Under the Influence

Summer Breeze

Chris' POV

I pulled up to her house, no white Phantom. When I talked to her earlier, she didn't get off the phone with me because he was there. I'm liking the feeling I'm getting. No Drake? Maybe he's gone for good. This makes me happy, but I'm nervous. I haven't seen her in so long, and I don't know how this is going to go. She agreed to see me, and clearly, she wanted to, but what type of mindset is she in? That's what I'm afraid of, not knowing what I'm getting myself into.

She walked out of her house, locked her front door, and walked towards my Lambo. I can't hold my excitement, I instantly started smiling. I missed her face so much. She wore a short, strapless, emerald-green dress with black heels. She's going to need to take off those heels; she doesn't need them tonight.

I reached over and opened her door, and she slid in, putting her large Chanel purse on the floor by her feet. I wonder if he got that for her. She closes her door and turns to look at me.

"Hi!" She says, smiling. Her eyes were exploring every inch of my face.

"What's up, baby!" I say cheesing.

"I'm happy to see you!" Hearing her say that makes me smile harder.

"I know." I reach over and hug her tight, talking in the scent of her and her hair. A sense of calm washes over me, and I feel at peace. I miss this. I have to make the most of this little "date", I might not get this again. I don't know where her head is at or where her relationship with him is.

"So what are we doing?" She asks, smiling, pulling away.

"You look like you want to go out on a date or something." I laugh

"I didn't know what the plans were, so I dressed up, but I also brought my Jordans."

"Good! Take those heels off. We ain't doing nothing like that. I wanna chill with you."

"Oh, okay." She instantly takes off her heels and pulls her sneakers out of her bag. I watch as she puts them on and puts her other shoes in the bag.

"Better?" She asks

"Hell yeah! You know I like it when you wear Jordan's over heels. You were always in heels, getting you in Jordans was always a treat for me." I smile

She playfully rolls her eyes, "Anyway, where are we going?"

"Nowhere. I'm going to pull up to my spot, the overlook, and we're going to chill. I want to vibe with you. I miss that. Remember when I flew to see you in Chicago from Paris, because I couldn't go another day without seeing you?"

"Of course I remember that." She says

"That's what I want to get back to. I want to get back to how we were in Miami. Remember that?"

She doesn't say anything at first; she nods and looks out the window.

"What?" I ask

She was silent for a minute, then she spoke,  "You were with another woman in Paris." She says, then puts her head down. "And in Miami, you lied to get me to go out with you to this paparazzi-filled restaurant, in which Aubrey was there, then you kissed me in front of the paps, because you wanted to take our relationship public, but we weren't even in a relationship."