Under the Influence

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Chris POV

Almost a month has gone by, and she's still in Chicago. She was supposed to be coming home, but she decided to stay a few more weeks because of all the drama surrounding that Diamond story. She wanted all of that negative publicity to die down. I couldn't do anything about it; I just gave her her space. I'm so annoyed because I miss my baby and I want to see her.

Within these few weeks, there have been multiple stories about her and Drake. They're rumored to be having some secret relationship behind my back. He had a show in Chicago, a couple of days ago, and they supposedly hung out, which is bullshit because I know her every move, at least I think I do. She said she didn't even see him, and I believe her. This shit is so stupid. I know they aren't involved in any way, but it's still annoying. These people come up with anything and everything they can for a quick buck.

Shawnie has been working since she moved to Chicago, though. She's always working; I guess I can't be mad at her. I'm the same way. But anyway, she had Ammika served, and now she's officially been court-ordered to get a paternity test. We could wait until she has the baby, but that would take too long, and I don't want to wait. That sucks for her because the only way to establish paternity when she is pregnant is to get a blood test. Meaning they would have to draw blood through her stomach from the baby. But she brought this on herself; now she has to deal with that.

I guess everything has been good for us, except that she's in Chicago and I'm still here in LA working. She told me she was going to move in with me, but she bought a house in Woodland Hills anyway. I'm not upset about it because I know she's not gonna be there, I know she'll be at my house, but I feel like she is preparing for our separation for some reason. I feel like if everything is good with us and she decided to move in, then why would you buy a house? I'm confused about that, but I guess we'll talk more about that another time.

I'm getting ready to start the Heartbreak on a Full Moon tour soon, and I don't need any of this distracting me, and I damn sure don't want her thinking anything negatively about me. The last thing I need to hear while on tour is that she thinks I'm with someone else. I'm thinking about asking her to go with me, though, just so there's no confusion about our relationship or about anything that goes on while I'm away. We have a pretty good relationship for the most part, and I am just so tired of having to go through all of this with her. She's a good woman, and she understands me, so she's forgiven me a lot. I don't want to do something or tell a story that makes her not forgive me, or, worse, break up with me. 

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One night, one of my guys was hosting a party and asked me to come through. Shawnie was gone, but she was coming home tonight. I planned to stay for a couple of hours, then head back home before Shawnie got in, so I could be there when she got there. I had a few drinks, smoked a little, and just chilled out. Everything went great, no drama, no nothing. Towards the end of the night, I looked around, and it was just a bunch of women surrounding me. That's when I knew it was my cue to leave. I don't want any shit to happen. My baby was coming back, and I didn't want to be out in a situation that I couldn't get out of. I decided to have one more drink, but, of course, things can't go smoothly or as planned. While I was having that last drink, I received a text from her.

Diamond: Heyy ❤️

I contemplated whether I should respond. My first mind was not to respond, but my second mind wanted to know why she was even texting me. So I said to myself, I've got to see what she wanted, but if she was on some bullshit, I won't respond anymore.

Me: What's up?
Diamond: I see this sexy man in Black Pyramid standing a few feet away from me.

I look around to see if I see her. I know she was talking about me. Who else is standing here in BP looking fly besides me? I look to my left and see her standing outside of my vip. She held up her phone, and I felt my phone vibrate again in my hand.