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Chris Brown is clearly someone who wears his heart on his sleeve. A very emotional person, someone who loves hard and wants the same love in return. He's someone who wants to find love, but he's looking in all the wrong places. He's dated all...
After a few hours of shopping, we finally arrive at Chris' house.
"Nice!" I say, looking around as we drive up the long driveway.
"You like it?" he asks.
"Yeah, it's really nice."
He laughs. "It could be bigger—only six bedrooms. But it's not just me living here. A couple of my homies live here too."
"Okay."
"We're about to have some fun tonight," he says as he gets out of the car.
The driver brings my bag inside and sets it by the door. Chris gives me a tour of the house that ends in his room. Of course it does. Nothing sexual, though—it just happened that way.
He shows me to one of the guest rooms where I'll be staying, then leaves me to get dressed for the night. It's already around 8:30 p.m., so I don't want to take too long. I shower and do my hair and makeup in about an hour and a half. By 10 p.m., him and his friends are ready to go.
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There are about ten of us altogether, including Chris and me. Trey, the guy who introduced my friend Cassidy and me to Chris, is there too. We all pile into a Mercedes Sprinter van and head to 1Oak nightclub—a spot Chris frequents.
Chris and I are sitting next to each other in the van. He puts his arm around me and leans in close, whispering in my ear, "You look so good."
I don't say anything, just smile at him. He's so close that if we hit a bump, our lips would probably meet. That's the first time I feel a spark between us. I actually want to kiss him in that moment, but I don't. The way he's looking at me and licking his lips has me screaming inside.
He runs his hand over my legs a couple of times while talking about random things. It's nothing flirty, but every time he does it, I get chills. He doesn't know what he does to me when he does that.
We pull up to 1Oak and Chris takes my hand to help me out. Right before we get out, he stops me.
"Keep moving and keep your head down," he says. I nod. He opens the door, and we step out.
Everyone's taking pictures—paparazzi, I guess. I don't know about all of this. I'm nobody; I don't deal with this kind of thing. The flashes are blinding. Everyone's trying to get a shot of Chris. People are asking my name and trying to stop us for pictures. Chris doesn't let go of my hand—he leads me straight into the club through the crowd.
Once we're inside, he lets go of my hand and puts his hand on the small of my back, moving me in front of him.
"Stay close," he says.
There are a lot of people inside, pushing and trying to get closer. They're taking pictures too. I can barely see where I'm going because of the flashes. I look up and don't see Chris behind me. Where did he go? I say to myself, looking around. I'm about to turn back to follow his security until I feel Chris grab my waist and guide me forward. I put my hand in his, and we make our way to the VIP area.
Once we're there, it's a relief. There's all kinds of alcohol and food on the tables, everything we need already set up. I take a seat and Chris sits next to me. His friends take seats around us—some in the booth, some on the back of it—and his security stands by the entrance.
We're talking, drinking, dancing, and just having fun. A few women are invited into our VIP area—probably hoping to end up back at Chris' house—but he's not paying them any attention. Surprisingly, he's focused on me. He takes pictures with people but doesn't go too far. Even though he's talking to everyone, he never forgets about me. He either has his arm around me or his hand on my thigh the whole time, and it makes me feel special. He squeezes my leg every now and then to remind me he's still there, and I'm loving every second of it.
"I'm going to go dance," I say, scooting to the edge of the seat. His hand is still on my thigh.
"What if I don't want you to?" he says, smiling and licking his lips.
"I'll dance with you," I smile back.
He pours two shots for us. "Take them," he says.
We both take the shots, then he gets up and takes my hand. We walk over to a more private corner of the VIP area.
"I was going to go out on the dance floor," I say, smiling.
"Well, I can't go out there—stay with me," he says, smiling back.
He stands against the wall and pulls me by the hips until we're face to face. He puts his hand under my chin and tilts my head up to kiss me. It's slow and sweet. For a moment, it feels like we're the only people in 1Oak. I'm completely mesmerized by him. I can't believe he has me like this when I was so against it.
When we break the kiss, his hands drop to my sides and mine are around his neck. I take a step back, but he turns me around and pulls me back against him, his mouth at my ear.
"Do I need to get you a hotel for the night, or are you coming back to my place?"
I know this is a trick question. He already said I'd be staying in one of his guest rooms. But I play along.
I start dancing on him. "Hotel. I need my own space," I lie. I don't want a hotel. I want to stay with him, but I'm scared of where that will lead. I'm not trying to be like the other girls he messes with. He doesn't want a relationship—he wants thots. And I'm nothing like that.
He grabs my hips. "No, you're staying with me." he whispers in my ear. "I just need the green light. I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to do." He turns me around to face him, smiling.
I hesitate, but I know I want him. The chemistry between us is insane. Maybe it's just sexual, but it's real and there's no denying it.
"I'm not like that, Chris," I say.
"I know. But I want you to stay with me. No pressure—well, pressure," he laughs. "You seem so uptight. I'm going to loosen you up. You need this," he says, smiling. "You know I'm right."
I laugh. "I can be a little too serious."
"I know. I see it. So give me that green light, and I'll make it worth your while. How many people can say they spent the night with Chris Brown?" he says, cocky as ever.
He's right—not many can. Well, maybe a lot actually, but whatever. Fuck it. I'm going to do it.
"You got it," I say, stepping back.
As soon as I say it, he grabs my face, turns me around, and pushes me against the wall, kissing me intensely. It catches me by surprise, especially with all these people around. It's so good that if we weren't in a club, I'd probably be naked by now. But since we're not, I have to contain myself—and so does he. But once we get back to his house, that's going to be a different story.
