. He scrolled through his many notifications, skimming through text messages.

Big Booty Brittany: Are you ever gonna text me back or...?

Makayla with the fake titties: I miss you 🙄

Fishy 😷: CALL ME BACK CHRISTOPHER 😒

He made a mental note to block the few women that were blowing his phone up. He really needed to stop giving his number to every female he sleeps with. Sighing, he flipped over and softly shook the stranger besides him.

He stared intently at her for a second. She was beautiful. Soft, mocha skin, big brown eyes and wild curls that had been sticking to Chris's bare chest all night. She was so beautiful, he thought about maybe calling her over again.

Then, a loud, nasty snore erupted from her.

"Oh hell nah." He shook his head, that thought flying right out the window. Grasping her shoulder, he shook it gently."Aye, excuse me um-" Chris struggled to remember her name."Wake up."

Natalie groaned lightly, the hangover effect. Chris had already set aside an aspirin and bottle of water for her, since he was aware of how hard she partied with him the night before.

"I'm up, I'm up." She pulled her body forward and pushed her back against the headboard with a yawn.

"It's about that time baby girl." He politely pulled her red lace thong from underneath the comforter, along with her matching bra, and handed them to her."There's an aspirin for you on the counter."

"Thanks Chris." She smiled and stood to her feet, his eyes roaming her naked body. Now she had something to gloat to her friends about. Fucking Chris Brown was an accomplishment for her.

He nodded and stretched in his King sized bed. Placing both hands behind his head, he leaned back against the plush pillow.

He figured he could get five more minutes of sleep before he had to head to a meeting.

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Once Chris's Gucci loafers were planted on the cement, fans waiting outside went ballistic. He stepped out of the black, tinted limousine with a genuine smile. He waved at everyone, wishing he could stop and take pictures but he didn't have time.

Chris, his body guard, and friends Mijo and Jamal entered the cooperate building. His best friends cackled, as the sight of him dressed to a T was comical to them. They snapped pictures of him in his button up and dress pants, posting them on Snapchat.

"That boy all about his business." Mijo spoke with a goofy smile. He stood straight up, his face serious, and acted as if he was carrying a briefcase.