Gotta Get Up
I met her two days ago and had her three times already. I don't want this shit to go any farther out of Vegas. I hope she knows that.
"Alright come on I had to be there 15 minutes ago." I said rushing to grab my sweats and a shirt. I pulled my shoes on while she's waiting on the bed, "Chris?" I tied them quickly "what?"
"Promise to call me?" I looked at her and she looked to me with hopeful eyes.
"I'll see." No. "You always say that..." She frowned. "I'm busy. I'm going to be in LA and you're here...its just too much." Fuck am I giving her an explanation for? "You had me for your time and nothing after that. I thought you knew that?" She stood up from the bed fast.
"No? What the fuck? If I knew it was like that I wouldn't have came!" She yelled. "Yes you would have" I couldn't help but laugh, the only time I hit her up for the past few days were to get some, she fucking knew.
"You're such a dick head fuck you!" She stormed out the room and slammed the door. Shit she probably right I joked to myself.
I threw my hoodie over my head and grabbed my one carry on bag. I only stayed here for 3 days.
I drove up to the airport to get to my private flight. "Mr. Brown, great to see you, your plane is ready to take off, gate 7, to LA of course." The older man smiled to me. "Thank you sir have a good day."
I laid my head back on the seat. I'm kind of surprise Karrueche wanted more from me. But am I really? Nah. I laughed. I'm really just trying to protect myself. Cause shit if I really wanted, she would've been right next to me on this plane.
Losing concentration from a three night stand, I got a text.
August
me & Trey at da hotelMe:
Aw y'all havin fun?August:
shut yo dumbass up where u @Me:
omw prob half hour leftAugust:
late late late smhI locked my phone and set it down. 20 minutes later it was announced to be landing now. Finally.
I got into my car that was already waiting for me and headed towards the hotel. Even though I lived here, my house was an hour away from the events we had planned this week.
I couldn't stop thinking about what happened though. I felt almost bad. Even though this been my game for a year or more. Plus this shit happens every time.
Me:
Listen I'm sorry for disrespecting you earlier I feel real bad maNew message from: karruche 🍑
I deleted the message before I could read it, then blocked her. I'm not falling for that slick "make it up to me" shit she'd probably say. I just didn't want to be the bad guy today.
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FanfictionChristopher Maurice Brown, 26. Going from situation to situation trying to make relationships work, Chris finds himself giving up on it. Being so young, he's just carefree and wants to have fun. No strings for anyone to pull on. He stays a night th...