chrianna fan fiction

-four- part 2

“You’re so wet,” I murmured in her ear as she hung on to me for dear life, trying not to notice how good it felt to have her pussy opened by my hard shaft. “So wet and so hot.”

“What do you expect?” she snapped, looking totally embarrassed now. “After the way you were kissing me and…and touching me earlier?”

I smirked at her irritable tone. “So you liked it when I fingered your pussy?” I hissed. “Did it turn you on, Rob? Did it make you hot when I stroked your clit and put my fingers inside you?”

My desire for Robyn had just sky rocketed and my heart was jackhammering again as I fought keep control of myself. My breath kept wanting to come in short little pants, like I was running a race uphill. It was all I could do to keep myself together. “We had to get the best shot,” she said, not looking at me and deliberately ducking the question. “She wanted to get a picture of you…touching me, so you had to touch me. That was all.”

“But you liked the way it felt when I fingered you? It made you wet – right?” I persisted.

“What do you think?” she demanded. Deliberately, she raised and then lowered herself so that my shaft and the broad head of my cock slid over her slippery folds and the throbbing bud of her clit. Robyn and I both groaned at the extra stimulation, and I knew my shaft was probably coated with her pussy honey by now.

It was a single motion to prove a point, but Lisa noticed it at once. “That’s good,” she said excitedly, still snapping away. “Do that some more – act like you’re riding him, Robyn. Chris, put your hands on her waist and help her move – both of you get into it.”

What could we do? Robyn braced her hands on my shoulders and began to slide up and down. I’m sure from Lisa’s perspective it looked like I was actually inside Robyn’s, like we were actually fucking, and even though we weren’t, it was still almost more than I could bear. The friction of my shaft against her clit was delicious, and I could feel the pleasure building inside me again as she bounced on my lap. But once again Lisa intervened.

“Slower now,” she directed. “Long, slow strokes. This can be almost tantric – if you do it right, you can make it last for hours. Slow it.”  

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A month later.

Robyn jogged along the treadmill at a steady pace and felt the sweat falling down her back. She had at least 2 assignments to turn in online by tomorrow, but she just need to sweat out her nerves. The pre-interview for her internship was coming at the end of the week and she wanted to do her best. She’d lost 7 pounds and she was proud of herself and with the help of her friends, she’d hopefully lose 4 more. Robyn’s mind started to run with her body and she stayed focused on her breathing. Atlanta was a month behind her and she didn’t plan to revisit her thoughts of it, she didn’t need to. She brought the treadmill to cool down and started to walk with the tense muscles that plagued her legs. She heard a bang and looked quickly to her right in the gym and smiled. She got off of the treadmill and shook her legs out before walking over to the source of the noise.

“Well, well.” She said with her bottle of water in her hand. Jesse looked over and started grinning.

“I thought that was you, back in your gym wear.” He said. She looked at him in his t-shirt stretching over his chest and he kept smiling at her.”Where you been, heartbreaker?”

“Ha! Heartbreaker, huh?” She laughed, then squirted water in her mouth.

“Yes, heartbreaker.”

“You listed me that in your phone?”

“Yep.” He reached down to grab the weights to put back and she scuffed her shoe against the hard faux carpet.

“You know I never had your heart to break.”

“Yeah, okay.” Jesse countered, then sat on a bench, looking her up and down. “You look good.”

Her sports bra and cropped shirt were blending together through her wet shirt and she tugged at the spandex shorts that were once too tight. “I try.” She shrugged and Jesse looked her in the eyes and said she didn’t.

“How you been?” Robyn asked and Jesse told her he was good. “You?”

“I can’t complain, y’know?”

She looked at him, and smiled looking away.


Robyn started to walk towards the stairs and shook her head. “Nothing. I gotta go. I’ll see you around, okay?”


Chris bounced the ball against the court and jogged around Kevin, turning to hit a shot that bounced on the rim, then fell in.

“THAT’S GAME.” Chris hollered, his voice bouncing off of the gym walls and Kevin groaned. Chris laughed and told him to be glad it wasn’t a blowout. “I don’t know what kind of fucking drugs you on-” Kevin shook his head and Chris laughed while trying to catch his breath. “but you need to quit. You’re fucking 12-3, man!!”

Chris shrugged. “Iunno what to tell you.” Kevin shook his head and stood there while Chris took random shots. Kevin heard a door close and scoffed.

“That’s why you been good lately.” Chris turned to see what Kevin was looking at and shook his head smiling.

“Ey,” Kevin nodded. “put me on with that girl Lele.”

Chris was dribbling and stopped. “Why the fuck would I do that?!”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

“Number one. You STILL on this?! Number two, you know she just got out of something with Bano, bro. Can she kick it first without you being thirsty?”

“Maaan, fuck that, I’m tryna see what she talking about.”

“Nothin’ witchu.” Chris murmured and Kevin just shrugged. They started walking and Chris’ legs were feeling weak but, he knew that meant that it was good workout. They passed people scattered along the bleachers and other guys played 3 on 3, some girls dribbled around on the court everyone shared. Chris saw a girl with a black long ponytail and spandex shorts on, started smiling, telling Kevin he’ll catch up with him later. Kevin’s eyes outlined the body and Chris pushed him. “Watch yourself, man. She’s mine.”

“Fuckin’ weirdos.” Kevin said, shaking his head. Chris walked up behind the girl who was speaking to 2 others and pressed against her.

“Wassup, girl.”

She turned her neck in disgust and rolled her eyes. “You a bit too close.”

“Sorry, but I just had to talk to you. How you doing?”


“You sure are.”

The girl scoffed.

“So, what’s up, baby, you got a man or something?”

“Yes.” She turned to face him and crossed her arms.

Chris looked around. “Where he at?”

“Around. He was playing ball.”

“Is that right?” Chris bit on his lower lip and looked at her in the shorts and crop top. “I haven’t seen you here before.”

“Didn’t know you were looking.”

“But here you are. So, what’s up? I’m tryna get outta here, you coming?”

“I dunno…my man-”

“Fuck him. Let’s go.” He grabbed her hand and she looked around and said okay. He tugged her out of the gym and she started to take the lead, pulling and walking anxiously to the dark parking lot. The orange lights cut through the 8pm dark and Chris tugged her towards his car and they ran together and he spotted his car and pulled her against the wind. He whipped her around and crashed into her mouth. His hands were moving against her body and she twisted her arms around his neck, he took his time kissing her. Her mouth was so familiar and perfect that he didn’t need to put in much effort, it was going so well and so easy. They broke apart and Robyn gave him another kiss and laid her face against his chest.

“Chris. I’m nervous.” She admitted. “About tomorrow.”

He tightened his arms around her waistline. “Why??”

“What if…she don’t like me?” Her voice shrank and he looked down at her.

“She’s gonna love you!! I love you! It’s gonna be cool, my mom is cool, man, you guys are gonna get along, don’t worry, okay? After work tomorrow, I’ll come get you and we’ll go to her hotel, get something to eat..”

“Let me pay tomorrow.”

Chris looked at her and said she was crazy. “Hell naw! You better not.”

“I gotta do something, I can’t just come!”

Chris touched her ponytail as he leaned against the car and she leaned into him. “Rob, it’s cool, you gotta relax. She-”

“When I met Matt’s mom, she HATED me. I don’t want her to hate me.” Robyn said worriedly.

“Baby, just be yourself, and we’re good.”

“What about…Christmas?”

Chris got a little stiff and looked into her worried eyes. “Man…that shit. I don’t know,” He admitted, scratching his head. “I don’t know how she’s gonna get down with that.”

He saw the worry in her face illuminated by the orange lamp. “Chill out, aight? You’ll be fine.”


Robyn wanted to believe she’d be fine, but she didn’t know. His mom was coming to visit him and when he told her he wanted her to meet Ms. Joyce, she freaked out. He told Robyn his mother wanted to meet her and Robyn, at first, told him no and that she wasn’t ready.

“Robyn, please. She really wants to meet you, Especially after everything.” His voice gotten quiet and she knew he meant he had forgotten to take his medication. Robyn had sat up in the bed and tossed it in her mind, then agreed, as much as she didn’t want to. She knew Chris hated when she assumed previous situations would work the same as present situations, but she couldn’t help it. She thought about Matt’s mother while Chris had turned over next her, falling asleep. Meeting Matt’s mom was like hell; she call her Roslyn the entire time, making remarks about not being able to understand her accent and talking about how frail she had looked. Robyn never felt so picked apart- even when she used to dance, she wouldn’t be harassed as badly as that woman did her. Robyn came out of her thoughts and looked out at the night sky with Chris.

“You want me to help you relax?” Chris smiled and kissed her neck. She laughed and said no. “I got homework.”

“Do it laterrr.” He muffled against her collarbone.

“’s due tomorrow. And I got work. Let’s go. I got you next time.”

Chris sighed. “Fiine. Let’s go. Stop being nervous.”

“I’m trying.”


Robyn tossed all night and woke up early Saturday, putting on makeup and getting ready for her shift. Chris said his mom was coming in at 10, he had to work at 11:30 so he’d get Robyn first and they’d go to her hotel second. It was down one block from her job, she passed it every day for work, nerves flowed through her all over again. Robyn paced through the house until 12, she grabbed her car keys and sped out the door. When she drove down the street, her heart jumped when she passed the hotel. Chris told her exactly what Matt had said, don’t be nervous, but she couldn’t help but to be nervous. Robyn walked in and straight to the back, noticing it was unnaturally quiet and Taylor saw her breeze past the office.

“Dead out there.” He called.

“I see! What’s up?”

Robyn tied on her apron and he told her very few people had came in and she was gonna be the only one serving as the door chimed. “You’ll be good, right?”

“Yeah. More tips for me!” She came out and flung her long hair back into a ponytail and saw two people there and she walked over to her first customer and squinted. “Don’t I know you? You have been here?”

“Yes! I remember you too, how you doing?”

Robyn smiled and said she was okay.

“You don’t sound okay?”

“Noo. I’m fine!“ Robyn knew never to get personal with customers, let them talk and she would just smile. “What can I do for you today? You look buried in that book. You had…” Robyn thought hard. “A muffin? Something raspberry?”

“YES! Look at your memory! It was a scone, honey. No…Danish!”

“Would you like it again??”

“Yeah, sure! Just waiting for my son, so…why not.”

Robyn nodded and went to check on the other customer and they didn’t want anything so Robyn went, grabbed the last Danish and warmed it for her sit in customer.

“Here, I even got you some tea. On the house.”

“You so SWEET. Please sit.”

“I couldn’t!” Robyn protested.

“Just to keep me company, come on. I won’t tell.” Robyn glanced to the back; she knew Taylor wouldn’t care, so she slid in the seat. Her phone vibrated and she said sorry and glanced at it.

Chris B:

Don’t b nervous, ill b there around 5.

Robyn swallowed and looked back up to a concerned look. “What’s worrying you??”

“I…” Robyn sighed. She hadn’t told anyone except Chris about her nerves and had to vent. “I’m meeting my boyfriend’s mom today.” They stared at each other and there was an amused vibe that Robyn sensed, but she ignored it. Her worries were racking her, so she knew she had to be reading the vibe wrong.

“You nervous about meeting his mom? Why? Is he a good guy?”

“He’s great, but..I had a bad meeting before. With my ex boyfriend’s mom. She was sooo mean,” Robyn said sadly and her voice got quiet. “She made fun of my accent, my hair, everything. She called me the wrong name. I know this sounds crazy, but I know I heard her call me a bitch. Excuse my language.”

“Awwww, I’m sorry you went through that. What did your boyfriend do??”

“NOTHING. What can he do? That’s his mom.”

Robyn sighed and as the tea cup lifted then went back to the table.

“Well, I think you are lovely. You seem like you got your head on straight. Any guy is lucky to be with you. His mother was just sad to see her son go to someone so great. That’s scary, letting your kid be with someone you don’t know. But you have a beautiful spirit.”

Robyn smiled to herself and said thank you.

“Your boyfriend’s mom will love you. He said he love you yet?”

Robyn played with a napkin and she nodded, keeping her smile.

“ the end of the day. That’s all that matters.”

“But, I want her to like me too. I don’t know,” Robyn said, stressed. “I just wanna..” She searched for the words and they were finished.

“Feel accepted?”

“YES!” Robyn nodded heavily. “I want to be able to talk to her. My mom isn’t here, you know? My family is all back home..” She got a little teary eyed and she felt a warm hand hold hers. “All I have here is my friends, we came to America together, and now I found this guy. We been through A LOT, but..I love him, you know? It’s weird. When I met him, it was like-instant. He makes me feel so…”


“And beautiful!!” Robyn laughed. She looked out the window. “I never met anyone like that. He tells me what’s on his mind, if he’s sad or happy. Most boys don’t do that. He do.”

“His mom raised him to be like that. If you love that, she’ll love you.”

Robyn bit her lip, still staring out the window. “I hope so.”

“She will.”

Robyn snapped out of her daze and broke hands. “I am SO SORRY.” She exclaimed. “I didn’t mean to sit here and bore you with my feelings and tears. I’m sorry.”

“NO! I asked you to sit, don’t be sorry. I gotta be going anyways. Take a quick nap before that boy come get me.” Robyn was caught in a soft embrace and she hugged back with a sincere squeeze.

“You are such a good girl. You deserve good things, honey. Remember that. Okay?”

Robyn nodded. She bent forward and gave a kiss on the cheek to a complete stranger. She just felt it was needed. Robyn got a wink and she went back to her work as the door chimed. Robyn kept the statements she had heard in her mind and felt much more calm than she did before and most importantly- confident.


“You look good.” Chris said, standing in front of his car, waiting for her. She touched her shirt dress and adjusted the belt. She changed at work, getting ready was easy, she just touched her makeup a little and let her hair down. Mel wished her good luck and gave her a hug. “You gonna be fine.” She told her.

Robyn nodded and finished putting on lip gloss. Chris drove them down the street and found a parking spot, this is when Robyn’s pulse picked up as she got out of the car. They held hands going up to the elevator and he squeezed hers.

“You good?”

She took deep breaths and and told him she was fine. They got off once the doors parted and he knocked on the door. His mother opened the door almost immediately and he hugged her while Robyn’s eyes were wide open, staring.

He broke away from his mom and they laughed at something the other said. “Mom. This is Robyn…” He grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to the woman she had spoken to at work. His mother’s eyes were shining at her and her smile was big, Robyn looked at Chris and he was confused and stared at her pleadingly to say hi.

“Omigosh.” Robyn mustered out and his mom started laughing. Robyn’s skin flushed and she hugged his mom.

“That’s why you gave me that look!” Robyn laughed and his mom nodded. “You knew the WHOLE TIME!!”

She kept nodding and said, “When you started saying you were meeting someone today, I said to myself, what are the odds? But, I didn’t want to make you more nervous.” Chris looked between them in confusion as they walked out of the hotel room, talking like old friends. “UH?? I’m sorry? Do y’all know each other or somethin’??”
“She came into the cafe today!!” Robyn said. She was so grateful that it was this woman. The same one she basically cried to was the very reason she was crying.

“Ma, how you get there?!” Chris asked in shock.

“Boy, I got legs. Now get my purse, let’s go.”

“You can’t get you-”

His mother gave him a look of death and Chris turned to get her bag from the room as Robyn and his mom continued to talk. “He’s still disobedient, like when he was little.”

“I still can’t believe it’s you!” Robyn said, shaking her head and his mom giggled.

“How is he though?” She asked and kept her voice down. “He’s doing good on the meds? He hasn’t done anything again since what happened, right?” Robyn shook her head hard and said she makes sure she wakes him up and gives him the water to take the pills. His mother’s eyebrows went up and Chris came around the corner. “So..y’all sleep in the bed together?” Chris’ eyes got wide as he handed her the big purse and Robyn turned red.

“Christopher Maurice? Answer me.”


His mother kept a straight face and stared him in the eye. “Lie to me one more time, boy.”

Chris’ corners of his lips turned up and Robyn knew they were screwed; this guy couldn’t lie with a straight face.

“Miss Joyce, this may not be the time, but, I really need to thank you.” Robyn changed the subject abruptly. “I…I needed to hear what you told me earlier. Not just about the nerves, but, everything. And I really care for your son. I do.”

His mother nodded and took Robyn’s hand as Chris smacked the button for the elevator repeatedly. “Sweetie, that’s just daily life advice. You looked so sad.”

Robyn was happy her distraction worked but as they stepped on the elevator, Chris moved to a corner and got on his phone while Robyn spoke to her. “I was, but you know, what you said I thought about all day at work. I got nervous again but, everything was okay when I saw you.”

“You are so sweet.” They walked outside and chatted about the weather and Chris looked between them. “Who gon’ sit in the front?”

“I’ll sit in the back.” His mom offered, but Robyn refused and said she’d rather be in the back.

“Here, why don’t we both sit in the back?” Miss Joyce offered and Chris shrugged and said fine. “I ain’t want y’all in the front no ways.” His mother reached out and pinched him. “I’m bout tired of you and this attitude you got, showing out in front of company.” She said with a country edge and Robyn snickered at Chris getting in trouble. They rode to the restaurant and they all sat around the table while Miss Joyce got to learn about Robyn and her major, while she shared wisdom with Robyn about staying focused on school. Robyn explained her upcoming internship interview and Miss Joyce said she’ll pray for her when they set out the entrees. They all had gotten quiet as they ate, Robyn decided on a salad, she didn’t want anything too messy and needed something she could speak through. They kept quiet as a new roll basket was set down and Robyn reached for a roll and Chris drank his water. Miss Joyce looked between them and diverted her eyes over to Robyn, then Chris.

