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Chris Brown is clearly someone who wears his heart on his sleeve. A very emotional person, someone who loves hard and wants the same love in return. He's someone who wants to find love, but he's looking in all the wrong places. He's dated all...
The next morning, I woke up naked, and next to Chris. This is becoming the usual, waking up naked. Sometimes he likes to get it in the middle of the night and just fall into it. He hates having to take off my clothes in the middle of the night. Ever since he stopped taking drugs, I swear he's developed a sex addiction.
On second thought, I think that might've already been a problem.
I woke up before Chris, so I slid out of the bed and ran myself a bath. I'm a little sore, he fucked the shit out of me last night. Broken ribs ain't stopping him from getting the sex he wants. Not that I'm complaining, I loved every second of it. He got mad at me because I made him pull out again. I just want to make sure I'm not pregnant. I've been taking two tests every morning, and they've been coming out negative, but it's still too early to tell. So until then, he has to pull out, or until I can get my medications changed, so I can get back on birth control.
I ran my bath water, added some bubble bath and I got in. I scrolled on my phone for a while and I ran across a picture of Aubrey. Damn, he's still fine as hell. If I can't say anything nice about him, I sure can say that.
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I guess he was out somewhere last night. Not that I care, I'm surprised he didn't post a crazy caption about me with it. I'm so tired of him.
I continue scrolling, then I go by a picture I took of Chris while he was in the studio the other night.
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I liked it and kept scrolling. Nothing poppin on ig. I went into my gallery and posted a picture, then I was interrupted by Chris barging in. He walks in, whips out his dick, and starts peeing.
"Excuse you. Chris?"
"What? Shit, I gotta pee." He says laughing.
I try to ignore the interruption and move on.
"How do you feel today?"
"I feel good." He says
"That's good. I'm happy you've been feeling so much better. That probably means the drugs are flushed out of your system." I say
