Fifty Shades of Fucked Up | A Chris Brown Story

Chapter 4: Scared.

**Beautiful in the m/m.**

Nihzoni

The Following Day

Stretching my body managing to further tangle myself into the soft comforter, I let out a low growl before rubbing my eyes with my fist. Once I managed to sit up the smell of food hit my nose making my mouth water. I cautiously walked into the living room area that's right off the bedroom, to see Caine in the kitchen with another girl, talking quietly amongst themselves.

Luckily the fake tree besides the entertainment center hid me enough that I could slide back into the bedroom. I should've known he had a girlfriend or something. I mean look at him, but that's none of my business. I felt a mixture of emotions brewing not really sure to place them. I just know I don't know who she is, and I don't like her so close to Caine. Collecting myself I got up again and walked back into the living room this time catching their attention.

"Good afternoon. Did you sleep good?" Caine gave a toothy grin. "Hi, and I did. Thank you, how'd you sleep?" I hummed and he said that he slept good too.

"Oh, Nihzoni this is Beautiful aka Bee. Beautiful this is Nihzoni." He introduced. Her name fits her she is beautiful. She has smooth golden honey glowing skin. Full lips, a button like nose, and pretty chocolate eyes.

Talk about a stab to my self esteem.

"It's nice to finally meet you!" She gushed.

"Likewise." I gave a polite smile. He told me about her before he didn't clarify his relationship with her as far as I know they're best friends; which could be another term for girlfriend or boyfriend. "C talks about you a lot." She cheesed with a cute laugh; he turned to her and rolled his eyes with the shut the fuck up look.

"All good things I hope." I giggled not sure if I wanted to sit at the small table or not. "Have a seat. You hungry?" Caine motioned to the available chair next to him; before I could speak my stomach growled loudly in the most embarrassing way possible.

Palming my face with an embarrassed giggle I hid my face as he got up to make me something. "You sure? I can do it." I offered and he fanned me off.

"This nigga making people food?! Hell has frozen over! Where is my friend? I kinda miss the mean motherfucka!" Beautiful faked sobbed dropping her head on the table. I tucked my lips inward biting back a laugh.

"Shut the entire hell up Abu." He flicked water on her and she jumped back.

"Boy I'll slit your throat. I just got my leave out on fleek don't play with me. Stop calling me that too." She glared as he doubled over in laughter. Joining in on the light laughter I thought about my hair I know it's looking a hot ass mess; making me a bit uncomfortable sitting here.

He sat a plate of pancakes, eggs, sausage and bacon in front of me with a glass of orange juice. "You can cook?" I looked up him, following as he resumed his seat.

"I–." Beautiful interrupted him.

"Hell nah his ass can't cook. He burns water." She cackled slapping her knee. "You know you can go home now." He grumbled through his teeth. "Nigga I'm not going anywhere. You called me over for a reason," she rolled her eyes back at him.

Why is she here?

"Light bright here figured we were about the same size. I brought over some clothes I don't wear, but by the way you're filling out his shorts he was wrong. Girl you got all kinds of ass! I see why he's attracted you!" She giggled holding her hand up for high five. I reluctantly slapped hands with her because I wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not.