“So. You two are having sex?”

A stream of water flew from Chris’ mouth and coughed hard as Robyn stopped placing the bread in her mouth halfway.

1LOVE (THE SEQUEL) - Chrianna Fan Fiction: Chapter 1

Robyn POV

I was up, bright and early on this Monday morning to get my baby girl ready for her big day. I can’t believe it’s my princess’ first day of Kindergarten. Already? They grow so fast. If only she was as excited as I was..
“Reneè, come here.” I sternly stated, rolling my eyes. Any time I would look away for a second, she wanders off. She ran towards me at full force with her hands covering her face, almost knocking me over.
“Jesus!” I shouted, quickly regaining my composure.
“What’s wrong with–” I began to scold, stopping just as I heard the sniffling. I slowly got on my knees, facing my daughter.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” I questioned worriedly, gently trying to remove her hands from her face.
“You gonna move your hands so you can talk to mama?” I pouted, resting my hand on her arm. She shook her head, crashing into me even more. I opened my arms wide, giving her the warmest hug.
“I d-don’t w-w-wanna go mama.” she finally croaked, sobbing uncontrollably. I rubbed her back slowly, smothering her with kisses.
“You’re becoming a big girl now and this is what big girls have to do. You’re gonna like it baby, trust me. You’ll meet friends and have fun. It’s going be okay, okay? I love you.” I assured her, wiping her wet face with my hands. She nodded, recovering from her cry.
I moved her away from me, admiring my baby girl from afar. She looked so cute in her navy blue uniform skirt, white collared button down top with a navy blue tie, navy blue knee socks, and black school shoes. Her long, dark hair was packed in a nice bun. The only thing ruining this perfect picture was her sadness.
“Babe, bring her downstairs for breakfast! I don’t want her to be late!” Chris hollered from the kitchen. I hoisted her pink backpack unto my back, walking her downstairs.
“Good morning beautiful Princess. Why the sad face?” Chris frowned, serving her 2 small pancakes on a plate alongside eggs and two sausages. Reneè remained silent, sitting at the table.
“She doesn’t wanna go to Kindergarten.” I told him, kissing his cheek.
“Why? You’re gonna enjoy yourself. You’re a big girl now.” he reminded her, feeding her a piece of her pancakes. In the mean time, I made her a ham and cheese sandwich for lunch at school and packed a Caprisun, small bottle of water, Welch’s fruit snacks, and mini Oreos.
I heard noises and stumbling from the stairs, to look up and see my baby boy.
“Reyhan, I keep telling you to open your eyes when you’re climbing down the stairs! You can fall! It’s dangerous!” I exclaimed, zipping up Renee’s lunch bag. He groaned, clutching my leg. Every move I made, he was on my back.
“Cawwy me, Mommy.” he whined, opening his hands in front of me.
“Ever seen a 3-year old boy still wanting Mommy to carry him?” I asked. He nodded, doing an impatient dance. I gave in, carrying him while he wrapped his arms around my neck for protection.
“Good morning my love. You slept good?” I kissed him on his cheek. He nodded, closing his eyes.
“Mommy, I finish!” Reneè cried out, gulping her juice. I examined her plate, seeing just a little eggs and a half of one pancake remaining.
“You not finished.”
“Yes Mommy, I full. Where Daddy?”
“I think he went to get ready.” Her face softened and her nose was flaring.
“Don’t cry Reneè, please.” I said, cleaning up her mess.
“Mommy, where sister go?” Reyhan wondered.
“She’s going to school. She’s a big girl now.”
“I big boy. I go too?”
“Not yet.” He moaned sadly, sliding off me. He ran to the living room, pulling his sister along.
Just then, Chris jogged down the stairs with gray sweatpants, a plain with t-shirt, and white Nike Air Forces on. He found his hoodie, throwing it on.
“You’re not gonna say good morning to me? Your queen is invisible now?” I joked, seductively. He smirked and I pulled him towards me, resting my hands on his sides.
“Come here.” he whispered, using his index finger to lure my face closer to his. Our lips met and we kissed three times but it looked like once.
“Daddy! The TV not on!” Reyhan dashed in the kitchen, and we quickly disbanded.
“Your sister not even s'posed to be watching TV! Ren, come here!” Chris demanded.
“But Daddy..” she groaned, stomping to us.
“I don’t wanna hear it Ren, let’s go.” he urged, collecting her backpack from me for him to wear.
“Bye Mommy.” Renee murmured, blowing me a kiss. They walked out and I closed the door behind them.


Chris POV

After a 15 minute drive, I pulled up to the huge school building. There were  flocks of children that looked Renee’s age, dashing into the school  with their parents.
I sighed, getting out of the car to open the door for Princess. She jumped down, clutching my arm for dear life.
“You scared?” I whispered. She shook her head, but I knew she was lying.
“I be ok.” she added, entering the school with me. I dug into my pocket  to retrieve a slip the admissions office gave us when we applied. On the slip, it said her class and the name of the teacher:
              Room: 12a
              Teacher: Ms. Stewart
I scanned the door numbers as we strolled through the halls, to find her class.
“Aha!” I exclaimed to myself, standing in front of the room. The door was open and a pretty Caucasian lady in her 20s approached us.
“Hello! How are you?” she greeted excitedly.
“I’m fine, and you?”
“Good, thank you.” she smiled, extending her hand for Reneè to hold.
“She’s a little scared. She doesn’t wanna go.” I informed her, with a half smile on my face.
“Oh ok. It’s really normal. A lot of kids are terrified on their first day but as time goes on, they get accustomed to it.”
“Totally. I keep telling her that but she doesn’t wanna hear it. Do you mind if I walk her inside?”
“No, it’s fine.” I entered the spacious classroom, and made my way to the back where the cubbies were. I found her name, getting on my knees in front of her to help take off her coat. I hung her coat, then stared at her. Her head hung low and she couldn’t look me in the eye.
“Look, it’s your first day and I know you’re scared. It’ll get better, I’m telling you. Whatever happens, promise me that you’ll work to the best of your ability. We been doing those practice books all summer and you’ve improved. Remember, "b” faces the front and “d” faces the back. You have to write your capital and lowercase letters properly so the teacher can be able to tell the difference. And if you need to add or subtract, you use your fingers to help you. Ok? Behave yourself and stay from these raggedy boys. Stay away Ren. I’m proud of you and I love you so much. You’re daddy’s angel.“ I pecked her on the cheek and wrapped her in a tight embrace.
"I wuv you daddy.” she smiled.
“Can I go now?” I stood up, handing over her backpack to her. She nodded.
“It’s in your bag. Don’t eat until it’s lunch time. Make sure you’re full before you start sharing, if you decide to share.”
“Ok Daddy.” I escorted her to her table, where she sat with 3 other kids: two girls and one boy. The boy was on the other side of the table, thank God. He looked quiet so I didn’t have to worry about him. Well, you never know, ‘cause it be the ones you never expect.
“Bye baby. I love you.” I waved, leaving the class. As I left, I heard a kid whisper, “Chwis Bown!” I poked my head into the class and waved at the little boy who said it.
“Thank you Mr. Brown.” Ms. Stewart grinned.
“No problem.” I jogged to my car, speeding off to the house.

Reneè POV
“You baby. Why you need your daddy to come in here?” One of the girls at my table said. I glared at her, keeping quiet.
“That’s all the students. Ok, good morning, my name is Ms. Stewart and I’ll be your teacher.” I looked up to see this pretty white woman.
“Today, we will practice writing our letters and our numbers, have lunch, nap, and read aloud.” she explained. This sounds quite easy. Daddy and Mommy have been teaching me how to write nicely all summer long.
“I will give you your workbooks and a pencil.” she announced. I dug into my bag, getting out my own pencil to use. As Ms. Stewart handed out the books, she helped turn to the page we’d be working on. I began as soon as I got to the page, tracing the letters the best I could.

Chris POV

“I SPIDER-MAN!!!” I heard Reyhan exclaim as soon as I stepped into the house.
“What muscles you got, huh?” Robyn chuckled. Their voices were coming upstairs, from the bathroom. I shook my head with a grin, dropping my keys and phone on the table then washing my hands at the sink before joining them upstairs. As I walked up the stairs, I heard Robyn being stern with him.
“Reyhan, remove your hand from there. That’s nasty.” she commanded.
“No Mommy, it’s mine.” he protested. Reyhan is a nice and happy kid, but he can be really stubborn. I bet Robyn was telling him off for the thousandth time about the disgusting habit he has of playing with his private part.
“REYHAN.” she raised her voice. I heard splashing sounds from the tub then I saw his nude little body dash out of the bathroom and into the room him and Chanise share.
“Fuck. This little boy gets on my nerves.” I heard Robyn mumble, slowly getting up.
“Stop cursing.” I told her. She gasped when she saw me.
“Oh my, when did you come in? I didn’t hear the door.”
“Just now.”
“Oh wow, how was Ren?”
“Better.” She nodded, grabbing Reyhan’s teal Ralph Lauren towel, following behind me into the kids’ room.
“What the hell? And you’re still doing it! You’re still doing it!” she screamed. “Now, when I spank him Chris, you know why.” she turned to me, adding.
“It’s mineeee.” he sang, running to the other side of the room, all annoyed. He let go, desperately looking at me to side with him.
“Robs, he’s a child. They get really curious about what they have. Just leave him to it, that’s all.” I intervened.
“You’re encouraging him? Ok Chris, ok.” she spat, dismissing me. She went to his dresser, pulling out house clothes for him to wear.
“Oops!” he squealed, picking up the pull-up that dropped on the floor while Robyn was shuffling. He tossed it on the dresser, getting ready to go back to where he was standing but Robyn grabbed him.
“Mommy.” he groaned, twisting and turning in her hold. I shook my head, going to our home to lay down and relax. With having kids, there comes a great responsibility, especially when you have two energetic and naughty ones. Three years ago, Robyn got pregnant a little after I traveled to NYC to establish my first Black Pyramid shop over there. I was happy, especially because I’d be there this time rather than what happened with Renee. Right then and there, I knew I needed a boy. On May 15th, I received the best present I could ever ask for: Reyhan Rashad Reuben Brown. He was a little on the chubby side.. weighed more than Reneè when she was born. But he grew out it, and now, he’s skinny and barely touches his food.
Removing me from my thoughts, Reyhan jumped on the bed and climbed to sit on my chest.
“Daddy, I stay with you?”
“Of course.” I smiled, placing his hands on my face.
“Ooh, it tickle!” he chuckled.
“When sister come back?”
“You miss her?”
“Mmhm.” he nodded. Reyhan loves his sister. We had him move into her room because he couldn’t handle being alone in his room. He said he was scared and he was wetting the bed frequently. It was so much work, having to change and wash the sheets over and over again. Plus, we hated that he was really uncomfortable and moved him into hers.


Reneè POV
“It’s lunch time! Eat first and then you get to go play!” Ms. Stewart announced. This is so easy, I think I can get used to this. Today, we traced, wrote our numbers, did addition, and listen to a read aloud. The girl at my table, Bria, is making me feel so uncomfortable. Why does she keep watching me? The other people at my table are cool, but none of us have really talked. Bria is bossy and rude, I don’t know what her problem is.
I opened my lunch kit, and unwrapped the sandwich Mommy made, to eat. Mommy makes great food, even though I’m not a huge food person. Sometimes, it’s so good that I can’t help but to ask for more. I ate half of my sandwich, three of the fruit snacks, and my juice. I placed the leftovers in my lunch kit and zipped it up. Looking up for the first time after a while, I notice that Bria is still mean-mugging me. What did I do to her? All I did was come to school today.
“What? Yes? I help you?” I finally said, rolling my eyes hard.
“Don’t tawk to me.”
“Don’t wook at me. You been look-look all day.” I replied. My two classmates at the table smirked, sipping on their chocolate milk. Bria no longer answered, looking away from me.
Lunch time was over in 20 minutes. People were playing, except me. I
had nobody, so I just put my head down on the desk unto it was over.
“EWWWWWWW!!” everyone screamed. A little boy threw up on the floor. I covered my nose, trying my best not to look. Smarty pants.. He thought it would be a smart idea to jump and run around just after he had lunch.
“Oh my goodness, I’ll call the janitor.” Ms. Stewart whispered, leaving the room. I shook my head, burying the odor as best as I could. I hate seeing vomit. After the incident, the boy was sent to the nurse and no one was allowed to play. It was back to work. The teacher walked by, giving everyone a sheet of paper.
“We’re going to do an activity. I want to see where everyone is at with their spelling.” she explained.
“Uh oh!” half of the class complained. I wasn’t that good at spelling myself. I have no idea how I’ll do on this activity.
“Write from 1 to 10 on each line. So on one line, you write 1.. The next line, you write 2.. and so on.”
I understood, and did what was asked of me.
“First word I want you to spell is "SHOE”. Shh-oo.“ she slurred. I shook my pencil, thinking hard about this. I managed to write what I heard, which was:

1. sHu

"The next word is: KITE. Ch-eye-t. KITE.”
Oh my goodness, is she trying to kill us?

2. KaYt

“Spell, "BLUE”. Bl-oo. Blue.“

3. bLu

"Spell, "SING”. Sss-in-ga.“

4. senG

"Spell, "LAUGH”. Llll-aaah-ff.“ What kind of nonsense is this? What did she just say? I thought long and hard, writing the best I heard:

5. LaF

"Spell, "DOG”. Dd–aw-ga.“

6. bOg

"Spell, "CAR”. K-ah-rrr.“

7. KaRr

"Spell, "CAT”. K-ah-t.“

8. KaT

"For the last two, you will write your first and last name.” For #9, I’ll be ok but for #10, I’m not sure. I don’t pay attention.

9. ReNeE
10. BrAwnn

“I’ll give you a few seconds to finish and you’ll pass me your papers.” I glanced at my paper one last time, handing it to the teacher. After that, my head hurt. I’m more than ready to go home.
“Stand up, push in your chairs. Go to your cubby and get your things for nap time.” she instructed. I did as she said, finding a pink blankie and bed sheet that Daddy must’ve brought. I didn’t even see him carrying this. I patiently waited for my bed to come and when it did, I spread my sheet and laid down.
Once everyone settled, it was so quiet. You could hear what was going on outside. I toyed with my one my braids while putting my two middle fingers in my mouth for comfort.

The lights turned on and Ms. Stewart woke all the students up. I carefully stood up from my bed and stretched. I balled up the sheets and stuffed them into the plastic bag, and back into my cubby.
“EWWWWW!” my classmates sang in disgust. What happened this time? Another boy peed on himself. I just, what’s wrong with these kids?
“Stop it!” he complained, his eyes filling with tears because everyone was staring at him. He ran out of the class.
“Mark!” Ms. Stewart shouted, chasing after him. This is crazy.
“We didn’t even nap so long. How he pee?” I laughed, glancing up to see how said that. I saw a boy beside me, folding up his sheets.
“Hi pretty. What’s your name?” I smiled, trying to place my bed on the stack that was now formed. Daddy said not to talk to boys but it would be mean for me not to respond. How else would I make friends?
“Reneè. What your name?”
“Calvin. Let me help you.” I dropped the bed, watching him do it.
“Thank you.”
“It cool.” Ms. Stewart entered the room with Mark, telling us to wear our shoes and grab our things then stand in line to go outside and play. I wore my school shoes and shoved my sweater into my bag. I wish Daddy was here to pick up my bag. He always does.
After Ms. Stewart handled Mark, she escorted us to the playground and let us loose. I placed my belongings down, reaching for the monkey bars. I held on for a while, and when I felt ready, reached for the next one.
“Huwwy!” someone urged behind me.
“I coming!” I snapped, jumping down. I don’t like being pressured while on the monkey bars. I raced for the slide, joining the line. We started chasing after it other and it was so much fun. Who knew I would like school like this.

