Owned

C13: Nothing Was The Same

DEV POV
I managed to get Chris all the way up to his penthouse without any paparazzi or anyone bothering me. I'm clueless to how I did it, but I did. I push him onto his bed and take his shoes off. His ass is so nasty for throwing up all over me. Speaking of his throw up, I'm not about to be walking around here in these soiled clothes. I go over to Chris to make sure he's really knocked out.

"Chris... Chriiiiiis..." I say and gently shake his body

He groans and moves over on to his side. Thank you jesus. I run and lock his door before I peel my shirt off. This is so nasty. I take my shoes and pants off right after and head to his closet. He won't mind, I mean he saturated me in his puke.

I open it up and grab some BP shorts and a tank. Baggy as hell but clean. I'm washing my hands when I hear the sounds of puking once again.

"Good god..." I say as I grab his lil trash can and a towel before running to his side

"In here please!" I say as I get him to go over the trash.

I thought this nigga could handle his liquor. As he continues throwing up, I wipe up the first batch that ended up all over the floor. By this time I had a pile of foul smelling clothes and towels.

Chris laid back and started groaning. Such a baby. I went over to him to take his shirt off, I went to pull up over his head but he stopped me. His eyes were closed but he spoke.

"Do you like me now Isabellllllle?" He says

"Not really." I answer pulling off his shirt. I put my hand on his head and he's a hot and sweaty. I run back the the bathroom and get some damp towels to put on his head and chest. After I do I sit down next to him and I realize that he's in a deep sleep cause his breathing is back to normal.

I get up and plan on heading out the door but decide not to in case he wake up again. I grab a pillow, and go over to the couch near his window and lie down facing him.

After this, he better explain what was up with him tonight. The real reason why he was an emotional roller coaster in a nigga way. I mean I had to get rid of a blunt, meet his fam, get a hoe away from him, and take care of him. All in one night. I'm fuckin exhausted.

CHRIS POV
I woke up with a massive headache and the sun shining right on my face.

"Fuck" I say out loud and open my eyes.
I'm surprised when I see a body laying there. The sun makes it hard to see who it is, but I pray it's not the hoe from the club last night. Cause shit will be bad.

My mind is telling me to get up and see, but my body is too afraid to move. I shouldn't be afraid, I mean Isabelle and I aren't really together. But people think we are, and this is a fucked up situation if word gets out.

I hardly remember anything from last night either. You'd think I'd learn my lesson from drinkin. Last time I let out a big ass secret. Who knows what happened this time.

I hear a deep sigh, and watch this female turn her face towards me. It's Isabelle.

"What..." I say and get up

I almost fall walking over to her but catch myself. I sit next to the couch and look at her sleeping face and can't help but laugh.

Her hair is all messed up and she has a little bit of drool. I notice the freckles she has, and just how soft her skin really is. She really is beautiful.

I guess she must've taken care of me? Or maybe we ended up fucking? She ain't wearing her clothes, she's wearing mine.

I grab a blanket and put it over her. I gently rub her cheek and kiss her forehead before heading to the shower, I smell raunchy as hell. I get in, get cleaned up, and walk back out to dress.