You wake up in a luxurious bedroom not knowing how you got there. Your admiring the room and see a God of a man sitting on a chair nearby. Little did you know that man could change your life from better to worse.....
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"Let me go, wha da fa man." I growled. Just because he's attractive and we accidently got married, does not mean he's allowed to man handle me. Fuck this sh*t.
He gave me a sideways glance and gripped my wrist tighter as he pulled me down the hotel hallway. He punched the elevator button and stood there with the biggest scowl on his face. What's this fake lighty's problem I said to myself. He didn't look at me as I continued to try and pull my wrist out of his grip.
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The elevator dinged and he pulled me into the elevator. I realized after he punched the lobby button that we were on the presidential suite, floor 21. Wow his richer than I thought.
He let go of my wrist and I glued myself to a corner of the elevator, as far way as I could get from him. He seems so nice when his with his fans I said quietly. I rubbed my wrist, trying to get the blood flowing again. This nigga had a tight grip jheeze at this point my blood was boiling and I wanted murder.... this man.
The elevator stopped at the 10th floor and a man a woman and a young girl got on the elevator. The adults, who I assumed were her parents looked at me in disgust and frowned, probably thinking I was taking the walk of shame after a long night of partying, they sure in the hell weren't wrong. I ignored their judging looks and looked everywhere else so I could calm myself down before I go Kanye West on some random people. I then decided to watch the floor numbers go down and try to plot my escape.
I felt something tugging my black skintight dress and I looked down. The little girl was staring up at me with a
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huge grin, big blue eye and her beautiful blond curls falling behind her. I felt my anger disappear and I smiled back at her. She gestured for me to come down and I bent down
"You're So Pretty." She said.
"Thank you sweetie." I replied now with a big smile on my face who knew a compliment could change your mood.
"Is that Chris Brown, do you mind asking him if I can get an autograph pretty please with cherry on top." She asked. I looked at her and whispered "Where not on really good terms his angry at me." She looked really sad, I felt sorry that I couldn't get an autograph but this fake light skinned asshole was pissing me off.
"Really, he's so cute." I laughed at what she said and looked up to see Chris Brown staring at me he looked even angrier than before. I started to feel uncomfortable so I looked back at the girl.
"Your skin is like my mommy's. Are you pregnant too?" She asked she looked like she was dying to know. I gasped not knowing how to answer that. I looked up to the little girl's mother and saw her rub her swollen belly.
And then it hit me like a ton of bricks, Sweeett Baby Jesus Did we use a condom? What if I am pregnant? How am I going to take care of this baby by myself?" I asked myself. All these questions running around my head made me wonder. I looked back up at Chris he had a vein on his forehead it low-key looked like it was gonna pop any second. The elevator stopped at the lobby floor and the doors opened.
"Come on Miriam." The mother said grabbing the little girls hand. Miriam walked off with her mother but not before further throwing my life into a frenzy.
"Bye pretty woman...."Miriam called back as she skipped away with her blond curls bouncing with every skip.
Chris growled loudly and then yanked me again, towards the front lobby and into a pool of paparazzi.
"Shit!" Was all I heard before a jacket was thrown over my head and I was pulled into a vehicle with the door behind me.