Robyn POV

“Don’t wear no damn sandals Chris!” I hollered from downstairs, holding Reyhan’s hand. We were all going to pick Reneè up from school, then do a little shopping after.
“Aight, I won’t.” he groaned, coming down the stairs with a fake attitude. Him and his son had on matching Jordans. I had on sandals.
“Let’s go please. I wanna get her early so we can run the necessary errands.”
“Aight, I’m coming. Sheesh.” Chris rolled his eyes, opening the door for Reyhan and I to exit.
“Reyhan, calm down. You too hyper.” He kept speaking gibberish, spinning around and making noises. Eventually, I got him to sit down in the car and put his seatbelt on.
“Mommy, where we go?”
“To get Reneè.”
“Yay Mommy! She come home too?”
“I so happy.” he cheesed, before going back to pretending he was in an action movie. I rustled his hair, stretching to peck him on his cheek.
“We eat when we get sister?”
“I just asked you if–” I began, but to be interrupted by Chris.
“You hungry, buddy?”
“Yeah dad.”
“When we pick up Ren, remind me. What you want? Chicken or burgers?”
“I 'on’t know.” he shrugged, playing with his hair.
“You know I offered him food at home.” I whispered, playfully hitting Chris.
“He either wasn’t hungry then or he didn’t want what you offered him. Besides, we’re gonna be going shopping.”
“Whatever.” I sighed, locking my fingers in his free hand, as he used his left to drive.
Moments later, our car stopped outside a clean brown building with a playground outside that kids were frolicking in. The kids looked my daughter’s age but I couldn’t see her anywhere in sight. Chris and I stepped out of the car at the same time.
“What about me, mama?!” Reyhan cried.
“Calm down baby. I’m coming for you.” I laughed, removing his seat belt and carrying him out of the car. I shut the car door, holding Reyhan’s hand. Chris, Reyhan, and I walked to the playground gate and pressed the buzzer for us to be allowed to enter. One thing that gravitated me towards this school was its superb safety. Safety and security is everything to me, especially when it comes to my kids.
The gate opened at request of the security desk and we entered to see the teacher trying to round everyone up. I checked my watch and it was 2:50.
“I see sister!” Reyhan hollered, pointing in her direction. I couldn’t see her until the rest of the kids were actually listening to the teacher and standing in the line, but she continued to play “Monkey in the Middle” with two boys and she was the monkey.
“Ha, look at your daughter Chris.” I smirked, wrapping my arm around his waist.
“I told her to stay away from boys.” he seethed.
“Oh please, leave my babygirl alone. It’s not even like that.” I defended her.
“WENAY!” Reyhan called, ready to run for her. He cannot say her name correctly to save his life. He loves his big sister so much. People are surprised that they both get along really well because they say at this age, they tend to dislike each other. That’s totally the opposite for my kids because Renee is Reyhan’s little mama. She tells him what to do and he does it.. well, sometimes.
Eventually, she got her belongings and got into the line. Parents started coming in from all directions.
“PARENTS, SIGN YOUR KIDS OUT HERE!” their teacher waved a clipboard in the air and I tapped Chris’ back for him to sign. I followed behind him, greeting the teacher.
“MOMMY!!” I heard Reneè squeal, running to me.
“Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Ms. Stewart.”
“Hello, Ms. Stewart. How was she today?” I hope she was behaving because Reneè knows she’ll get in trouble by me if I sent her to school and instead of learning, she went to go act up.
“Very lovely. I gave them a little test to see where they’re at with their spelling and to see where I’ll need to start from with them.. and this is hers.” Ms. Stewart handed me a sheet of paper and when I saw that atrocious handwriting, it had to be my child’s.
“On the left is the words she spelled and on the right, I wrote the words she was asked to spell.” she informed me.
“Oh my..” I muttered. She got only one word correct and that was her first name. Chris was standing next to me, reading along.
“How you spell your own last name wrong?” Chris mumbled. I looked down at Renee, and she looked shook as hell.
“A lot of work needs to be done.” I said, and the three of us chuckled.
“Alright bye. Thank you.” I waved, giving Chris the paper. We settled into the car, speeding off to the nearest food joint.
“If you eating that, how you gonna eat a burger?” I stretched to watch my son, eating Renee’s leftovers.
“I could!” he insisted.
“Don’t tell me your tummy hurts later on.” I warned. I turned to look at Reneè because she was awkwardly silent.
“What’s the matter with you?”
“Mommy, I tried my best. I sorry.” she burst into tears. Where’s this coming from? I never said I was angry.
“We’re not mad, baby. This was just to see where you’re at and we’ll help you. Don’t cry. How was school?” Chris explained, looking from the rear view mirror. She couldn’t answer, wiping her tears frantically. Reyhan looked on in shock and confusion.
“Did I say I was mad? I didn’t say anything Reneè, so why are you so upset? I’m not mad. Stop crying please.” I begged, drying her tears with my hands. She probably feels she failed us, but we’re not even viewing it in that light and she’s here bawling. I’m always proud of her, no matter what. It breaks my heart to see my children cry for any reason whatsoever. Oh, the struggles of parenthood..

Chrianna Fanfics Updated List

I added quite a few new fanfics to the list. A lot of the new ones are really good, so please give them a try. Also, if anyone knows anymore fanfics that I might have missed, just try and promote them on other pages and if I see them I will add them to the list. 

Chrianna: - Flawless Dagger (finished) and Dignified Sins (sequel) - Lost But Found (currently writing) and Struggle (currently writing) - Throwed Off (finished) - So Cold (sequel to Throwed Off) - Love… (finished) and Back-Shots (short stories)

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Chapter 15

*Chris’s POV*

Me and my boys were chillin by my car, talking and goofing around. Then, I saw Robyn and Mel holding hands and smiling as they were made their way over to us.

“You two look happy.” Mijo told them.

“Y'all worked things out?” I asked.

“Yeah, we’re good. By the way, thanks for tricking us, guys.” Mel rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, speaking of that, you…..” Robyn started, pointing her finger at me. “We need to talk.”

“Ok, talk.”

“No, in private.”

“Fine. I’ll be back, fellas.”

They nodded their heads and I followed Robyn to the back of the school. She leaned up against the wall and I stood in front of her.

“So, what did you need to talk to me about?” I asked her.

She motioned for me to come closer to her and I walked closer to her, slightly looking down at her. She lifted her head a little to look at me. Then she ran her hand from my chest to the back of my neck before planting her lips on mine. I placed my hands on her waist as I kissed her back. Again, nothing too serious. Just a simple kiss.

Once she pulled away, we looked at each other and I licked my lips as she kept her hand on the back of my neck.

“Thank you.” She whispered.

“For what?” I asked her softly.

“For bringing me and Mel back together.”

“No problem. I know that’s your A1. That’s what Mijo is to me.”

“Why did you do it, though?”

“Cause, I know you were miserable without her. I know deep down you missed her, but you were too stubborn to admit it.”

“I am not stubborn.” She crossed her arms.

“Calm down, shawty. I’m just kidding………kinda.”

She punched me in the arm and I laughed.

“See? That’s what I’m talking about.”

“Shut up.” She glared at me.

“Loosen up a little. I could help you with that.” I winked at her.

“I’m sure you could. But, just meet me at the house after you finish being on the corner.”

“You’re not working today?”

“Nah. Don’t really feel like it, surprisingly.” She shrugged.

“Me either.”

She smiled a little and I smiled back.

“So, meet me at the house?” She asked.

“Trying to get me alone and get a little freaky, huh?” I smirked and pulled her closer to me.

She rolled her eyes and pushed me back. “No, you ass. So we can study.”

“Aight, aight. I’ll see you in a few.”

She nodded and started walking away. I followed behind her, walking to my car. I told my boys I’d catch up with them later. I got in my car and drove to her house. Once I got there, I parked in her driveway and rolled the window down. I grabbed some weed and rolling paper and did my normal routine. I lit it and inhaled before exhaling the smoke.

After about 20 minutes, I saw Robyn pull up next to me in the driveway. She was smoking a blunt just like me and she had her bags in the car.

“Want me to help you?” I asked her.

She nodded and I got out of the car. I grabbed the biggest suitcase she had and carried it. It was heavy as hell, though.

“Damn, girl. What the fuck is in here?”

“My clothes and my shoes, dumbass.” She said carrying the other bags and walking to the door.

She used her key to open the door and we headed up to her room. I sat the suitcase on the floor and she sat the others on the dresser.

“Thanks for helping.” She told me.

“No problem. You ready to study?”

“Yeah. Let me change first and then we’ll get started.” She nodded and ran her fingers through her hair.

“Ok, go ahead.” I smirked, leaning up against the door.

“That means leave.”

“Nah, I wanna see this.”

“Well, it ain’t happening. So bye bye.” She smiled sarcastically and waved.

I let out a chuckle. “Fine, but you know it’s gonna happen soon.”

I closed the door before she could say anything.

“In your dreams!” She yelled through the closed door.

I let out another chuckle and went to the car to grab my books. I got them and sat on the couch. I heard footsteps coming downstairs and I turned my head to see Rih looking mad good. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail like it always is when I come over to study and she had on some geek glasses. I couldn’t help but stare at her. I mean, she’s gorgeous as hell.

I gotta get her to open up to me a little more, though. Why won’t she let me show her how love can be? I mean, I was heartbroken by someone and I’m willing to give it another try. Why can’t she?

“Is there something on my face?” She asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Nah, you’re good.”

She gave me a bit of a weird look, but brushed it off. We studied for like, 2 and a half hours and it was mostly of Science. Spanish got a bit easier and easier, so I was glad about that. Me and Rih closed our books and I looked at her again.

“What? Why do you keep staring at me?” She asked.

“No reason.” I lied.

“Well, it’s creeping me out.” She laughed and walked into the kitchen.

I followed her and she reached in the fridge, pulling out two cans of Monster. She handed me one and I thanked her. I opened mine and started drinking it. She was looking at me.

“So, it’s cool for you to stare at me, but I can’t stare at you? Nice.” I stated sarcastically.

“That’s because I’m not much to look at. But you…….” She stopped herself and shook her head. “Never mind.”

“What about me?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“You know.”

“Nah, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.”

“No, I really don’t.” I lied. I just wanted hear her say it.

“Damn it, you’re good looking, ok? You know that.” She rolled her eyes.

“Maybe I do. But enough about me. What about you? Don’t you know you’re good looking?”

She just shrugged her shoulders and took her Monster, heading up the stairs. I knew she wanted me to follow her, so I did. Once I got to her room, I saw her sitting on the bed looking down at her feet. I sat my Monster on the dresser and sat down next to her.

“Come on, Rih. Talk to me. Don’t you think you’re good looking?” I told her.


“Why not?”

She shrugged again and stayed quiet. I lifted up her chin for her to look at me.

“Tell me.” I looked at her with pleading eyes.

She took a deep breath. “Fine.”

She began telling me about how people used to talk about her when she was in middle school and her past relationships. Including the last one she had with this guy named Sean. She said how he used to beat her, call her names and rape her. I swear, the more she talked about it, I became more angry. But I saw how vulnerable she was, so I tried my best to stay calm.

“And that’s it. People told me I wasn’t and they hated me. So I figured, why not give them something to really hate on?” She sighed and shrugged for the third time today.

I looked at her and I could see hurt in her eyes. I really felt for her.

“Come here.” I patted my lap for her to sit down.

She gripped my shoulders and sat on my lap, putting both legs on each side of me and facing me. I gripped her hips and stared into her eyes.

“Is that why you won’t let me in? Cause you’re afraid I’ll turn out just like them?” I asked her.

“I don’t know. I guess…..I am.” She looked away from me.

“Look at me.” I told her and she shook her head no. “Baby, look at me.” I softly pleaded to her.

I was expecting her to tell me not to call her that, but she didn’t. She listened and looked at me.

“I know you’ve been hurt before and I’m sorry that you were. Those guys didn’t know what a good thing they had. I wanna change your view on guys, but you gotta let me.”

“…..I don’t know.”

“Look at me, I’ve been hurt before and I wanna try again. Why can’t you?”

“It’s different for girls, in a way.”

“Not really.”

“Why do you want me anyway? There’s plenty of other girls out there who would kill to be with you.”

“I want a different kind of female, one that’s not like the rest. That’s why I want you. You don’t take my bullshit and you’re not afraid to stand up for yourself. I like that. I don’t know what I can do to prove to you that not all guys are the same, but all I can give you is my word.”

“Words and promises don’t mean a damn thing.”

“Mine do.”

She slightly smiled and looked down. I smiled at her.

“And by the way, you are amazingly beautiful, Robyn. Don’t let anybody tell you any different. Not even yourself.”

“Thanks, Chris.”

I nodded my head. “So, will you give me a chance?”

“I guess so. But it’s not gonna be easy to make me trust again.”

“I’ll take my chances. You’re worth it.”

She blushed and I smiled again before kissing her lips. Who would’ve ever thought this girl that I had this intense hatred for and worked my nerves like no other, would be the girl I wanna love?

Chapter Twenty.

*Robyn’s POV*

You Mean The World To Me by Toni Braxton was playing softly on the radio as Chris was driving along the highway. I couldn’t stop staring at him. He just looked so good in his suit. It always turned me on how he could go from rocking jeans, a t-shirt and Jordans to being all professional in a suit and tie.

He was singing to himself and I just looked over at him, smiling. I reached over and grabbed his hand. He looked over at me for a second and puckered his lips, kissing the air. I blushed slightly and giggled. This is the only man that could break my little bad gal Bajan side and turn me into a giggly little schoolgirl.

We pulled up to his house and he parked his car in the driveway. He got out and opened the car door for me, helping me out.

“This house is beautiful.” I told him, staring at the house in awe.

“Thank you, baby girl.”

“Damn, boy. All this space and it’s just you?” I chuckled.

“Well, it won’t be too lonely, cause you’ll be here a lot.” He chuckled and winked at me.

“Hmm, that’s true.”

He used his key to open the front door and motioned me to go in first. I decided to tease him a little and switch my hips from side to side as I walked inside. I could feel his eyes staring at my hips and my ass. I bent down and leaned against the kitchen counter, causing my ass to poke out. Chris licked his lips and walked up to me, pressing his body against me. God, I could feel him.

“You teasing a nigga now?” He whispered in my ear.

“Hmm, maaaaybe. You ain’t gonna do shit about it, so it’s fine.” I replied smartly and smirked to myself.

He reached for my hair and lightly gripped it, causing my head to come back towards him.

“You really don’t wanna challenge me, Robyn.” He whispered slightly aggressively in my ear, causing me to shiver.

“I like a challenge, though. I live for them.”

He turned me around to face him and licked his lips again. My attention immediately went to his lips. So soft. So juicy. I traced them with my finger and he caught my finger into his mouth, lightly sucking on it. I bit my lip and stared into his eyes.

He stared back and caressed my cheek before kissing my lips. I rested my hands on his arms while his hands rested on my hips, lightly squeezing them. The kiss quickly turned hot and heavy as Chris’s strong hands grabbed and squeezed my ass while my hands gripped his shirt.

“Ugh, take this shit off.” I whispered against his lips and literally ripped off his shirt.

“You gonna pay for that shit, Robyn.” He growled softly in my ear and slapped my ass.

He roughly took off my dress and picked me up, carrying me upstairs to the bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and I started to take off my heels until he stopped me.

“Uh-uh, leave them on this time, baby.” He winked.

*Chris’s POV*

I kissed Robyn’s lips again and started leaving kisses all over her body. From her lips to her neck. Her breasts to her stomach. I gently gripped her thighs and pulled her closer as I planted kissed on her inner thighs. I’ve been wanting to taste her all week. That’s all I could think about.

I lightly kissed her clit and softly sucked both of her lips before slowly licking her clit. I heard a soft moan escape from her and she arched her back. I looked up at her and rubbed her thigh as I started sucking on her clit.

“C-Christopher. Shit.” She moaned, gripping her breast.

I smirked to myself and continued sucking on her clit before entering my tongue inside of her. I stiffened it and immediately started darting it in and out of her. Her moans grew louder and she ran her fingers through my hair. I felt her legs start to close and I gently smacked her pussy, causing her legs to open again. I really don’t need to be suffocated right now.

“Oh, god. Your fucking tongue, baby.”

Yeah, she know what the deal is. I rubbed her clit with my thumb and continued tongue fucking her walls as her moans turned into whines and whimpers of pleasure.

“Chris, stop. Please stop. I can’t take it.” She whimpered and placed her hand on my head, trying to push me away.

I pulled her closer and placed my arm across her stomach to keep her there. I moved my tongue deeper, rotating it inside of her and rubbed her clit faster, causing her body to squirm under me.

“Mmm, fuck! Chris…..I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum, baby girl. Cum on my tongue.” I whispered against her.

Soon after I said that, she let out a scream and released on my tongue. I groaned slightly and pulled away, licking my lips.

“Fuck, you taste so good, baby girl. Just as sweet as I remember.” I winked at her.

She pulled me up towards her and kissed me passionately. I ran my fingers through her hair and she moaned softly against my lips. I can’t take this shit no more. I need her now. I wrapped her legs around my waist and gripped her hips before entering all of my dick inside of her, hard and deep.

“Shit! Mmm.” She moaned loudly and I smirked down at her.

I love knowing after all these years, I can still make her scream. I held her hips and stroked her walls steadily as gentle gasps escaped from her lips. I leaned down and planted kisses along her neck and chest while her nails clawed at my back.

“Tell me how much you like this shit.” I whispered in her ear.

“Uh-uh, not…..gonna happen.” She smirked.

I narrowed my eyes at her and took her leg from around my waist. She immediately knew what was coming next.

“No, no. Don’t.” She quickly protested.

I ignored her and lifted her leg onto my shoulder, causing her back to arch as she felt me deep inside of her.

“Fuck!” She whined loudly and captured her bottom lip between her teeth.

I love hearing her whine for me. That’s how I know that spot is getting hit correctly.

“I said, tell me how much you like this shit, Robyn Ri.” I told her calmly and kissed her leg.

“Mmm, I love it, baby. I love it so much.”

I licked my lips and pounded her walls faster and harder. Her eyes widened and I felt her pushing me against my chest as her whines got louder. I growled softly and pushed her hands away.

“Stop trying to push me away. You’re Miss Bad Gal, right? Then, take this shit.”

I kept her leg on my shoulder and held the other one straight out, thrusting into her rapidly. She continued clawing at my back and her breathing quickened.

“Christopher! Oh, god. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Cum, baby. Cum right now.” I whispered in her ear again.

Soon after I said that, her body started shaking and she screamed out loud as she released herself. I slowed down and watched her come down off her high. She flipped us over and got on top, looking down at me.

“Now….it’s my turn. Let me show you why I’m Bad Gal RiRi.”

*Robyn’s POV*

Chris don’t even know. These hips can still take a ride. His ass is gonna learn tonight. I moved my hair to one side and teased him by gently grinding my hips against him.

“Miss Ri’s going for a ride, huh?” He asked, lightly slapping my ass. “I don’t think she got what it takes.”

“Oh, little one with no faith. You will learn that your girl is no stranger to the rodeo.” I winked.

I eased myself onto his dick and hissed lightly at the feeling. God, I don’t think I’ll ever be used to his size. Chris groaned quietly and gently gripped my hips as I bounced on him slowly. Ugh, this slow shit is killing me. I wanna fuck the shit out of him.

