Kidnapped ||A Chris Brown Story||

Some Type of Way: Part 2

Chris

This girl was starting to get to me. She was pissing the shit out of me, but she was getting to me. Over the past two days I've seen her either half naked or naked three times and it was starting to make a nigga feel some type of way. Not that I'd ever do something with her. I mean, I wouldn't mind; not to say I haven't thought of doing it, but clearly she wasn't feeling me.

Plus, I loved my life. There's no telling what my boss would do to me if I fucked her.

My boss didn't tell me to give her all of that stuff; I did it 'cause I felt like doing it. I'm not a some kind of big, bad monster even though what I did was anything but good. Sometimes I do care about how she is but I get angry when she tries to play slick. I never expected her to give up right after she realized I kidnapped her but now she was slowly starting to irk my nerves.

Once I was done with her, I went in my room and placed the file on my bed. I've been reading it a lot since we went to her house. I probably know more about her than I know about myself:

She's an only child. Her mother is a family doctor and her father is a dentist. She's had two boyfriends over the past three years and right before she started college she worked at a local Starbucks. Honestly, I didn't want to know how my boss got all this info, but he was thorough. Her whole life from birth to just a few days ago were documented and in my possession. Out of all the jobs I've done this was the first one that was planned out this well.

My pocket vibrated and I immediately knew it was my phone. When I pulled it out I checked the name on the screen before answering. "Ayye" I said once I heard some movement.

"Ayye? That's all I get," a familiar voice answered.

Just the tone of her voice made me know we were bound to get in some kind of argument. "Sup, bae" I exhaled, I could hear her sigh.

"What you been up to? I haven't seen you in a minute."

"I've been busy...working," I said truthfully. She thinks I do some home based business, which is true, but she just doesn't know the full story. Not like she needs to know, anyway.

"So you've been so busy you couldn't even text or call for two seconds to say hi to your girl? Chris, you had me worried sick-"

"Mya, don't start this shit with me, I'm too damn tired to have an argument." I said trying my best to not sound irritated. Somehow Dominique came to mind, but I quickly brushed off the thought of her. "If you miss me so much why don't you come over?" There was a short pause before she replied.
"Why don't you come over?" she counter questioned.

Trust me, I had a lot of different reasons to not come over and my major reason was probably crying her eyes out in the guest room. "Well, looks like you don't miss me enough th-"

"Fine, fine, fine. I'll be there in a few," she finally agreed.

A smirk grew on my face. "Wear my fave outfit on you."

"Mhhm. Leave the door unlocked."

With that, she hung up, leaving me all by myself again. Knowing Mya she'd take about ten to fifteen minutes to actually get here, so I took that time to take a nice hot shower. By the time I got out twelve minutes had passed. The last thing I needed was Mya stumbling on Dominique, so I wrapped my towel around my waist and headed for the front door.

When I passed the guest room the lights were on but she wasn't there. The bathroom door was shut so she had to be in there. Just to avoid any questions from Mya nosy ass, I turned the light off and went on my way. By the time I got downstairs Mya was just stepping in. She was wearing a trench coat and some heels