Days In The East

False Alert

~Rihanna's POV~

I was sitting in the club, right next to Melissa, a glass of vodka in my hand, I was looking at the people surrounding me and dancing when I noticed Drake walking to me. He was looking fly as usual, in his simple white shirt and thin gold chain. I adjusted my Givenchy leather skirt as he approached my VIP table.

"D: Heyy Robyn!

R: Hey." He gave me a light hug and sat by my side so we could have a talk.

"D: Why aren't you dancing?

R: I don't know, I'm not in the mood.

D: Rihanna? Don't wanna dance? Argghh you changed, girl... you're not the Robyn I know.

R: Aww okay but dance with me.

D: Alright."

We both headed to the dancefloor and in the middle of the huge crowd staring at us, I started whining against Drake. After two or three songs, we both had enough and sat back on the couch of the club, as we ordered more shots. I was attracted by Drake, I couldn't deny it, his smile was one of the most handsome I've ever seen and I always felt so safe in his arms but the worst thing that could happen was to ruin our friendship with love, I have a lot of trust issues with boys and that probably will never change. But.. I mean that's already good that we're still friends even after all this Chris incident. I felt my body getting more and more tired as I kissed Drake's cheek before telling him I needed to go. My driver was waiting for me and Melissa to come outside and he waved at us as he noticed the crowd of paparazzi getting excited and us two entering the black SUV. The drive to the house was quick and as soon as we got in there, both of us fell in a deep sleep.

*Next Day*

I woke up this morning with a big hangover even if it wasn't that bad, my head was still bouncing and it was hard for me to get up. I headed to the kitchen and lighted my blunt as I walked over to Melissa making some pancakes.

"R: Hey!

M: Hey girl, how was your night?

R: Pretty good and you?

M: Not bad."

We grabbed our plates and sat down on the couch in the livingroom before I turned the TV on.
"M: What are you gonna do today?

R: Aubrey told me to come over this afternoon, wanna come?

M: No thanks, I'm going to let you have some time alone.

R: What do you mean?

M: What? Don't tell me that there's nothing between you two.

R: Melissa, no! He's my bestfriend!

M: Oh please, I'm not that naive.

R: Ugh."

I sipped on my coffee and as soon as I finished it, I was under a hot shower. I walked to my dressing and choose one of my favorite outfit, black River Island crop top with blue Armani jeans and black Kanye West for Zanotti shoes. Before leaving my house, I checked if I didn't forget my keys and headed to the black Bentley parked in my backyard so I could drive to Aubrey's place
"D: Robyn!

R: Heyy!

D: Come in. Have a seat. How have you been going? Any plans for this year?

R: Not really, I'm going back on tour so I don't have real plans.

D: Aw okay. I got some weed, do you want to smoke a blunt?

R: Yeah of course!"

He grabbed a plastic bag full of weed and got some out to roll it. At the same time, I grabbed a bottle of vodka that I found in the kitchen and turned the music up. DnF was blazing through the speakers as I walked over to Drake. I sat down close to him, my body was almost touching his. After some hours or so, my vision started being blurry and I couldn't walk straight, everything Aubrey was doing was funny to me. I knew I was drunk and high and he was too. I danced a bit around him and sat back down on the couch. It was all fun, Aubrey has always been so funny, I love this guy. I have so much stress in my life with the work and all I needed this. After an hour, my stomach started making loud noises that was making Aubrey laugh, I glanced at my watch and decided to make some food for us. I made a traditional Bajan dish with flying fish and roasted potatoes. We both sat on the white sofa with our plates full of food in one hand and a glass of white wine in the other. We quickly finished our plates and when we were finally done I glanced at Drake and started chuckling.