I rested my hands on his chest and bounced against him faster. The whole room was filled with my moans, his groans and the sounds of our skin slapping against each other.

“Damn, Robyn.” He groaned, slapping my ass again.

“Uh-huh, who’s your bad gal, boo?” I asked him.

“Ah, shit. You are, baby girl.”

I smirked and leaned down to kiss his lips. He pulled me further down on him and I moaned against his lips.

“Christopher……..fuck.” I gripped my hair.

“You’re so wet, baby.”

“All your fault.” I winked.

I slowed down my bouncing and started grinding my hips hard against him. He moved my hair away from my face and gently squeezed my breasts. Our breathing started getting heavier and my walls kept contracting and releasing, causing him to groan louder.

“Ooh, shit. Right there, daddy." 

"Goddamn, Robyn. I’m gonna cum. You gotta stop.” He lightly tapped my thigh and I shook my head.

“Uh-uh. Cum inside of me, babe. Let me feel it.” I told him as I grinded my hips harder and faster.

“Fuck! Nah, babe. Come on.”

“You know you want to. Just do it.”

I kept going until he let out a loud groan and squeezed my hips again as he busted inside of me. He thrusted his hips upwards and rapidly into me, trying to get me to my climax. I gripped his muscular, tattooed arms as gasps of pleasure escaped from my lips.

“Oh, god. Chris, don’t stop, please.” I whined, practically begging him.

“I won’t, baby. Not until you cum.”

He continued torturing me and pounding my walls ruthlessly, causing me to lose complete control. My body started to shake and I could feel myself about to cum.

“I’m cumming, babe.” I told him.

“He kept going until I let out a loud, pleasurable scream and came for the third time tonight. I collapsed against his chest and breathed heavily, trying to calm down as my body slightly shook. Chris moved my hair out of my face again and kissed my forehead.

"I’m fucking exhausted.” I giggled breathlessly.

“Shit, so am I. You wore me out.” He chuckled and slapped my ass again.

“Oh, hush.” I giggled again and looked up at him. “Seriously, though. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me tonight. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you.”

“Don’t worry about that. You just keep being my badass island girl, aight?”

I nodded my head and he kissed my lips softly. I rested my head against his chest again and it didn’t take too long for me to fall asleep. Best night ever.

Bed Peace.

A/N: Since I haven’t updated for y’all yet, I figured you would enjoy a random short to hold you over until then. It took me four months to write and I’m satisfied with it. I hope y’all will be, too. Enjoy. 😊😘

P.S., WARNING: you may experience extreme Chrianna feels. 🙊😻😏

Tick, tock, tick, tock….

The clock on Robyn’s wall constantly tick-tocked back and forth. Her body decided it was time for her to wake up. She groaned softly as she ran her fingers through her long ginger hair. She rubbed her eyes and stretched as she yawned. She looked around her Los Angeles apartment before her attention went towards the clock–2:30 p.m.

She finally had a day to herself. No photoshoots, no studio time, not a thing. She grabbed her phone and logged into Twitter before sending a tweet to her 47 million followers.

@Rihanna: Finally, a day to myself. Gonna take advantage of di$

She chuckled, tickled by her tweet. She hopped out of bed and walked into the bathroom to clean herself up.

Freshly showered, free of makeup and wearing a Marilyn Monroe t-shirt, Robyn climbed up on her California King bed bed and reached in the nightstand drawer for her Swishers and weed. Didn’t take too long before she had her head back against the headboard, exhaling clouds of smoke. There was only one thing on her mind and one thing she wanted to do. Well, rather, someone she wanted to do–him.

He’d been on her mind for the longest and every time she felt the urge to call him, text him, FaceTime him, direct message him or just anything to get in contact with him, her pride wouldn’t allow her to. After that bullshit with him and his foreign exchange student and then he had the nerve to get a girl pregnant?

Every time she saw a picture with him and that little girl, it made her smile because she knew he’d make a great father. But it also hurt her that he gave away the seed meant for her to another random. That cut deeper than anyone could ever imagine. Something somewhere inside of her still didn’t sit right about that whole situation, though. But she thought it’d be best to keep her thoughts to herself.

In the eyes of the fans, she was too good for him. Too high above. She’d be a fool to go back to him. She didn’t need him or any other man. She had the fame, the money and them. Granted, that was true, but those things didn’t keep her warm at night. She wanted marriage, a family. Many men would love to take her up on that, but none of them were him.

Her fans tried their best to push her in the direction of countless men. Even trying to revive “Aubrih”. That thought alone made her laugh. While Aubrey was great to work with music and performance wise, nothing romantic ever sparked between them. He, like the fans, took the songs and performances too seriously.

Main reason she decided to keep her life a bit more private. She appreciated her fans, but too many of them thought they knew better when it was her life, not theirs. Many of them had to be too young to understand or know what it’s like to be in love. What love makes you do, how it makes you feel. How only one person can make you feel so alive, yet so dead. So happy with bliss and joy, yet so angry and frustrated.

She decided to push her pride aside and grabbed her phone, scrolling through her contacts until his name popped up. She took a deep breath and pressed his number.

She looked down at her red colored nails as the phone rang once, twice, three times, four times. Just when she was about to give up and hang the phone up…

“Hello?” His sexy VA accent rang in her ear.


“Robyn? What’s up? You ok? Something wrong?” He asked, causing her to smile at his concern.

“I’m fine. Look….are you busy?”

Chris couldn’t deny that he was a little surprised to hear from Robyn. After their last talk, he figured she was completely done and over him. From what he saw from the pictures paparazzi took of her and the pictures she posted on Instagram, it seemed like she was having the time of her life. Traveling all over the world, on every magazine cover, laughing and smoking it up with her homegirls. She seemed perfectly happy without him.

He, however, was the complete opposite. Granted, his probation being up after six long, tortuous years, being able to travel anywhere he wanted, making music, performing for his fans and of course, the visits from his daughter definitely made him happy. But he always felt like something was missing. Or rather, someone.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Robyn calling his name.

“Sorry. What was that?” He asked her.

“I said, are you busy?” She replied.

“Um, nah. I ain’t busy right now. What’s up?”

“Well, I was wondering if….you wanted to come by my place. We could smoke a little and just, you know, chill out.”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure. Let me put on some clothes and I’ll be right there.”

“Oh, if I interrupted anything-”

“You didn’t, Robyn. I had just got out of the shower, that’s all.”

“Oh.” She chuckled slightly, which made him smirk at her jealousy.

“I’ll be there in 15, aight?”

“Ok, see you soon. Try not to get caught by paparazzi.”

“You already know.”

He hung up and rushed upstairs to change his clothes. Putting on a pair of Polo boxers, he dressed himself in a white wifebeater, black basketball shorts and a pair of black and green Jordans. He covered his curls with a Los Angeles snapback and grabbed his keys and his phone. He covered himself in a black jacket and threw the hood over his head. Didn’t take long before he was in his car and speeding over to Robyn’s apartment.

He made sure to park his car down the street and put sunglasses over his face. Luckily, none of the paparazzi were out and his “disguise” worked for the most part. He walked inside and headed towards the elevators. He got on and pressed the button to her floor.

When he reached her door, slight feelings of nervousness  came over him. He shook his body slightly to snap out of it.

“Come on, man. This is Robyn. The woman you’ve been knowing for over ten years. Just be cool and act the way you always do.” He reminded himself.

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. In a matter of seconds, Robyn opened the door looking comfortable and sexy as hell. She had her ginger colored hair in a low ponytail and he could see the nipple piercing peeking through proudly underneath her t-shirt. He had to fight the urge to stare, but all he could think about was the countless times his tongue and teeth played with the metal bar.

“You made it.” Robyn smiled.

“Told you I was.”

“Well, come on in.”

She made way for him to come inside and he walked in, unzipping his jacket and letting it slide off of him.

Robyn bit her lip as she watched Chris slide off his jacket, showing his muscular arms and his tattoos. She watched him take off his Jordans and put them aside before sitting on the comfortable, fluffy white carpet, resting his back against the couch. She snapped out of her slight trance and got comfortable on the black leather couch, laying down on her stomach. She handed the rolling paper and bag of weed to Chris for him to roll it up.

He gladly obliged and began the routine. Pretty soon, smoke filled the room and the pair were smoking it up and vibing to Robyn’s R&B playlist on her iPhone. Chris took a long pull from the blunt and French inhaled the smoke as he passed it back to Robyn. She took a long inhale and held the smoke in for a few seconds before slowly exhaling it out.

Chris even took a long pull from it and motioned Robyn to come closer. He lifted up her chin and used the pad of his thumb to part her lips slightly as he exhaled the smoke into her mouth while she inhaled it.

When they were done, Robyn put the blunt out and Chris climbed on top of her, staring down into her emerald green eyes. Robyn stared back at him, reaching for his snapback and slowly pulled it off of him, throwing it onto the floor. Her eyes brightened at the sight of the blonde tips that sat at his brown curls. He leaned down and let his lips become one with hers.

Soon, the pair were devouring each other’s lips passionately while she rubbed his curls and his hands groped and squeezed her thighs as they were wrapped around his waist. This is how it was supposed to be. Nobody trying to tear them apart, no drama, no leeches, no attention seekers, no overly nosy fans. Just them. Only them.

She sucked on his tongue softly, hearing his low groans and tugged at his wifebeater. Chris pulled away for a mere second to remove it and planted his lips against hers again. Robyn’s hands roamed all over his tattooed body. She wanted him. Needed him. Craved him.

Chris pulled her t-shirt over her head and stared in awe of her perky, perfectly round breasts, her flat stomach and the Isis tattoo adorned below her breasts. She was always perfect and amazingly beautiful to him. He lightly stroked his finger against her skin, feeling her shiver under his touch. He was amazed that after all this time, he still knew how to touch her and make her melt.

Feeling as though he’s stared long enough, he took her pierced nipple into his mouth, alternating between licks, sucks and nibbles while his other hand squeezed the other breast. Gasps of pleasure escaped from Robyn’s mouth as her fingers ran through his curls. He gently tugged at the piercing with his teeth, causing her to squeal softly.

He showed attention to the other breast while his hands moved down her body to remove her panties. He tossed them on the floor and kissed down her stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel. He grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer and bent her legs back by her head before slowly dragging his tongue up and down her slit. A loud gasp escaped from her lips and she looked up at the ceiling.

Chris flicked his tongue against her clit slowly, torturing and teasing her. A frustrated moan came from her lips and she slammed her hands against the leather couch.

“If you’re gonna eat, fucking eat.” Robyn scolded him.

She heard him chuckle and felt his lips wrap around her clit, suckling it hard and firmly. She moaned loudly and gripped his curls as she arched her back. He sucked and nibbled her clit, causing her to squirm and wiggle her body against his mouth.

She felt his tongue slide into her and dart in and out of her wet canal. Soon, his pace quickened and he rubbed her clit with his thumb while curving his tongue, licking at her g-spot.

“Ooh….fuck! Chris, right there. Don’t stop.” She begged to him.

Her eyes traveled down to her lover. Watching him become so focused in tasting her and so determined to make her come turned her on like crazy. It only took a matter of seconds before Robyn’s loud scream filled the spacious apartment and she came undone on Chris’s tongue. Breathing heavily, trying to calm down from her high, Robyn looked down into the eyes of her lover as he licked his lips of her nectar.

“Still so damn sweet.” He winked.

She blushed and pulled him closer to her before capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. They pulled apart for Robyn to help him remove his wifebeater and Chris slowly slid down his basketball shorts before letting his boxers follow suit, ending up in a small pile on the floor. She looked him up and down, drinking in the sheer perfection and sexiness that was Christopher Maurice Brown. She mentally thanked God, Mama Joyce and Clinton Brown for creating something and someone so unbelievably and unrealistically gorgeous.

From his smooth iced mocha skin that was heavily covered in tattoos. His bright chocolate brown eyes. His freckles that made him so adorable and boyish. His full, juicy, pink lips that made her own quiver–both of them. His body, which was beginning take on a more chiseled shape from his constant performing and dancing he’d been doing. Similar to how his body was in 2012. Ugh, how she wished she could have that year back. Then finally, her eyes settled on the monster between his legs, which rested against his abdomen.

The amount of orgasms, pleasurable convulsions and body draining squirting that his dick gave her…..whew. She couldn’t even keep count. All she could think about right now was how bad she needed it. Craved it.

“How bad you want this shit, Robyn?” Chris asked her.

She looked up at him. Lust, desire and need swirling in her eyes.

“You know how bad I want it.” She replied.

He shook his head, clearly not satisfied with her answer. “Nah, nah. I wanna hear you say it. How bad do you want this shit, Robyn?”

He grasped his dick in his hand and rubbed it up and down her wet center. He teased her mercilessly by just constantly slipping the tip in and out of her, enjoying the sounds of her moans and whines of frustration.

“All you gotta do is say what I wanna hear, Rihanna.” He told her.

“Don’t fucking call me Rihanna.” She warned him with narrowed eyes.

“Then tell me what I wanna fucking hear.” He demanded and tapped the tip of his dick against her clit constantly.

“I want it bad, Chris. I want it so damn bad, it hurts. I need it. Stop fucking playing with me and fuck me like you know you want to. You always talking about drowning in it, making somebody wet the bed, not stopping until 9 a.m. and how you gonna make somebody beg for it. Get to work then, nigga.” She spat, annoyed.

His eyebrows shot up and he smirked. In the blink of an eye, Chris pulled her up from the couch and turned her around. He held her arms behind her back in the prison guard position and plunged into her roughly, earning a loud moan from Robyn. He didn’t even bother taking his time. He stroked her walls hard, deep and rough–just like she liked it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Ease up a little, daddy.” She begged him, trying to free her arms.

Chris scoffed obnoxiously and held her arms back tighter as he continued his pleasurably brutal pounding.

“Nah, you was talking all that shit earlier. Take this dick.”

“You’re so….fucking deeeeep, though.” She replied in a whining stutter.

“You can take it. You Bad Gal RiRi, remember?”

She turned her head towards him and narrowed her eyes again. He removed one of his hands from around one of her wrists, crossing her arms behind her back and holding them with one hand while moving his hand up to her neck, turning her head back forward. He kept a comfortably firm grip on her neck while he increased his speed.

“You know this is my pussy. No questions asked, no wondering. This is mine, you hear me?”

She nodded her head, drunk on pleasure. He released his hand from her neck only to move it into her hair, yanking it back.

“This…is…my…shit.” Chris told her through gritted teeth with each and every stab of his dick, “Let me hear you say it.”

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her voice was just about stolen from her due to Chris’s unrelentless pounding. It felt too good for words. It should be a crime for this to feel so amazing.

“I told you to do something, Robyn. I suggest you obey.” He moved his hand from her hair down to her clit, rubbing it quickly and roughly.

She whined and whimpered, unable to handle the double sensations as she squirmed and wiggled against him.

“It’s your shit! Fuck, it’s yours, Christopher!”

“That’s daddy’s good girl. You gonna cum for me?” He cooed softly in her ear.


“Cum on my dick. Now, Robyn. Let big daddy feel you squirt all over him and soak his dick with your wetness.” He commanded in a deep tone.

In a matter of seconds on his command, she did just that. He held her close to his body while she convulsed violently in his arms and her juices soaked his dick and their thighs. She felt higher than a fan and the marijuana played only a small part in it. That’s just what Chris’s loving did to her. Had her feeling high and on cloud nine.

He planted sweet, loving kisses on her bare shoulder and the back of her neck. He let her arms go free and grabbed one of her hands. He kissed the back of it tenderly and sucked on one of her fingers. He turned her towards him and stared into her eyes, caressing her cheek. He leaned in and planted a slow, tender and passionate kiss upon her lips. She returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Chris laid her back on the couch, never breaking the kiss. Breezy/Thugstopher was gone. This was Christopher. Christopher Maurice. Her Christopher. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist as his lips traveled to her neck. Kissing, gently sucking and nibbling the skin lightly. He entered her once again, this time slowly and carefully. She gasped and moaned softly into his ear as he took his time and worked her body into his first orgasm and her third.

Christopher was a man that knew how to fuck and make love. She loved how he could be dominant and challenge her, but he could be loving and gentle. The bull and the fish–two complete different things that meshed together so perfectly well when it came to them.

When their wonderful session of passion and heat died down, they laid together in each other’s arms–neither wanting to leave each other. And they didn’t. They deserved this. It was nothing but them and the undeniable love they had for each other.

They could worry about everything else later. Right now, this moment was the only thing that mattered. Ironically, the perfect song filled the room from Robyn’s playlist.

Wake up, wake up, bake up

Gotta heat the vape up, let’s get faded

Gotta call your job, tell em you won’t make it

Ain’t nobody here, baby, let’s get wasted

We should just get naked

Cause I’ve been working hard and I know you be on that same shit

Every other day’s a different game that you just can’t win

I just wanna ease your mind and make you feel alright

So go head, tell ya baby mama you gon’ be with me tonight

What I am trying to say is

The love is ours to make, so we should make it

Everything else can wait

The time is ours to take, so we should take it….

Chapter Seventeen.

*Chris’s POV*

I saw Kae whisper something to Jhene and Erin and they both nodded their head before making their way towards the VIP section. Ugh, why not?! This is not the time or the place.

I felt someone touch my shoulder and I looked to see Robyn.

“You ok, Chris?” She asked.

“Not really.”

“What’s wrong?”

“My ex and her two friends are making their way up here. I’m really not in the mood to deal with her and her bullshit. All she’s gonna do is try to make a scene and I’m just trying to chill.” I shook my head.

“I’ll help you out with that. Hold on.”

