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-Brit
Chris Brown
-2 Years Ago-
This was it...
This was the night I had been waiting for. Me and Echo had been going strong for the last couple years and I was ready to make it official. It's been a long journey, but I've known for a minute I wanted to make this girl mine forever.
Our hotel room was a bit messy, but I made room on the bed to sit and started scrolling through my phone. Occasionally, I'd look into the bathroom where she was putting on her makeup. Damn she was beautiful. Banging body, long blonde hair, butter pecan skin with a nice little glow I just happened to notice. That's from our week-long trip to Tahiti we just got back from. It was nice to get away with my baby for a while, away from all the shit that was taking over on the regular.
I barely got to see Echo when she wasn't working somebody's runway. Yea, she was a model. She always had gigs booked, whether it was a fashion show or an event she just had to make an appearance for. Sometimes I would tag along, but it wasn't really my scene. I wasn't into being around a whole bunch of skinny bitches and uptight muthafuckas all the time. But I rolled with it. She was good at what she did, and I enjoyed watching her work it on and off the runway.
I gave myself a once over in our hotel mirror, making sure my black Armani slacks were crisp. I checked my back pocket, making sure the small ring box was still back there. It was. Didn't want it to be too noticeable so she wouldn't know what I was up to. Giving myself another once-over, I pushed my quarter-length sleeves up on my white collared shirt and fixed my black Armani blazer. Grabbing a blunt off the dresser, I walked over to the bathroom and leaned in the doorway. Here she goes again, taking pics for the 'Gram. I fired up as she snapped one last pic.
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"Warn a girl next time, babe," She said jokingly, waving at the smoke. I loved that British accent.
I inhaled. "My bad, ma." I held it for a minute, nodding my head at her to shotgun with me. She rolled her eyes and walked up to me, bringing her lips to mine. I exhaled all the smoke that had got into my lungs, watching her suck it all in. I laughed as she backed up with a smile on her face, blowing smoke out her nose.
"Oh, you a pro now?" I laughed, taking another hit.
"I gotta be when I'm around you, that's all you do."
"Nah, I don't." I walked up behind Echo, wrapping my arms around her waist. I could feel her lean her head back against me as we both just looked in the mirror. Damn, we looked good together. I started to rub my hand across her stomach through her strapless black bodycon dress she was wearing. Titties was sitting just right, and ass felt good pressed against me. I could take her down right now, but we had reservations. I put my face into her neck, planting small kisses and making my grip tighter around her waist. She could tell I was more than ready to say fuck these plans.
