In Front of the Mic

Chapter Eighteen: Empire State of Mind

Chris POV

Tiffani and I finally made it to our hotel room. I swear this girl had me out in this city for the longest. Doing, guess what? SHOPPING. For real, I'm not even mad tho. Cause I found a few things for myself too, not to mention I got her to buy some lingerie.

It's kinda weird... We've been together for almost two months and she still ain't let a nigga smash. Of course, that's not the only reason why I'm with her, but damn!! I'm supposed to be her nigga and everything... So, why we ain't fucking?!

I came into the room to put the last of her shopping bags down. She was laying on the bed playing on her phone. I jumped in and got all snuggled up next to her like I was a lil puppy. I had my head on her chest and she had her arm under my head scrolling through her Instagram with the one hand and playing in my hair with the other.

I checked my phone... 2:26pm. Ugh not even time to hit up the studio. I'm getting bored. I slid up her shirt and started tracing the butterfly tattoo she had on her rib cage.

"Chris, stop that tickles." She pushed my hand away and I sat up and looked at her. I got an idea.

"The fuck you staring at?... Yous a creepy nigga."

I hovered over her on my hands and knees, still staring at her. I could tell she was a lil uncomfortable, but it was kinda cute cause she looked like a lost puppy. I kissed her passionately and she held me tight, dropping her phone in the process. I quickly grabbed it. I began placing a hickey on her neck while I turned down her ringer and sat her phone on the night stand. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and turned it down too... Not even on vibrate. I don't need no distractions from the sex I'm bout to give her.

I leaned back  causing her to sit up. I pulled off her shirt and she took off mine. We started kissing and then she just stopped and looked at me.

"What's wrong, Tiff?"

"Nothing, I just can't stop thinking about that meeting we're gonna have with Rih's people."

"Don't even trip babe, we got this. I got a real good feeling about this. Come on, I know you hungry by now. Let's go get something to eat."

She put her shirt back on and looked at me.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, I was just saying."

"You better be happy I am hungry or I would've kicked yo lemon headed ass."

"Why you always threatening to put your hands on people?"

"I don't know, that's just me. You mad or nahh?"

"I guess not. I just want you to be careful."

"Chris I know. I'm not stupid, I just lost my cool one damn time. Geez."

"I know you're not, but when I'm on the road, whose gonna bail you out when you lose your cool next time."

"Simple, there won't be a next time... Now, let's go I'm starving."

*1 hour later *

"Oh my gosh! That food hit the spot."

Tiffani sat back and rubbed her stomach. She's too much sometimes, but I love it. Just the way she acts in general brightens my day. I ran out of my medication a week ago and I haven't felt even a little different. I've been meaning to get it refilled, but I've just been too busy. Who knows, maybe I don't even need it anymore.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It was a text from Shad. (Bow Wow)

Shad: I heard you were in town my nigga. We should link up. I gotta host the show but what you doing after that?