She walked up to the bouncer and whispered something in his ear. He nodded his head and she smiled before coming back up to me.

“It’s all taken care of. Don’t worry.” She patted my shoulder and took a sip of her drink.

I looked over my shoulder and saw the three of them going back and forth with the bouncer, trying to get in. He kept denying him and Kae glared at me before walking back downstairs with her girls following behind.

I let out a sigh of relief and looked at Robyn. “Thanks, Robyn Ri. I appreciate it.”

“No problem, boo.” She smiled.

I held my drink in one hand and grabbed her waist with the other, pulling her closer to me. 

“Nah, I really mean it. Thank you for everything you’ve done. I don’t know how I’ll be able to pay you back.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “You did my car for free. The least I could do was give my bestie the VIP treatment for his birthday weekend.”

I smiled and kissed her cheek before whispering in her ear. “I wish I could kiss you, but I don’t want our friends staring and shit.”

She chuckled and whispered in my ear. “Don’t stress. I got you.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

“I’m good for it.” She winked at me and took another sip of her drink.

I grabbed her hand and turned her back towards me, pressing her close to my body.

“Dance with me.” I told her.

“I’d love to.”

She began moving and gently grinding her hips against me as my hands rested on her hips. I swear, I can never fully control myself around this woman. Something about her just makes me crazy in the best way possible. I gotta remember not to get too crazy while we’re in front of our friends. But with her, it’s hard as hell……….in more ways than one.

I looked around at all our friends dancing, drinking and just having a good time. I smiled to myself and directed my attention back to the sexy Bajan female working her hips against me. She leaned her head back and wrapped her arm around my neck.

“I can feel CJ growing against my ass.” She whispered in my ear.

“Sorry, I wish I could control him.” I chuckled and licked my lips.

“It’s ok. I don’t really mind. I kinda like it.”

“You’ve always been a little freak.” I slapped the side of her ass.

“I wasn’t always. You came along and fucked that up. You and your goddamn dick.”

I busted out laughing and she joined me.

“Girl, I ain’t got no words for you.”

We were having fun just dancing and flirting back and forth with each other. Mel passed Robyn a blunt and she put it between her lips before lighting it. She took a long inhale and tilted her head back to exhale smoke.

“Want a hit of this?” She asked, passing the blunt to me.

“Hell yeah. Thanks, baby girl.” I took it from her and took a long inhale.

She nodded her head and bent over, grinding her hips in circles against me. I exhaled smoke and slapped her ass again. She was teasing the hell out of me and she knew what she was doing. I passed the blunt back to her before reaching my hand up into her hair, pulling her up to me.

“You think you slick, huh?” I whispered in her ear.

“Hmm, maybe just a little.”

“Come with me for a minute.”


We told our friends we’d be back and left V.I.P., heading towards the back door of the club. I pushed her up against the wall and pressed my body to hers.

“Now it’s my turn.” I told her.

*Robyn’s POV*

Chris grabbed my leg and wrapped it around his waist before grinding hard against me. He lifted my arms above my head and pinned them against the wall. Fuck, he was turning me on. I swear, I’d let him fuck me right here. This wasn’t the right time or place, but it felt so right.

He gripped my leg firmly, but gently and kept my arms pinned with the other arm while he continued torturing me by grinding against me.

“Chris……..” I whined softly as my accent got heavier.

“What, baby girl? You like that?” He whispered in my ear and began sucking softly on my neck.

“Mmm, we….can’t. Not here.” I said trying to get my arms loose. Damn, I forgot how strong this nigga was.

“Why not? You’re Miss Bad Gal RiRi. Let’s get bad.” He bit my neck before smoothing the mark with his tongue, causing me to shiver.

“Chris… Not here. Our friends will be wondering where we went. Come on now.”

He exhaled in slight annoyance and shook his head. “Fun killer.”

I giggled slightly. “Hey, look at me.”

He looked at me and I captured his lips in a tender kiss.

“Next weekend, after our date, you and I can have some fun, ok?”

“Damn, I don’t know if I can hold on that long.”

“You’ll try for me, right?” I pouted and gave him the puppy dog eyes, causing him to chuckle.

“Yeah, I’ll try.”

I smiled and kissed his lips again. He let my arms go and I wrapped them around his neck.

“Don’t worry, boo. You’ll have me again soon.”

“I’m liking the sound of that.” He gently slapped the side of my ass and winked at me.

I grabbed his hand, leading him back inside the club and back up the stairs to V.I.P. All eyes went towards us when we got up there.

“And where did you two go?” Mel asked sipping her second drink.

“Still nosy huh, Mel?” Chris told her and we all laughed.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’m sure y'all had fun fucking.”

“Mel, we didn’t fuck. You’d know if we did, anyway.” I said pouring myself another glass of Nuvo.

“Hmm, good point.”

We all talked and danced with each other some more for about three hours before we figured it was time to go. I hugged the girls and told Amelia I’d call her soon for a photoshoot. I hugged the fellas and told them I’d see them later. Chris walked me to my car and opened the door for me.

“Thank you.” I told him.

“You’re more than welcome. Be careful.”

“I will. I’ll see you next weekend, right?”


I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a hug as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Have a good night, baby girl. Sweet dreams.” He whispered in my ear and kissed my forehead.

Ugh, my dreams weren’t gonna be anywhere near sweet. They were gonna be X-rated. I got in my car and he closed it, waving at me. I waved back to him before driving off. I pray that next weekend can hurry up and get here. Maybe I’ll go shopping with the girls tomorrow. A little girl time is needed.


“Will you get off my case, Chris?” I demanded, whirling to face my annoying stepbrother. “For the last time, I know what I’m doing. I’ve been modeling for the past 3 years now, in case you haven’t noticed, and I think I’m qualified to pick my own assignments without you butting in.” I turned back to the mirror and continued brushing my long auburn hair in quick, jerky strokes, but I could still see him in the glass, standing over me and glowering. His deep brown eyes were having a staring match to my own deep piercing hazel- green eyes. I rolled my eyes and looked away.

Anyone who would saw us together would know that we weren’t really related. But that didn’t keep Chris from acting like the annoying brother he’d been to me for the past five years since my mom and his dad, Clint had gotten married.

He be screening my dates and make sure I got home safe if I went out late, which was bad enough. I’m not even mad though but when he started to butt in where I could go and what modeling jobs I could take, well, that was crossing the line. And the thing was, I couldn’t tell if he was being overprotective because he really thought of us as related, or because of the unspoken tension that still plagued us despite both our attempts to ignore it.

            The simple attraction I had the first time we met never went away tbh. Not that I can do something about it. He had a man carriage now. His heavy dancing routine left him with muscles and abs of Jesus. His boyish freckled face, pink full lips combined with his plethora of tattoos made people look twice at him. Not to mention his dimples…and his smile. I guess that’s was one of the most attractive things about him.

            I knew he thought I was pretty too, even though he’d never said anything. It was the way I caught him looking at me sometimes when he thought I wouldn’t notice and the awkward way we acted around each other if we had to be in close proximity for any reason. We never sat too close on the couch, for instance, because the electrical current that seemed to exist between us flared into life and made sitting still impossible for both of us. I could literally feel the tiny hairs along my arms rising, and my pussy always got uncomfortably hot and wet whenever I was close enough to him to feel the heat of his body and smell his scent. I was pretty sure I affected him the same way, so we tried to keep some distance between us at all times. Sometimes, though, being close was unavoidable.

            Several times on family vacations we’d had to share a hotel room, which was bad enough, but we usually made the most of it. I took one bed and Chris took the other, and we both changed separately in the bathroom, careful that no skin was exposed. I even slept in a full set of pajamas despite the heat. But on the last vacation, things had gone horribly awry when I walked in on him while he was taking a shower.

            I had just been swimming and had water in my ears, so I didn’t hear him humming or the spray of the water hitting the shower curtain. All I could think of was getting out of my wet bikini and into a nice warm bath because the lake I had been swimming in was freezing.

            Chris wasn’t in the bedroom, so I had already taken off my green bikini top, baring my full breasts and newly pierced tight nipples. I walked into the bathroom, toweling my hair and pulled back the shower curtain only to find my stepbrother naked in the shower with the steaming water streaming down his sculpted abs.

            It was agonizingly embarrassing, of course, especially considering the way I hadn’t been able to stop staring. I still blush when I remember the way I was rooted to the spot, my mouth half open – and drooling no doubt – as I looked him over, unable to tear my eyes away. His naked body was lean and his tatts glistening wet, and for the first time I could see his cock. It was long and thick, nestled against one of his muscular thighs like a sleeping snake.

            Chris simply looked back at me, matching me stare for stare, not saying anything. His eyes had traveled over my face and then down to my newly decorated nipples. I took a step back, clutching my blue and yellow beach towel to my chest and wishing I could hide in the clouds of steam escaping from the shower.

            “I-I’m so sorry,” I stuttered. “I just wanted a bath. I didn’t know…know you were in here.”

            Chris still didn’t say anything though. He didn’t ask me to leave, but he didn’t ask me to join him either – as if I could. We weren’t living in hillbilly holler where such a relationship might be, if not condoned, then at least tolerated. Just because there was no real blood tie between us didn’t mean that getting hot and bothered about my stepbrother was in any way acceptable.

            Eventually, I regained enough control of my motor functions to stumble out of the steamy bathroom, feeling weak in the knees and wondering if it was possible to die of embarrassment. I spent the rest of the vacation avoiding my stepbrother and wishing he weren’t so good-looking and that I weren’t so weak. It was wrong to feel the way I did and I knew it, but there didn’t seem to be anything I could do about it.

            Even though Chris and I had never mentioned the incident, it wasn’t long after that vacation that he moved out of the house and into an apartment of his own. I stayed at home, both grateful to have the house more to myself and feel sorry at the same time because I missed him. When we could get around the sexual tension and the way he irritated me when he tried to run my life, Chris and I actually had some pretty interesting conversations. He could be sweet and goofy telling me his corny jokes that will make me laugh until milk came out of my nose. It was only when he got too close or we accidentally touched that things got uncomfortable.

            It turned out that I didn’t have to worry about missing him too much, though. I was always running into him on the USF campus where both of us were sophomores, and he came back home to visit almost every weekend. Supposedly, he came to see his dad, but it seemed like he always wound up spending time with me instead – at a safe distance, that was.

            Of course, our parents had no idea what was going on under the surface of our happy family. I was pretty sure it would kill my mom, and Clint wouldn’t have been too happy about it either. So we kept things under wraps by not talking about the elephant in the room and pretending to fight and disagree like normal siblings. Actually, I didn’t have to pretend when Chris started getting all overprotective on me, like he was right now.

            “I’m telling you, Sis,” he said sarcastically. “That part of town isn’t safe. How do you know it’s a legitimate modeling shoot and not one of those skanky porn things like on the Internet? You know, where they lure in innocent college girls and get them drunk before they start taking pictures and videos?”

            “Your concern is touching, Christopher. Almost as touching as your faith in my intelligence,” I snarled as the brush snagged a knot in my hair. He just rolled his eyes. “But I’ll have you know this isn’t for any kind of Internet thing. It’s an open call for an exercise book – they need pictures of models to illustrate the different exercises. How…bad…can…it…be?” With each word, I yanked the brush a little harder. Damn it, it was really stuck.

            “Here, stop that – you’re going to pull out all your hair, and then nobody will want you in their book.” Chris took the handle from my hand, careful not to touch me as he did, and gently began working to free the brush. “I know you’re not stupid, Robs,” he said, his deep voice becoming a little softer. “I just…worry about you. You’re so…well, your beauty could make you a target,” he ended lay.

            “You think I’m beautiful?” I asked, looking up at him. My heart began to pound against my ribs.

            Chris looked uncomfortable. “Well, I mean, you are a model.”

            “I’m just doing it to get through school, College IS expensive” I reminded him. “And that doesn’t answer my question.”

            “You don’t know what people in this city are capable of,” he said, ducking the question again. He had the brush free of my hair now, and he was passing it back and forth between his big hands with nervous energy. “I do.”

            His refusal to answer my question stung. “What, just because you’re prelaw and you’ve been clerking at the DA’s office, you think you’re the only one with the lowdown on Tampa’s crime rate?” I asked, snatching the brush from him. “I have news for you, Mr. Big-shot Soon-to-be Attorney: I carry my pepper spray with me everywhere, and I always check out an assignment before I take it.”

            His face darkened. “Your pepper spray wouldn’t do much good if they slipped something on your drink or what not. You wind up in the wrong place at the wrong time and some of these lowlifes would have you out of your clothes in a minute.”

            There he went, being a possessive asshole again. Suddenly, I wanted to make him as mad as he made me. “Listen, Christopher,” I told him. “I’m very careful about the kind of shoots I take. But let me tell you something; if I wanted to pose nude, I would. And there wouldn’t be a damn thing you could do to stop me.”

            “You wouldn’t,” he growled.

            “Would and could.” I smacked the brush down on my dresser and surveyed myself once more in the mirror, ignoring the black look he was giving me. My blouse was a vivid emerald green that brought out my eyes, and my thin black pencil skirt showed off my long flawless legs to perfection. I looked good and I knew it. I didn’t need a jerk like my stepbrother to tell me I was pretty. And I certainly didn’t need him telling me what to do. “I’m leaving,” I informed him. “I have to go now or I’m going to be late – and it’s not like I’m the only model trying for this.”

            “Fine, then. I’m going with you.” To my intense irritation, he followed me as I left my bedroom and headed for the front door.

            I turned and glared at him as I stepped out the door. “You’re not welcome and you’re not coming, Christopher. Now go back in the house and leave me alone.”

            “Yo, chill out with the government and I’m coming and that’s the end of it,” he growled.

“The least I can do is to drive you there and back – to be sure you get home in one piece.”

            “You mean to be sure nobody slips stupid little me a roofie and takes advantage of me,” I flared.

            The corner of Chris’ full mouth twisted down. “Again, I never said you were stupid, Rob. I said I was worried about you. Be fair. The part of Channelside you’re going to is full of empty warehouses and dark alleys. It’s not safe for a woman alone – any woman.”

            “Fine.” I sighed, giving in at last only because I knew I would never hear the end of it if I refused to let him take me. “But don’t think you can dictate to me the kind of assignments I take. If it looks like a good shoot and they want me, I’m taking it.”

            “We’ll see about that.” He slid into one side of his red Accord and I slid in the other. I fastened my seat belt, hoping our argument hadn’t made me too late to get this assignment. Suddenly, I wished it was more than an exercise book – wished that it did involve some nude work. Wouldn’t that teach Chris a lesson? Of course, I had never done anything like that before, and despite my threat to my annoying stepbrother, I didn’t know if I would be willing to take my clothes off for the camera. Still, it would serve him right if I did, wouldn’t it? But the most they would probably ask was for me to put on a tight-fitting leotard so they could see what muscle groups were being worked in the exercise they were trying to illustrate. Although, knowing Chris, he would probably even make a fuss about that. What was wrong with him; why did he always have to be such a domineering jerk?

            Fuming, I crossed my arms over my chest and watched the city roll by outside my window, wishing I could find a way to teach Chris he couldn’t run my life.

Chapter Fifteen.

*Robyn’s POV*

“Yes, yes. Perfect. Stay just like that.” The photographer told me as I posed.

I was dressed in a black leotard, a black jacket, black heels and a black beret-like hat. I also had on this short, curly blonde wig. I looked like a little French girl. I liked it, though. It was different. We were doing shots up on the rooftop before doing inside shots.

I smiled in some pictures as I posed and kept a serious face in the others. Once we were finished outside, we walked downstairs to the inside of the building.

“Ok, now we’re gonna do some shots on the couch. Change into the black dress for me, ok?” He told me and I nodded my head.

I went into the dressing room and took off the blonde wig, shaking my hair a little. As I was taking off everything, I heard my phone ring. I reached into my purse for my phone and looked at the screen. It was a text from Chris.

From Breezy:

Hey, Robs. I know it’s only been a few hours since we saw each other, but I was wondering if I could come over for a little bit. Chat with you for a little.

I smiled to myself and replied to his text.

To Breezy:

Sure, you can. I’m in the middle of my photoshoot, but I should be done soon. I’ll call you when I get home and give you the address :)

I put my phone back in my purse and grabbed the black dress before slipping it on. It was long, strapless and had a nice white rose design at the bottom on the left side. I came out of the dressing room and sat down at the makeup area. One lady was freshening up my makeup while the other was fixing my hair.

Once all of that was complete, I walked over to the little couch and sat down, spreading my hands on either side.

“Yes, now keep your hands just like that and turn your head slightly to the left with your eyes looking into the camera.” The photographer said.

I did what he told me and he gave me the ok sign before snapping a couple of photos. Then I turned my head straight forward, looking right into the camera and resting my chin on my hand. After a few shots that way, I laid down on the couch with my arm above my head. I must admit, I like modeling and doing photoshoots. I might consider doing them more often.

Once I was completely done with my photoshoot, he told me he would email the pictures to me and the magazine should be out in about three weeks. I thanked him and walked out with my purse on my arm as I put on my shades and walked to my car. I got in and started it up before driving off. I dialed Chris’s number and put him on speakerphone.

“Hello?” He answered.

“Hey, Breezy.” I smiled.

“Hey, Robs. What’s up?”

I frowned slightly at the sound of his voice. He sounds a little sad. “I just got out of my photoshoot. I’m on my way home, but are you ok? You sound a little funny.”

“I’m alright.”

“Breezy boo, I know you. I know when you’re not ok. Look, I should be home in about 15-20 minutes. Come on over, I’ll roll up some blunts and we can talk, ok?”

“Sounds good.”

