Sober (Chris Brown Story)

Nine

Danica

"Dani?" Chris said in disbelief as he moved to the side to let me in. I walked in and looked around his rather dark apartment, not really speaking to him. It looked the same as last time and even smelled the same. Being here made me feel at peace, and faraway from the world. I sighed smiling to myself. "Danica, did you hear me?"
And just like that my smile disappeared. 

I turned around to face him and automatically my face became sour remember our last encounter. He took in my change of mood and raised an eyebrow, “is something wrong?” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as I stared at him blankly. Was he really asking what was wrong? He was wrong! Everything about him was wrong! I sucked my teeth, “you should know Chris. Does fuck me Chris ring a bell?” My imitation of the mystery girl’s voice was on point and I mentally patted myself on the back for impersonating her so well. Chris sighed running his hand down his face. When he focused back on me the look on his face said it all, he was sorry, but sorry wasn’t good enough. I folded my arms across my chest awaiting a verbal answer. He chewed at his cheek then walked towards me, “baby girl you know I didn’t-“ 

I sucked my teeth, “Don’t call me that.” He frowned and took a couple more steps towards me, but I backed up. When he reached out for me I leaned out of his grip. I didn’t want him touching me after touching her. “Dani I didn’t mean to hurt you, I really didn’t.” My face twisted up in disbelief. Did he really have the audacity to say that? “Chris you didn’t hurt me, you disrespected me, hell you even disappointed me!” I snapped. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to come over here because staying at the Cheesecake Factory was suddenly looking better and better by the minute. Chris stared at me with confusion in his eyes, “How did I disappoint you?” A sigh of frustration left my lips. If this wasn’t obvious to him!

"I thought you might be different, but turns out, your just like every other man walking this earth. Always looking to see what’s on the other side of the fence!" I yelled coming closer to his face. My face felt hot and I think liquid courage was settling in. I felt empowered, stronger even. "I’ve done nothing but show you some respect and you couldn’t even do that for me?!" I somehow ended up putting my hand in his face and he immediately grabbed it staring at me like I had ten heads. He chuckled which only made me raise my eyebrow furiously. 

"Dani I’m not your boyfriend, this little tantrum thing you got going on, I’m over it. You can’t get mad at me for messing around with another girl. Remember? You wanted everything physical." He said stepping closer to me, he seemed so calm about it and that fueled my anger even more. I backed up again, but the back of the couch met my backside and Chris quickly took this chance to lock me in. He placed both of his hands on either side of the couch and stared down at me. Even in my heels he still managed to tower over me. "See your confused, you can’t separate physical and mental. That’s bad baby girl." His face was so close to me that his breath hit my lips. I couldn’t look him in the eye so instead I stared at his lips. His plump, soft, pink lips. Damn him, how did he turn this moment around so quick? I have got to hold my ground. "I can’t stand you." I whisper loud enough for only his ears like someone else might hear me. He licked his lips and smirked.

"You can’t stand me, but I don’t see you leaving." He chuckled. His voice was low and sultry, intoxicating even. Chris and liquor make a good mix; I could already feel the sea of lust taking over. I bit my lip as he looked down at me and his eyes scanned over my body. "You look nice." He leaned into my neck and bit lightly. I sucked in a deep breath. "Chris no, I’m still mad at you." I breathed. He licked along my collar bone and traced up to my jaw. His hands ran down my hips to the hem of my dress as he hiked it up. "I’m mad at you too, but I bet you’ll be saying sorry before I do." 

His words jumped around in my head. He was mad at me? What did I do? What was he going to do? Why is it so hot? “W-what did I do?” I watched as his fingers ran up my dress and hit a sensitive spot. He twisted his fingers around while still pumping into me. Moans rolled off my tongue along with a few whimpers. “You cut me off from my stuff.” He said as he thrust harder into me. My legs went weak for a minute. I bit my lip trying to hide my screams. I was trembling and he had hardly started. He sucked and nibbled on my neck before trailing up to my ear and whispering, “Say you’re sorry.” His fingers pumped in and out of me twisting and turning them. I bit down on my lip hard refusing to give in. He spread his fingers and my back automatically arched causing my chest to push up against him. “No.” I ran my hands under his sweat shirt only being able to scratch his chest for a second before his free hand grabbed both of mine and held them behind my back. The flicker in his eye gave way to something dangerous, it only made me wonder what would happen if I didn’t say sorry.