G Shit (A Chris Brown/Tyga Fan Fiction)

Chapter Nineteen

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  Aaliciyah's POV

  We were in VIP to turned up, I was having to much fun.  hadn't really been to a club since I met Chris and shit I was missing out. I was sipping on a glass of Rosè and just vibing. The guys were passing around a few blunts earlier and you already know I had to get me a few pulls in.

  I looked around as the crew talked and laughed and just vibed. Ty and Leena were all booed up and shit, it was cute though. His hand gravitated around her stomach, every since she told him she was pregnant. You would think that for a nigga with two baby mamas, pregnant at the same time, he would've ran away screaming but he handled it well. They were good for each other and mellowed each other out.

  Honey and Heather were being stupid as usual. Honey was talking about Mijo and Heather goofy ass just laughed. Trell and Wiz were passing a blunt back and forth. They were high as fuck. Their eyes were half closed, making them look like Asians. Kevin as was getting danced on by this half dressed bitch that was ugly as fuck. I mean the bitch was hurt. She didn't need a fucking band aid she needed a fucking full body cast.

I was pulled out of my thoughts because of Chris kissing on my neck. I smiled and turned to face him. My baby needed attention and I was happy to give it to him.

  "Can I help you sir?" I smiled pecking his lips.

"Yeah come dance with me ma." He said pulling me up. He pulled me up and I followed him out of VIP. We went into the crowd and began to do our own thing. I turned my back to him and began to grind and move my hips to the beat. He grabbed onto my hips and grind his dick into my ass. I twerked and threw my shit back and he caught it. He was a pretty good dancer.

  "You know you look sexy as fuck tonight, right?" He whispered into my ear making me smile.

  Yeah I knew I looked sexy. I wore a black bandeau with a black sheer long sleeve fitted shirt over the top, with a black mid thigh skirt, and black red bottoms. I wore my hair in its natural state, thick and curly. I had on red lip stick and light makeup that made it look natural. I felt sexy as shit and Chris just confirmed it.

  "Thanks baby but I know." I told him.

  "Don't get cocky now." he said biting my ear.

  I laughed and turned around and looked at him. Chris looked sexy as hell tonight too. He wore a red Black Pyramids tank, dark skinny jeans, and the 13's, with a red snap back turned backwards. It was simple but he made it look good. I stared up in his dark brown eyes and melted on the inside. I loved to look into his eyes and his face for that matter. I loved his light skin, and his goofy smile, his cheeks that were splattered with freckles. I loved the tattoos on his neck and behind his ear. I loved everything about him and had no idea why. Was it because he was the first guy that actually wanted my heart, mind, and soul rather than my body? Or because he know how to handle my hotheadedness, because he was the same way? Or the fact that he was rough but gentle with me? When he looked at me with those eyes, I felt as if he was looking at my soul.

  I smiled up at him and pulled his lips to mine. Tonight was going to be the night that I gave myself to him. I wanted Chris to have my mind, body, heart, and soul. I love this boy and no one was going to change that. I needed him with me, to make me whole. I couldn't see myself without him. I didn't want kids, but I would have them for him, however many he wanted I would give them to him. They would have my wild hair and his freckles. I could see me walking down the aisle and Chris waiting for me at the end of it to make me his. I was head over heels in love with this dude.

  I began to pull away but he took a hold of my bottom lip between his teeth and let it go with a pop.

  "What was that for?" He said pulling me closer to him.