“Alright, see you soon.”

We hung up and I ran my fingers through my now loose curls. I wonder what’s up with him? Once I got to the house, I unlocked the door and sat my keys on the coffee table. I took off my heels and carried them in my hand as I walked upstairs. I put them in the closet and started taking off my clothes. I changed into a pair of yoga shorts and a tight tank top before taking off my makeup.

I grabbed my phone and texted Chris, letting him know I was home and gave him the address. He let me know he’d be over in about 20 minutes. I grabbed my supplies and started rolling up some blunts. I sat them on the coffee table and sat down on the couch, waiting for Chris.

All of a sudden, a knock came at the door and I got up to answer it. It was Chris. He looked a little drained.

“Hey, baby boy. You ok?” I asked softly.

He just shrugged lightly and I moved out of the way, inviting him inside. He looked around and raised his eyebrows in slight surprise.

“Nice place, Robs.”

“Thank you.”

He looked me in the eyes and I stared back into his. I could see a bit of sadness and his bright brown eyes didn’t have that sparkle that they normally do. I grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug as I wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands rested comfortably on my lower back and he rested his head on my shoulder.

I caressed the back of his neck as I held him close to my body. We stood in the middle of the living room like that for about 5 minutes.

“I broke up with Kae.” He whispered.

I pulled away and looked at him. “Wait………what did you just say?”

“I…….broke up with Kae.”

I was at a loss for words at the moment. I sat on the couch and ran my fingers through my hair.

“Chris, how……..I mean, what……..”

He sat down next to me and reached for a blunt on the table before putting it between his lips and lighting it up. He took a long inhale and held it in before slowly exhaling smoke.

“Chris, if I did anything to destroy your relationship, I’m so sorry.” I said as I put my blunt between my lips and lit it up.

“Robyn, the relationship was already destroyed way before you came along. This had nothing to do with you, believe me. I just got tired of always hearing about what she needs and what she wants. She never cared about me, she cared about what I could give her. I’m tired of her and her bullshit and I’m drained, to be honest with you.”

I nodded my head in understanding and lifted my head to exhale smoke.

“I understand completely. Well, what can I do to make you feel better?” I asked.

“Honestly, just being here with you is already starting to make me feel better.”

I looked at him and smiled, making him smile back at me. We sat there on the couch, just talking about different things and laughing with each other. After about an hour and a half and two blunts later, my stomach made a loud growling noise.

“What the hell was that?” Chris asked.

“Um….my stomach. I haven’t eaten all day and after having them blunts, I’m starving.”

He chuckled and stroked my legs that were resting on his lap. “How about we go get something to eat from Wendy’s?”

“That sounds heavenly right now.”

“Aight. Go put some clothes on and we can head out.”

I got up and walked upstairs to change my clothes.

*Chris’s POV*

As Robyn went upstairs to change, I got up off the couch and stretched a little. I reached in my pocket for my phone and logged into Twitter. I decided to sent a tweet.

“@mauricebreezy: You got what I need, everything I’m looking for.”

I pressed the Tweet button and went to check Robyn’s Twitter. I checked out some of her tweets.

“@RobRihFenty: Couldn’t forget you even if I tried. And I have.”

“@RobRihFenty: The connection with you is one I have with no other.”

“@RobRihFenty: I want, I need, I crave, I love……….”

I smiled to myself and I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I put my phone back in my pocket and Robyn came downstairs looking good.

I chucked softly. “Gotta be fly all the time, huh?”

“Hell yeah. It’s what I do.”

“Hey, I ain’t judging. Do ya thing, girl.”

She chuckled and grabbed her phone, putting it in her purse. “I’m ready. Let’s go.”

I walked out the door with her following behind and I pointed at her car.

“I ain’t know you was rolling like that, Robyn Ri.”

She shrugged lightly. “Eh, I don’t make a big deal of it.”

“Still little modest Robyn.”

“Shut up, Breezy.” She laughed, gently shoving my shoulder.

I opened the car door for her and she got in, closing the door. I got in on my side and started up the car before driving off.

“I wanna get it customized.”

“Really? How come?” I asked her, keeping my eyes on the road.

“I love the white color, but I want it in black and red.”

“You know, I could customize it for you.”

“Ooh, that would be great. Whatever the price, I’ll pay it.”

“Don’t worry about that, I got you.”

“Breezy… You don’t have to-” I cut her off by holding up my hand.

“Robyn, don’t worry about it. Just go out on a date with me next weekend.”

“Hmm. Ok, you got it.”

I smiled and she leaned over to kiss my cheek.

“Thank you.”

“No problem. You know I got you.” I winked at her before turning my head back towards the road.

Once we got to the drive-thru at Wendy’s, I looked over at Robyn.

“What you getting?”

“Umm, I think I’ll take a Baconator combo. Large with a root beer.”


She held up her middle finger and I chuckled, shaking my head. I ordered our food and pulled up to the window.

“Hi, that’ll be $17.46.” The cashier said, smiling.

I reached in my pocket and gave her a $20. She gave me my change and my receipt before handing me the bag and the drinks. I thanked her and gave the bag to Robyn before pulling off.

“So, you wanna head back to your house or what?” I asked her.

She reached in the bag and pulled out a fry before eating it. “Yeah, we can head back to my house and eat on the rooftop.”

“Sounds good.”

She pulled out another fry and handed it to me. I smiled and took it from her, popping it in my mouth. We got back to her house and I closed her front door.

“Come. Follow me.” She motioned me to follow her upstairs.

I walked behind her and followed her up two flights of stairs to the rooftop. There were two lounge chairs and a table sitting up, overlooking the city of L.A. Damn, it was nice up here. We sat in the lounge chairs and started eating our food.

“I love coming up here. It’s nice in the morning when the suns rising, nice when the sun is setting and especially at night when the stars and the moon are out.” Robyn said looking at the sunset.

“Yeah, I got a spot I visit every now and then when I wanna get away from everything.”

“Yeah, places like that are nice.”

She kept looking out at the sunset and I looked over at her. She was just so beautiful to me. Like, I couldn’t stress that enough or say that enough. She is an amazingly beautiful woman. She looked at me and raised her eyebrow.

“Something on my face?” She asked popping a couple of fries in her mouth.

I chuckled softly. “Nah, you good. I’m just looking.”

She took another bite of her burger and I did the same before taking a sip of my drink. When we finished eating, we went back inside and walked back downstairs to the living room.

“I need to be getting home, but I’ll see you a little later, ok?” I told her.

“Aw, do you have to?” She pouted cutely, causing me to chuckle.

“Yeah, I got a little bit of work to do at the house. But I’ll see you soon. You know I can’t stay away from you.”

She giggled softly and put her hair behind her ear. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her close to me.

“Thanks for making me feel better, Ri. I appreciate it.” I whispered in her ear.

“You know I got you, boo.” She winked at me.

I lifted up her chin and kissed her lips softly.

“You taste like bacon.” I told her, making her gently shove me.

“Ugh, you know how to fuck up a good moment.” She said rolling her eyes.

“That’s what I do.” I laughed.

I opened the door and started to walk out with Robyn behind me. I turned towards her and placed my hand on her ass.

“See you soon, aight?”

She nodded her head. “Yes. And watch them hands, boy.”

“You know you like it. Don’t act like you don’t.” I chuckled and lightly slapped her ass before walking to my car.

I got in, started it up and drove off. Time to go home, do some work and plan our date.

1LOVE - Chrianna FanFiction: Chapter Twenty (Part 2)

Robyn POV

I’m super excited for this party.
“Babe, go check what it looks like downstairs?” I requested, with my voice below a whisper. I rustled, just waking up from sleep, accidentally waking my baby up too.
“Fuck I look like?” he yawned. We chuckled, and I kissed him on his cheek. He put his hand on my bare thigh.
“Alright, Imma go check.” he said, getting up. He wore his Adidas slippers and took off. I sat up and flipped through the channels on the TV. I stopped at “Jersey Shore”. Snooki is my boo. It was 11:43pm. Things are probably still being set up. Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a text from baby:

Maurice: Woe!! Everything is in place! It’s gon be fuckin awesome. :D
Me: yay! Come back up. Lets get ready. :)

I shuffled around in the sheets, getting comfortable. I found myself dozing off again.

Chris POV

“Baby. It’s so-” I began. I stopped to see her still snuggled in the sheets, sleeping. I crawled to her on the bed, yanking the covers off.

“Aye. Wake up!” I barked into her ear. She turned over, holding her ears.

“Don’t be yelling in my ear.” she rolled her eyes, swatting me away. I couldn’t help but laugh. My love tossed the covers off her, standing up. We made the bed, cleaned up, grabbed our belongings, and left the guys’ room.

“Alright babe. I’m going to get ready.” she told me, walking to her room.
“Aight, me too.” I smiled, stepping into my room. I dug through my suitcase for my outfit of the night. A nigga gotta dress fly, especially because I’m one of the hosts. I finally found a pair of light gray Levi slim straight Jeans, one of my Louis Vuitton belts, a red graphic V-Neck Billionaire Boys Club tee, with my Jesus Piece chain, and my new pair of Cardinal Jordan Retro 7s. I ironed my clothes nicely, then laid them out on the bed, before doing my hygiene thing. After brushing my teeth, I hopped into the shower for about 20 minutes.

Robyn POV

I have to look extremely bad tonight, especially because it’s my party. I searched through my suitcase for an outfit. I finally found a white cropped tee by Alexander Wang, white wash 501 cut-off shorts by Levi, with a thin white belt to match my top, diamond stud earrings, jewelry, and my black and metallic silver Jordan Retro 5s. I ironed them, laid them out on my bed, then went into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and hopped into the shower for about 30 minutes.
By the time I came out, it was 12:06am. Have people started pouring in? I wore my clothes then grabbed my curling iron. I went in front of the mirror (in the bathroom), to curl my hair for 10 extra minutes. Finally, I slipped on my crisp kicks and left the room.
The security saw me and let me in immediately. I felt eyes stare at me, ignored dance requests, and felt people tap my ass, as I traveled through the club finding myself a table at the far, back side. I crossed my legs with my hands clasped. This place was turnt the fuck up!!!! Patron shots, GreyGoose, Smirknoff, Ace of Spades, Corona.. Everything was everywhere. It was packed. I saw familiar faces, but not my baby. The crew was there though. I wonder where he is.
“Damn bestie. You look bad as fuck.”
I looked up to see Melissa talking to me. I eyed her body. She looked amazing. I cupped her boobs with my hands, making her giggle.
“Meli!!! Bitch you look sexy!!!” I exclaimed. Her pencil dress exposed her curvy shape and cake even more. Her titties were being supported by her push up bra, really well. To top it off, Mel wore some sexy ass Jays. No, it didn’t kill the outfit. The Jays made it better. Jordan’s Gang all day!
“You trynna get the D?” I questioned, raising my eyebrow. She chuckled, scrunching up her face.
“Na. But I wouldn’t mind.” she winked. “Slut.” I muttered under my breath, playfully pushed her, both of us laughing.
I poured myself a cup of Fruit Punch to get me started. I didn’t want to just start taking alcohol like that.
“Damn, you sexy.” I heard a male voice say. I saw my best friend, Aubrey. We smiled at each other and exchanged a hug. I ran my hand through his soft, curly hair in our embrace.
“You don’t look too bad yourself.” I complimented.
“Thank you. You look better.”
“I know.” I playfully bragged, dusting off my shoulder. He playfully pushed me and I did the same.
“Yo I’m so glad the awards are over!” he exclaimed to show his emotion, over the extremely loud music.
“Tell me about it! Long ass rehearsals! So how you been?”
“I’ve been good. Shot competition!” he called out.
“Alright.” I grinned, handing him a shot class and pouring him some patron. I did the same to 20
more glasses.
“Ready.. Set.. Go!”
I started taking glass after glass to the head.

Chris POV

I was on the front, upper level of the party, chilling with my niggas — Tyga, Bow, Trey, and Soulja. We were sipping on our Henny, talking about general things.
“Pause.. Is that Rihanna over there?” Tyga said, furrowing his eyebrows, looking in a distance.
“Yeah… That is her.. She wit Drake!” Bow noticed.
What?!?! I scanned over the crowd with my eyes, until I finally found her. They were right. She was with Drake. They were playing those hand games that little girls play. My jealousy washed over me immediately.
“You and Rih still cuffed, bro?” Soulja asked.
“Yes.” I responded with a straight face, my fists beginning to bawl.
“You better get ya girl den.” Trey said, sipping his drink. I heard little chuckles from them, as I turned away to approach Robyn.
I dodged and softly shoved bodies unhappily, before finally reaching my destination.
“Oh hey baby.” Robyn smiled at me.
“Get up. Let’s go.” I demanded, getting straight to the point. I pulled her hand, jerking her forward. She rolled her eyes, giving me a stank face.
“Ayo, she’s coming. You gotta treat women with respect.” Drake intervened.
“Nigga was I talking to you? Fuck out my face.” I spat.
“Chris, stop.” Robyn defended. So she defending this boy now?!
“You don’t have to be talking to me, for you to know what’s right from wrong. Plus she my best friend. Have some manners. Now show some respect, you little boy.” he hissed.
I ignored him, grabbing Robyn’s hand as we surfed through the crowd.
“You’re squeezing my hand.” she complained behind me. I zoned her out, attending to the travel. She shook her hand off from mine, walking in front of me now. We made it to where I was situated and sat down.
“So you don’t even check for a nigga before going to another?” I scoffed.
“Listen Chris, if you’re gonna bitch about me innocently saying hello to a friend, then leave me alone. Go back upstairs or go party with a slut instead. I don’t know why you acting brand new. He’s been my friend for the longest. Did you check for me? Oh. Exactly. So if you have a problem with me, move. I don’t know about you, but I’m trynna have fun.”
Shit. She shut me down! I had nothing to say. I licked my lips, then took another sip of my Henny.

Robyn POV

I have no time and energy for Chris’ bullshit tonight. All I want to do is have a blast. I wanna get wasted to the fullest. Good thing Mummy and Momma J are probably in L.A right now, so we can do whatever. I’m happy that Aubrey stood up for me the way he did. I’ll thank him for that later.
I have a weak spot for Chris. I don’t want tension this night at all. Can I just have a regular day with him, without any drama? Is that too much to fucking ask? To test, I gently took Chris’ cup out of his hand, taking a gulp of his Hennessy.
“I hope you’re not mad at me.” he sighed, poking out his bottom lip.
“No, I’m not. Just don’t be doing that, ok?” He nodded.
“I need a drink.” I whispered to myself, getting up.
“Don’t worry, I got it.” Chris suggested, walking towards the bar. I watched as he ordered the brands of drinks and brought them over.
“Thanks baby.” I flashed a smile, kissing him on his cheek. I took it down as soon I received it.
“Damn, babe. Take it easy.” Chris smirked. Suddenly, a figure or none came up to us. I glanced up and saw KaptainCrunch.
“Hey Kae.” Chris greeted, giving her a friendly hug.
“Hey Chris.”
“Nothing much, just cooling.” she replied, doing a C-Sign with her fingers. They busted out laughing. I gave her the eye. She better know her place! I don’t mind giving her another ass whooping to refresh her memory.
“You still remember that?” Chris asked her, all amazed.
“Yup. I will forever.” she beamed. “I’ll catch you later Chris.”
“Later.” he said, sitting back down.
“What does that mean?” I questioned, looking at him.
“Oh nothing.” he smiled to himself, shaking his head before sipping from his cup.
I noticed Cassie and Nicki enter the club. My girls look bad! Ayeeee! When they settled, I walked over there to chill. Chris doing the same with Tyga, Trey, Soulja, and Bow at the other side of the club. Our hangouts were interrupted by an individual calling out:
“BODY SHOTS!!!!!” Everyone rushed to the long tables.
“So who going first?”
“Me.” Cassie stepped up and laid down. One fourth of vodka was poured on her body. Some between her tits and her stomach.
“Who got this one?”
“I got it.” I shrugged, stepping up. The audience chanted. What for? People stay underestimating my abilities. LOL. I dove down to the opening between Cas’ boobs, carefully absorbing the liquid there. I moved to her stomach, doing the same. By the time I was finished, I made sure she was squeaky clean. We hugged when the task was completed, and spectators clapped.
“Nexxxxttttt! A boy this time!”
Tyga, Soulja, Trey, and Bow shoved Chris forward, making him volunteer. My baby ripped off his shirt, throwing it to a chair.
“Who got this?”
“Me.” This female said, winking at Chris, flirtatiously. Oh hell na! I gave that bitch the death glare and she fell back immediately. Good.
“Meeeee.” I raised my hand, biting my lip at Chris. The drink was poured on his abs, and I walked up to him. I outlined his abs with my tongue, lapping up the drink. I made sure to add kisses to the mix as I sucked on his skin. During this, I was hearing him moan a bit. When our session was over, Chris hopped off the table, kissing me. Body shots continued for a while. I realized that I can’t keep hogging Chris, or else he’s going to rebel. He doesn’t like being told what to do, neither do I. That’s why if I restrict him, he’ll find his way to break the rule. Therefore, I let him give and receive body shots to and from girls. I was on my game, too. I got some off me from both girls and boys. I treated both genders as well.
When the crowd dispersed and everyone went about their business, I hopped on our table to admire the whole sight. Damn, this place was turnt the fuck up!! I can’t believe that Chris and I put this together. ‘Hate Being Sober’ by Chief Keef blazed through the whole club. I was thugging, singing along on top of the table with my cup in my right hand.

