The Coldest Views || Rihanna & Drake

08. Crash & Burn

March 2012
Los Angeles, CA
10:45 PM

Drake:

"Hello...?" I waved my hand in front of her face for the second time tonight. It was like she wasn't even here right now.

She smiled looking up from her phone, it quickly faded as her eyes connected with mine. "Sorry baby, Mel text me. What were you saying?" She asked.

I shook my head huffing hot air through my nose out of frustration. The last couple months had been exactly like this.

Her face in her phone whenever we were together, which wasn't that often. And even when she wasn't preoccupied with her phone she was still completely unavailable and checked out.

It was starting to feel like she was doing something behind my back and word on the street was she was doing your boy dirty.

I reached over grabbing her phone out of her hands, and she quickly struggled to reach for it back.

"Aubrey, that's not funny. Gimme' my shit." She reached over the dinner table as if her life depended on it and I pulled her phone back.

I held my hand out brushing her away as I stuffed the device in my pocket.

"I rented this entire place out tonight Robyn, least you could do is have an actual conversation with your man. I haven't seen you in three weeks. I was hoping we could actually have alone time. But you're really killing the vibe."

She pursed her lips together tightly. "Shit...I know baby." She stood up from her seat walking around to my side of the table, falling into my lap. "I'm sorry. Forgive me?" She pressed a soft kiss to my earlobe and then my neck.

Her claw-like nails gently combed through my curls as her kisses moved to my lips.

"Say you forgive me..." Robyn muttered in her husky tone against my lips. This girl always made me feel so small. I wanted to be pissed, do her the way she did me but I couldn't. With the snap of her fingers, she had me in the palm of her hand.

"Yeah, I do...I guess." I said nonchalantly. "Ima run to the bathroom real quick." I patted her leg and lifted her off my lap.

I just needed a breather. A moment to myself. Right now my thoughts were too loud.

But even louder was the phone buzzing in my pocket. I'd forgotten that I even had her phone. I stopped just shy of the men's restroom door and pulled the phone out my pocket. It was Melissa calling.

I kissed my teeth answering. "Not this weekend Mel. Please do me this one solid. No more calls until Monday." I chuckled.

I didn't want to be rude, but we seriously needed to just be alone. We rarely spent time together anymore with our crazy schedules. I barely got this time off.

"Melissa?" A male voice on the other line fell into a hideous fit of laughter that was way too familiar. "Nigga this ain't no damn Melissa. Lame ass, tell Rih come get this dick nigga that's what you can do." He hung up in my ear.

I was heated. Here I was, cleaning up my ways with bitches and she was playing me harder than a game of street ball.

My heart sunk in my chest as I closed my eyes replaying the conversation in my head. I felt disrespected. But I didn't take to heart. For one, I was used to the games with her ex. And two that boy Chris was all talk. He didn't want any smoke with the kid. I could put that on my life.

I collected myself quickly, freshening up in the bathroom before returning to the table. I wasn't even going to reveal what I knew. I was going to play my cards right.