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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The voices outside the vehicle became muffled after the car door slammed shut. But I could still hear some paparazzi questions.
"Chris!!, who's the girl is she your new girl." "Have you moved on from Karrueche." "Any new music coming up soon."
The questions made want to laugh but I kept it cool and calm, I don't wanna catch case with da Chris Brown. I heard a sigh from my left side and a shout.
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"Hurry Your ass up and fucking drive." Chris shouted. I pulled the jacket off my head and blinked away the throbbing from the headache.
"Here." He said as he passed me a bottle of water and some pills. I took it but not after watching him take the pills first. I've seen a lot of movies to know that you should never take a pill first without watching the other person take it. I mean I ain't gon die easily.
I watched as he groaned and leaned back into his seat. He closed his eyes and rubbed his head. So many questions began to roam around my own head. I didn't really understand what was going on.
"Who the hell are you." I asked out loud, I obviously knew who he was Chris Brown but I wanted to see how he actually was.
He turned his head slightly towards me with confusion all over his face. He scoffed.
"I should ask you the same thing ma, pretty chocolate darling." He said obviously not thrilled about this conversation.
"My name is Amber...and you are?"
"Chris Brown..." I started to play dumb and start asking questions that I obviously already knew.
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"Are you a terrorist." I asked
"Nah b." Confusion grew on his face.
"Serial killer?"
"No!"
"Escort."
"No."
"Actor."
"Stop! What with all these damn question ma."
"Well since you didn't answer my first question." Chris sighed and opened his mouth to explain.
"I'm Christopher Maurice Brown, a worldwide known singer. I have a company also it involves my clothing line, Black Pyramid." He said sounding bored.
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I just stared at him blinking. Is he serious? I was still playing dumb I wanted to keep on asking questions. I had an idea. I'll laugh and tell him his lying.
"BAHAHAHAGAHAHAHAJAG, that's a good one, omg!" I said as I continued to die of laughter. Does he really think I'm stupid?
He just stared at me, eyes widen he was getting pissed off because his vein on his forehead was popping again. It was sexy when he was pissed off. Kinda turned me on,
"You think this sh*t funny."He asked now seriously getting annoyed.
"Nahhh, I'm fully dead...." I blurted out while taking to take deep breaths to calm myself.
"Yooo, Ambs I'm serious, this ain't no damn joke, Your vexing me for real." He chuckled and with that he threw a magazine at me. I just stared at it, all laughter. dying
"I married Iron Man, oh che." I asked dumbfounded.