Damn I hate being sober, I’m a smoker
Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water
But we can’t spell sober
Ballout roll up, when we roll up bitches be on us
All the hoes they love smoking, and love drinking
Anti-sober, for no reason
Cause we can’t spell sober
Ya know us, we smoke strong boy, watch me roll up
Cause I can’t spell sober

The DJ spun “Love Sosa” by Chief Keef, next. Ayeeeeee! I thugged to it, too. You already know. ;) I love trap music.

These bitches love Sosa
O end or no end
Fucking with them O boys,
You gon’ get fucked over
Rari’s and Rovers
These hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that cobra,
Now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa
You boys ain’t making no noise
Ya’ll know I’m a grown boy
Your clique full of broke boys
God ya’ll some broke boys
God ya’ll some broke boys
We GBE dope boys,
We got lots of dough boy

I squinted to see my little brother in the back talking to some cute bitches. I got down and started to walk over to where he was at.
“Where you going?” Chris asked, holding my hand.
“Come.” I chuckled. I pointed to Rajad and we were laughing.
“Leave him alone.” Chris begged. I shook my head, dragging him along. We finally met up to him.
“And what are you doing here, sir?”
“Oh shit.” I heard him mumble.
“Yea, I caught your ass. I see you talking to bitches, huh?”
Chris placed his palm over my mouth, trying to pull me away. I moved his hand to finish my statement.
“It’s cool, but better keep it cute. I’m watching you.” I warned, before we leaving.
“When will you leave him alone?” Chris chuckled.
“Neveeerrrrrr.” I sang out, sticking my tongue out at him. I mistakenly bumped in Ty, on my way back. It then hit me that Chyna wasn’t here.
“Ty, where’s Chyna? Is she ok?” I asked, worriedly.
“She’s good, she went back to L.A. There’s more to it..” he smiled slyly.
“Ok, I’ll call her later.” I promised.
I then approached my celebrity girls. Nicki, Cassie, and I chilled a bit before Nic went to the other side of the club to greet others. Cassie and I drank crazy amounts of vodka shots, glasses of Bacardi.. everything.
By now, my drinks were catching up to me and Cassie and I were swapping spit. I was sitting on her lap sideways, and we were kissing with great intensity. She has good ass lips and is a great kisser! I don’t know how this came about and I don’t see us stopping anytime soon either. Just then, I started hearing voices.
“Yooooooo,” I heard Nicki say in disbelief. Although I couldn’t see, I’ve mastered voices. I know which voice is who’s. Suddenly, people started gathering out of no where. Shock, giggling, and encouragement filled the air. Flashes from cameras and videos were flicking nonstop. And still, we didn’t stop. Damn. The power of being drunk.
“What’s going on? Where’s-” Chris began to say. I guess as soon as he saw me, he became speechless. Cas and I continued for a while before being interrupted.
“C’mon. That’s enough.” My baby commanded, pulling me up. We surfed through the crowd and into a private space.

Chris POV

I was so surprised to see Robyn kissing Cassie. I mean, it was sexy though. Two fine ass girls going at it… That made my dick jump. After staring at them for a while, I finally got myself together and got Robyn out of there.
“Since when you started kissing girls???”
I was so shocked. Robyn never seizes to amaze me. To be honest, that’s one of the things I love about her — She’s undefined. You never know what she’ll do next. It’s like playing chess: you’ll never know her next move.
“Ch.. Chris, I’m bi…” she slurred, drunkingly. Yup, she’s gone. We’ve only been in the club for an hour, you know.
“Sorry, I didn’t tell you earlier. *burps* I didn’t wanna break your heart.” she laughed, poking me in my chest. I couldn’t help but laugh, too. This girl is crazy.
“Let’s go! What’chu waiting for!” Robyn exclaimed, jumping up. I walked behind her (making sure she was ok), as she made her way back to the crowd.
Within minutes of our arrival, the DJ started to spin some Jamaican dance hall.
“Ayeeeeeee!” Robyn cheered, with her glass raised. She sang along, nodding her head.
“Fuck am I doing? Lemme show you a good ass time.” she whispered to herself, taking my hand. Guys and girls partnered up too, pouring out to the dance floor. Robyn wasted no time when we made the floor. She backed dat ass up and began doing wonders.

Robyn POV

When the DJ turned on ‘Benz Punany’ by Vybz Kartel, something went off in my head. I grabbed Chris’ hand, making our way onto the floor, like many others.

Baby you got the pussy weh me looking for
Gyal yuh punany match mi car
So come roll with a superstar
Taxi punany, stay weh far

Gyal gimme di benz punany make me gwan drive it up
All taxi pum pum gwan go cool out
Gyal gimme di benz punany make me gwan drive it up
All taxi pum pum gwan go cool out
Fifty man a rev rev you body
That mean say you pum pum a taxi
Mi fi make fifty one but mi nuh want it
Mi a request di gyal wit benz punany

I bent down before him, backing my ass up. It’s a good thing I’ve been eating a lot lately, because my cake definitely came in handy tonight. I whined my waist to the beat of this song, making sure he was having a good ass time. This was also a reminder that those cheap, worthless bitches he fucks with ain’t got nothing on me. Baby was bringing it back on the other end so damn good, though. He held onto my waist tightly, grinding on me. His dancing skills came into full effect.
The DJ then spun ‘Bruk It Down’ by Mr. Vegas. Cheers and screams from the crowd filled the room. Ayeeee, we live!!! I pushed Chris gently on the closest chair to us. I sat on his lap frontwards, bouncing and rotating my ass on him. Yes, lawd.

Chris POV

I was having the best time of my life right now. Yes, lawddddd!!! Robyn was whining the hell out of me on the chair. Her ass bounced at the same acceleration as the music. If you’ve ever heard ‘Bruk It Down’, you know exactly what I mean. I clung on to her waist, grinding on her back. Basically, it was like she was riding me, but with our clothes on.
My session was brought to a hault, when a light skinned stripper tugged on Robyn. They brought her to the floor again, twerking on her. Another pretty one with a nice body did the same to me. Everyone in the club had their own stripper and we were getting it in!! All strippers were wearing a two piece set with their boobs and ass bursting out. I peeped my niggas Keeis and them getting some too. Even Hood ugly ass. Oh yea, which reminds me: Hood and I are good friends. We just have those kind of brotherly relationships. Anyway, if I was the stripper, I would’ve swerved Hood.
The strippers stayed for a few songs before all going back to wherever the fuck they came from. The bitch I had gave me a good time though, no lie. I think her name was Candy on something.. I don’t remember. I just want my baby back.
Jesus answered my prayers, and Robyn returned.

Robyn POV

I went back to Chris and we continued to dance. The DJ spun “Tell You Say”, “Summer Time”, “Dumpa Truck”, “Freaky Gal (Part 2)” by Vybz Kartel all the way to “Pon Di Cocky” by Aidonia, “Gal A Bubble” by Konshens, “Bend Over” by RDX, and more. Even “Romping Shop”! Major throwback!!

Cah me haffi wine pon di cocky like dis
Kartel spin me like a satellite dish
Deal wid yuh breast like mi crushing irish
Spice I neva love a pussy like dis
You ah my mista
You ah my miss
Kill me wid di cocky
Kill me wid di tightness
And when you a come
Whispa someting like dis
I can’t stop fucking you

to “Bicycle”.

Ride pon di cocky like ah bicycle
Ride pon di cocky like ah bicycle
Yuh love di lollipop
Yuh love di icycle
Mi dun tell yuh mi nuh wah nuh borin gyal
Ride pon di cocky like ah bicycle
Ride pon di cocky like ah bicycle
From mi love di weh yuh tounge
Ah tickle my nipple
Mi love wen yuh guh dung an hold ah Vybzcycle

The club was so fucking live. I think I peep Rajad getting some from a stripper. . I think. I was too drunk. I hope Mummy doesn’t find out though. I’d be toast. I’m responsible for everything my brothers do. All my girls were getting it in on some niggas. Lee, Mel, and Ella.. Ayeeeee. I whined on Mel, Lee, and Ella for a bit, too. Even Nicki and Cassie. Who wouldn’t want a lap dance from Nicki, to be honest? Let’s be real here.
Chris was having his share of the table. He was jumping up and acting crazy. The DJ played the ‘Dougie’.
“Ayeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!” the crowd screamed.
“Chris!” “Chris!” “Chris!” I heard everyone chant. My baby started to hit the dougie and everyone was screeching and squealing. I stared at him kill it on the table. He’s so perfect at it. His dougie made me wet a little.

Karrueche POV

This place was banging. I even saw Jordan. The sexy guy I hooked up with a while back after Chris, in L.A. He looked amazing tonight. I danced on him, and we had a great time. I promised to keep in touch with him, which I really plan on doing. The flyer said that Chris and Rihoe set this all up. Damn, they are live individuals! The strippers, drinks, snacks, and music were off the chain. I was drinking in moderation. I don’t need to make a bigger fool of myself than I already am.
Meanwhile, my crush was up there with the bitch I hate. I just wanna.. Oh my God. I don’t even know. My feelings are just so messed up. I want to move on, but then again, I don’t see why I have to. Rihanna should be the one moving on! Grrrrrrrr

Robyn POVThe vibes of the music slowed down and couples partnered up. I was sitting down, hoping Chris would pick me. It’s like God answered my prayers, and he came. It’s not that I was doubting him, but I thought he’d just continue his drinking and conversation.

He picked me up and wrapped his arms around me, in a tight hold. I was being swayed side to side by him. I closed my eyes taking in every moment of this. I inhaled his fresh cologne, laying my head in the crook of his neck. His hands slid down from my waist to my cake.
“Why’re you doing this?” I asked politely. I just want to know his reason for loving me down tonight.
“Because I love you so much, Robyn. I act like an ass most times, but you mean the world to me. I lost you once, but I will never lose you again. Fuck Karrueche and the rest of the hoes I’ve fucked with. I just say somethings because I get upset and I can’t control my anger. I truly love you.”
“Awww,” I was touched. My eyes were slowly becoming cloudy, but I wiped the forming tear.
“Chris, I love you more. I may overdo things sometimes, but that’s because I care. I get jealous because I want to be your one and only. I’ve never felt this way about anyone else. Everytime I see you, you give me butterflies all over again. Promise me that you’ll stay?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, promise me that you’ll be here for me. Meaning that you even if we can’t touch or speak, that I’ll always mean something to you. Promise me that you won’t let any little thing tear us apart?”
“I promise, baby. I promise.”
“I promise too,” I confessed, kissing him deeply on the lips. I felt a tear of joy roll down my cheek. I truly meant what I said. I also felt some emotion and truth from his side, too. It didn’t feel like a lie. I hope it stays like this for a long time. My baby began singing ‘With You’ to me, sending chills down my spine. This reminds me of our good, young days. This brings back so much memories. I’m so happy.

*** 2 HOURS LATER***

Chris POV

This was the way we were for hours. One of the best nights of my life. Robyn couldn’t get enough of the D, ‘cause she kept backing dat ass up. Although hundreds of bodies were in the room, it just felt like my baby and I. We were free doing whatever we wanted. I want to be able to do this on a daily. Fuck Drake. Fuck Karrueche. Fuck the media. Fuck everyone who doesn’t agree. Right now, my queen is laying right beside me, knocked the fuck out. I had to carry her on my back up to the room. She was way too drunk. Not that I was that good, too. What a night! It’s Robyn and I against the world baby. I meant every vow I said to her tonight. Those were words from the heart. A night to remember..

HighSchool Love - Chrianna Fan Fiction: Chapter 9

Robyn POV

Today was Chris and I’s first official date. I’m so anxious to see and know what our plans are for the evening. It’s gonna be so romantic and sweet with my baby, I just know it. Mummy gave me permission to go out but I can’t be home later than 10:00. If I pass the curfew, she’ll go nuts so I rather not.
I’ve been digging in my closet for an outfit for the past 15 minutes now and I can’t seem to find a thing I’d like to put together. What makes it more difficult is that Chris won’t tell me what kinds of activities and things we’ll be doing. Is it a casual or dressy event? I decided to wear a short, fluffy, black skirt and white cami with some shiny, black Michael Kors flats. I didn’t really like what I picked out but Chris is going to be here soon and I’ve gotta be ready.
After fixing up my long curly hair, I jogged downstairs to meet my mother doing Rajad’s hair. Luckily, this family have been blessed with good ass genes. Our hair is healthy and beautiful looking. We not with that nappy shit.
“Mummy, how I look?” I asked, twirling around.
“Good.” she answered, analyzing me very well.
“You think Chris will like it?”
“Sorry.” I muttered, turning away. Mother doesn’t like when I go in when it comes to making Chris happy, going way to out of my comfort zone, etc.
“And don’t pull that shit you do last time, ok? When I say 10, you better have your tail in her by then and stay. Not like the time you went to his house.” she snapped, combing his hair out. Oh yeah, I wasn’t that slick. Mummy found out that I went to Chris’ that night. She was mad at the fact that I didn’t ask permission and it was so late at night.
“But mom…” I whined, leaning on the wall with my arms folded.
“But nothing, Robyn. Listen to me!”
“Ok, ok. Gosh.” I sighed, walking away. It was now 5:55, Chris should be here in 5 minutes.
I heard loud knocks on my door, making me jump up. I checked the peephole and a smile came to my face. Without hesitation, I unlatched the door, allowing me to exit.
“Hey.” I greeted, giving him a hug.
“That’s all I get?” he said, unimpressed.
“Baby, chill. We’re still by my house.” I took his hand and we turned the corner. I pushed him against the wall gently and gave him a kiss.
“Happy now?” I asked, walking away.
“Nah.” he answered, pulling me back into his embrace. His soft lips met mine and our tongues began to tango.
“Mhm.” I moaned, feeling him push me closer to him. By accident, my hand brushed by his private area. He chuckled, putting my hand back there.
“You nasty.” I giggled, moving away. We started walking towards a train station then slipped into the crowd of busy people. I’ve never been here before. I was frightened. I held onto Chris for dear life. I don’t want to get lost.

Chris POV

When Robyn and I got to the train station, I could tell that was afraid. She wouldn’t let go of me for anything. I liked it. If this is how she’s acting now, I can’t wait to see her behavior during the movie we’re about to see.
“Chris, hurry.” she begged, looking around nervously.
“I’m coming. Why you so scared?”
“I’m not scared.” she lied, facing the floor.
“Girl c’mon.” we sprinted away towards the train area. I could hear one coming and we can’t miss this one. Random people rushed along with us, causing chaos. Suddenly, I couldn’t feel Robyn on me anymore. My heart started to race. Where is she? I hope they didn’t trample over her!
The bum rush began to clear up but I was still nervous. What if she got on the train already? I jogged down the steps and searched for Robyn. I squinted my eyes to see a girl with her head in her hands seated. The girl was crying. Why do I keep saying “girl"? That was Robyn! I ran next to her, holding her close. She slowly raised her head up to see me. I thought she was gonna say something but she didn’t.
“Robyn, why are you crying? Stop.” I pleaded, wiping her tears with my fingers. Her cries turned to sniffles as she buried her face in my arm.
“Chris, th-this guy.. He-he..” she cried. I felt myself get angry. What did a guy do to my lady?!
“He what Robyn?! He what?!” I shouted, standing up.
“He pushed and kicked me on the floor. It hurt. I thought you weren’t gonna come. I thought I lost you.” she wiped her face, standing up.
“Where’s he Robyn? I wanna hurt him.” I growled, pacing back and forth.
“Calm down. I don’t care, as long as you’re here. I still want to continue or date.” she weakly cheesed, putting our cheeks together.

Robyn POV
I have never taken a train before. In Barbados, we don’t have trains. The only trains there are are the ones that transport goods from city to city. The cut on my knee from my fall stung badly. I can’t believe that pyscho pushed me down! He was acting as if that was the last train on Earth!
Startling me, I felt a heavy vibration from the ground and cold breeze. Everyone else, including Chris, seemed immune to it except me.
“Chris, what’s that?” I questioned, clutching his arm.
“The train is coming girl. Calm ya tits.” he laughed at me, grabbing my head. As soon as the train stopped, we ran inside and took the last two seats. I cuddled into Chris, resting my leg in between his. The train doors closed, moving away.
“Is it a long ride?”
“Kinda.” he shrugged, fixing my hair. There were a bunch of people on this cart but it felt like just us. As I read the signs, Chris started moving around a lot. I turned to see what was the matter.
He now had his sweater on his lower body, with his hand on top. Why he look so suspicious? I didn’t get it.
“Um.. Is everything ok?”
“Uh, yeah.” he replied. I returned to reading the interesting posters but was interrupted again.
“Chris, what is your problem-oh my God.” I gasped, seeing a huge bulge through his pants. He was just there, acting all shy and covering it.
“Why are you shy? It’s fine. I have a brother, don’t I?”
“What do you mean?”
“All that stuff happens with him all the time. It’s natural for y’all to have morning wood, get hard, and all right?” I wondered to him quietly.
“Yeah. But isn’t he just 9?” he furrowed his eyebrows at me. I giggled.
“Yeah. But he’s going to be a big boy. One time, I was flipping through the channels and there was this woman in a bikini, his mouth dropped and things started to rise.” I busted out laughing.
“EW, ugh.” Chris whined.
“Shut up. Why you hard but you don’t see anything sexy and it’s not morning?”
“Your leg is between mine and we’re cuddling now, aren’t we? Why, you wanna feel it?” he smirked.
“I felt it already in the park remember? When you forced me to!” I poked his nose.
“It got way bigger though.” I mumbled to myself, hoping he didn’t hear me.
“Nothing.” I blurted out.
“No, tell me.” he grabbed my arms tightly.
“If you don’t tell me, I won’t let you go.” he warned, squeezing him.
“Ow!” I pouted, biting my lip. He had some type of grip on them.
“Ok, ok, ok! I said it got way bigger, happy?” I rolled my eyes, snatching my hands.
“Oh. Well then.. So I must’ve been small before?”
“No.” I replied, expecting more questions that I didn’t want to answer.
“But you-”
“Lemme just say it and I don’t wanna talk anymore about it: You have a very huge penis that was big when I saw it a few weeks ago but got a whole lot bigger. Ok? Ok.” I said once and for all. I watched how a Kool Aid grin formed on his face.
“Why thank you, Fenty.”
“Why do boys get hype over that? Makes no sense.” I rolled my eyes, fussing.
“Because it’s good to know. Isn’t sex important to y’all women?”
“Not me. Well, not yet.”
“How long do you wanna be a virgin for Robyn?”
“I don’t know. . College?” I said uncertainly.
“What if we don’t go to the same college?”
“Then someone else gets it.” I winked with a chuckle, standing up.
“Oh yeah? We’ll see.” Chris followed, pressing my body on his. I felt his breathing on my neck and lips just a few inches away. I closed my eyes, falling on his lap. It’s like Chris made sure I was sitting right on top of it.
“You like how that feels?” he asked seductively into my ear. Now, we were the only ones in the cart.
“Mhmmmm.” I moaned when his tongue licked my neck. I opened my eyes immediately. Chris always does this to me! He always puts me in this position where I want to have sex.
I have to stand my ground, I must. I jumped up and sat away. I couldn’t say anything, I just looked away from him with my arms folded.

Chris POV

Damn, I always let my dick get the best of me. I need to realize that Robyn’s not that type of girl. She’s no easy and she’s not ready. She’s not Jasmine either. I started to feel really bad and embarrassed for what I had done. The fact that she had to move away and sit somewhere else says alot. It became silent between us. The only sound was the train accelerating fast through the tracks and our cart rocking back and forth.
“It’s the next stop.” I alerted her lowly.
“Oh.” We approached our stop and we got up at the same time. The cart doors swung away and we jumped out. There were a whole bunch of people just like the last station. Robyn started to near me and she had that look of fear on the face again. I ran up the stairs to get to the regular streets. She was on my tail so she couldn’t get lost.
“Here we are.. Downtown Virginia.” I admired, staring at the tall buildings, bright lights, and zooming cars.
“Wow.” she marveled, looking on with me.
“Now lets go about our bidness.” I announced with a clap, grabbing her and running. The movie theatre was just 3 blocks away.
“Wait!” Robyn shouted, stopping in front of a street vendor. I sprinted back, dodging a couple of bodies.
“I want two Skittles, two Cinnamon pretzels, and-”
“But we’re going to eat where we’re going.” I interrupted her order.
“I’m hungry though.”
“But we’re going to eat where-”
“But baby..” she whined, resting her hand on my chest.
“Ugh, ok.” I groaned, fishing through my pockets for money.
“And two Arizonas.” she concluded.
“How much will that be?” I asked.
“Alright.” I shrugged, pulling out a stack of money. Robyn looked so shocked.
“No I’m paying.” she pushed me out of the way.
“Babe, I’m paying.”
“No, I am. I don’t need no nigga buying shit for me.” she sucked her teeth.
“First of all, I’m not a random nigga. I’m your boyfriend and I’m supposed to spoil you. You’re on a date with me.” I corrected factually. She stood to the side quietly. I held the bag and we continued on our journey.
“Where’d you get all that money from Chris? Are you stealing?”
“No! I just earned it..”
“By doing what?”
“Grinding, ok. I don’t wanna answer anymore questions.”
We made it to the AMC Movie Theatre, holding hands. For just a few minutes, we had to wait on line to get tickets.
“Wow, a movie theatre. I’ve never been here before!” Robyn cheered. I laughed at her. It’s really sad that she’s never been to here.
“Two tickets to see.. Project X.” I requested over the counter. I glanced to my side to realize Robyn wasn’t there anymore.
“How old are y’all?”
“Both 15.”
“That’ll be $20.00 sir.” I handed her a $20 then returned to Robyn’s side with our tickets. I met her telling a mother that her son was so cute.
“Babe lets go.”
“Oh my God. He was so cuutee with his big cheeks and soft hair.” she cooed, cheesing from ear to ear as we walked. I chuckled at her, turning to the movie room.
“This movie is 1 hour and thirty minutes.” I informed her, finding perfect seats. I didn’t want to be too close but not too far.
“How ‘bout here?” she pointed to a middle row.
“Perfect.” I smiled, sitting down next to her. I pulled out our snacks from the bag and she started eating away.
“If you’re eating now, what are you gonna eat during the movie?”
“My boyfriend will get me more.” she shrugged, biting her pretzel.
“Mhm.” I made a face, taking a bite out of her pretzel. The next thing you know, this girl started whining.
“You have yours.” she complained. I snatched her pretzel and gave her mine.
“Yay!” she exclaimed, leaning on me. The movie was going to start soon.


“That movie was great! I can’t believe that boy had a huge party when his parents left! Mummy would kill me!” she reasoned.
“Mine too. Me, you, and the rest of our friends should plan a big ass party like that for Spring Break!” I proposed, using my jacket to cover her.
“That would be awesome but my mom can’t be anywhere in town.”
“Mine too. Let’s go eat.” We exited the theatre and crossed the street to VA’s BBQ.
“You ready to chow down?” I smirked, going up the escalator.
“What time is it Chris?!”
“Uh.. 8:30. Why?”
“Cause I have to be home by 10. Mummy found out about me going to your house that night and I got yelled at.” she rolled her eyes, getting off the escalator.
“Table for 2.” I requested and was shown to a good area.
“Feel free to order whatever you want.” I told her. She nodded, scanning through the menu.
“And don’t get salad. I like girls who can cook and eat.”
“I think I know what I want.”
“What’s that?”
“Number 6 - 15 barbecue wings with fried rice and a side of Cookies and Cream Ice Cream.” she slurped.
“Imma get the same thing but with fries instead.” I closed my menu and raised my hand. With my free hand, I held onto Robyn’s that was on the table.
“May I take your order?” A black woman rushed to me, beaming.
“Two number 6’s. But one with fries instead.”
“Ok, what would you like to drink?” she asked, writing away. I looked at Robyn for an answer.
“Fruit Punch.”
“So that’ll be two fruit punches.”
“Ok, thank you for coming to VA’s BBQ.” she shook my hand before walking away.
“Chris, why you keep copying me?” Robyn joked.
“Cause what you nigga?”
“What I said about you calling me a nigga? Nigga.”
“We all niggas in here.” Robyn pointed out, earning stares from white people. I busted out laughing.
In less than 10 minutes, our food and drinks came.
“WOAH! So much!” she gasped at the humongous plate before her.
“I might not be able to finish this.” she added.
“It’s ok. You’ll do Take-Away.” I advised, munching on my fries. She agreed, eating as much as she could. We engaged in an interesting conversation, allowing time to pass.

Robyn POV

My date with Chris today was amazing. At first, it was mixxy because of the train situation and my fear but overall — spectacular. I loved the food. It was so much and didn’t complicate Chris’ budget at all. Well, it didn’t seem like he had a budget at all. I still wanna know where he got all that money from and why he didn’t tell me about his job.
“Today was so much fun baby.” I sang out, nearing my house. It was 9:45 now.
“Tomorrow we’ll have another but shorter. I need to show you a place.”
Now I have something to look forward to! I stopped walking when we reached in front of my house.
“So I guess this is where we say goodbye.” he pulled me close, holding my waist.
“Thank you so much for today. It was amazing.” I smiled, kissing his lips. He tapped my ass before I started climbing the steps to the door.
“Bye baby.” he waved, walking backwards.
“Bye.” I returned the gesture, entering my house. What a day. :)

Chapter 25

*Robyn’s POV*

After Mia’s dance class, we told her what happened and immediately hopped in her car, driving to the hospital. My mind couldn’t stop racing and thinking about the worst case scenario. I couldn’t stop fidgeting and shaking. Mel sat with me in the backseat and rubbed my back, trying to calm me down. I just hope Chris is ok.

Once we pulled up to the hospital, we walked inside and I saw Mijo walking down the hallway. Once he got to us, me and Mel gave him a hug.

“Are you guys ok?” I asked him.

“We’re fine for the most part.” He replied.

“What happened?” Mel asked him.

“We were all coming from playing basketball and we were just riding down the road and a SUV rammed into us on Chris’s side. August and Tyga were in the back, so they didn’t have any injuries or nothing. I only hit my head, so I got a bit of a headache. Breezy injured his leg and hit his head. Since it was on his side, it knocked him out for a few minutes.”

“Oh, my god.” Tears filled my eyes and I just shook my head.

“Rih, he’s good now. He’s in a bit of pain, but he’s good.”

“Did you guys see the kind of SUV that hit you?” Mia asked.

“I didn’t, but maybe August or Tyga did.”

“Come on, let’s go see them.” I told him.

We followed Mijo down the hallway and walked into the room to see August, Tyga and Chris talking. As soon as I saw Chris, emotion took over again and more tears filled my eyes.

“Robyn. Don’t cry, baby girl. I’m ok. Come here.”

I shook my head. I was afraid to touch him and make things worse.

“Y’all, can you give me and Robyn a moment?” Chris asked.

They all nodded their head and began to make their way out the room. Tyga and August gave me a hug before they left. It was just me and Chris in the room. I looked down, avoiding eye contact as he just stared at me.

“Robyn, come here.” He told me yet again.

I just shook my head again.

“Baby girl, come here. Please.” He demanded in a sweet, yet authoritative tone.

I listened to him and slowly approached his bedside, keeping my eyes to the floor. He grabbed my hand and sweetly rubbed his cheek against it before planting a kiss on the back of it.

“Look at me, Robyn.”

I slowly lifted my head up and looked at him. He had a bruise on his forehead, but he still managed to look so cute.

“I’m ok, baby girl. I am, trust me. Come here.” 

He pulled me towards him and hugged me as tight as he could. I hugged him back just as tight and cried on his shoulder. He just rubbed my back and allowed me to sob on his shoulder. After five minutes, I sat down next to him and dried my tears.

“I was so scared. When I heard y’all were in an accident, my mind went to the worst place imaginable.” I admitted to him.

“I can imagine. But, I’m telling you. I’m gon’ be aight. I’ve encountered worst situations than this.”

“Whatever you need help with, I got you.”

“I appreciate that, baby girl. I love you.”

“I love you too, Christopher.”

I kissed his lips softly and he carefully moved over for me to lay down next to him. I placed my head against his shoulder and he kissed my cheek while holding my hand in his. A knock came at the door and Chris told them to come on in. August, Mijo, Tyga, Mel and Mia all walked in the room.

“Aww, look at the happy couple.” Mia gushed.

“You know, that could be us if you stop playing.” August told her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“August, we’re not going there right now. Y’all just got out of an accident.”

“Exactly. Chill. Nigga just escaped death and still thinking about pussy.” Mijo stated, causing all of us to laugh.

“Speaking of which, Tyga and August, did y’all happen to see the car that hit y’all?” I asked them.

“I didn’t.” Tyga replied.

“However, I did.” August replied. “It was a black 2008 Navigator.”

Black 2008 Navigator? I gasped to myself and my eyes widen when I figured it out. There’s only one person I know that drives that car. Andrew

“Something wrong, Rih?” Tyga asked me.

I snapped out of it and shook my head. “Um, no. I’m good.” I lied.

Anger, rage, frustration and all things evil ran through my head. This son of a bitch. It’s one thing to damn near ruin my life when we were together, but now he’s messed with my man. Time for Bad Gal to make another appearance for old times sake.

After spending an hour with Chris, it was time for us to go. I insisted on staying and Chris kept trying to get me to go home and saying he’d be fine. After going back and forth a few times, he eventually gave up and allowed me to stay with him. Luckily, the bed was big enough for us both.

I told Chris I would be right back and I walked out of the room, calling Tyga, Mijo and August over to me.

“Guys, I need you.” I told them.

“What’s up, Rih?” Mijo asked.

“I know who drives the car that hit y’all. That was my crazy ass ex boyfriend.”

“Wait, what? How does he even know ‘bout Breezy?” August asked.

“He was following me and even had the nerve to pop up at my house one day, talking about he wants me back and how he should show Chris a lesson about messing with ‘what’s his’. I threatened to kill him myself if he even thought about it and he fucking does this shit. I’m pissed off and ready to go out for blood. I wanna deal with him myself, but I need some muscle. Think y’all can help me out?”

“I’m down.” Tyga nodded.

“Shit, me too.” August dapped me.

“You already know I am. Question is, when do we strike?” Mijo asked, raising his eyebrow.

“I was thinking this Saturday, around 10:00. Luckily, I know exactly how he spends most of his Saturdays. He loves going to this club called Magnet on 53rd. We hide out there, keep an eye on him, wait for him to leave and that’s when we attack. He only spends about, two, two and a half hours there. Please, don’t tell Chris or Mel.”

“We got you, lil sis. We’ll be ready.”

“Thank you.” I smiled.

I gave them each a hug goodbye and walked back into Chris’s hospital room to see him browsing through his phone.

*Chris’s POV*

I put my phone on the stand next to me and motioned Robyn to come closer. She got in the bed with me and laid her head against my chest. I wrapped my arm around her and held her close to me.

“I’m so glad you’re ok, baby. I was so worried.” She told me.

I shook my head. “No need to be worried, future wife. I’m gonna be aight.”

“Oh, I’m future wife, huh?” She looked up at me.

“Hell yeah. Think I’ma let another nigga take you from me? Nah, I don’t play that.”

She blushed. “I couldn’t let another bitch take you from me, either.”

“Don’t even worry about that. I want you, only you and nobody else but you. I love you.”

“I love you too, babe.”

She caressed my cheek and pecked my lips. I shook my head.

“Nah, you know better. Better give me a real kiss, girl.”

She giggled and sat up slightly before kissing me. Soon, the kiss deepened and our tongues fought, battling to become the dominant one. I squeezed her ass and she moaned in my mouth.

“Ugh, you got me horny and shit now.” I mumbled against her lips.

She giggled and gently bit my lip, tugging at it. “Sorry, babe. But, you know I’ll make it up to you properly when your leg gets better.” She winked.

“I hope so.”

“I will. But, you know….there’s nothing wrong with my mouth or my hands.” She smirked.

“Robyn, don’t play with me.”

“I’m not playing, though.”

She smirked once more and kissed me again. She lifted my wifebeater over my head and kissed all over my chest. She pulled away for a second to stare at my tattoos on my chest.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm. Daddy’s too fine for words.”

She kissed down to my basketball shorts and pulled them down slightly with my boxers as my dick immediately sprang up at attention. Soon, I felt her warm, wet mouth make contact with my dick and I groaned. She sucked slow and steady and I ran my fingers through her hair.

“Goddamn, Robs.”

She started picking up speed and I gripped her hair, guiding her bobbing head. She started humming and moaning against my dick, causing a strong sensation to take over.

“Fuck! Just like that, baby girl.” I groaned louder and bit my lip.

She sucked me harder and kept humming against my dick while massaging my balls. I enjoyed hearing her slurping sounds and watching her as she was focused on pleasing me.

“I’m ‘bout to bust, baby.”

She looked up at me and winked before continuing her pleasurable torture on my dick. Didn’t take long before I came in her mouth and she swallowed, licking her lips.

“Better?” She asked.

I nodded my head and kissed her lips. “Much better. Thank you, mami.”

“You’re more than welcome.” She giggled.

She pulled my boxers and my basketball shorts back up before laying on my chest again. I wrapped my arms around her and rubbed her back. Can’t wait to head back home and I can’t wait to get this cast off in a few weeks. I turned off the light and eventually fell asleep.

HighSchool Love - Chrianna Fan Fiction: Chapter 8

Robyn POV

My whole body was shaking at this time. Should I tell Mummy the truth about Chris or should I lie?
“Um… he’s a.. friend.” I hesitated, stepping back a little.
“WHY YOU STEPPING BACK? COME ‘ERE.” she pulled me closer, forcing me to sit down. 
“Robyn, he’s not just a friend and I know it! What? You think I was born yesterday? Now I’m going to ask you  again: WHO IS DIS BOY?!” she demanded. I can’t lie now.
“He’s my.. my boyfriend.” I sighed.
“Who’s this boy? What’s his family like? How old is he? Does he get good grades in school?” Instantly, she began to ask all these questions.
“His name is Christopher Brown. He lives with his mom. He’s doing better in school and is 15 like me.” I explained.
“You have to end it with him.” she shrugged, eating her food.
“No, I won’t.” I rolled my eyes, folding my arms. As soon as I said that, she almost choked.
“What did you just say?” she questioned uncertainly.
“I said I’m not breaking it off with him. I like him. He’s a really nice guy and sweet to me. Sorry Mummy, I just can’t.” I shook my head, stomping to my room.
Once I got to my room, I locked the door and snuggled into my bed. She can tell me to break it off with Chris all she wants but I’m not doing it. I just won’t.

Momma Monica POV

I know Robyn is growing up and she gets interested in guys at her age. I know that, I was there once. I just don’t want boys to take advantage of her. Trust me, I’ve been there.
I scrolled up into the conversation, reading all the texts they’ve been sending back and forth. They speak appropriately, cool. I just want to know where Robyn has been getting these pet names she calls him from because I never called Ronald my baby! God forbid.
Into the conversation, Chris sent a picture of himself. Honestly, he is a handsome boy and he seems alright. I need to meet him. 
I took my plate and cup to the sink and washed my hands. I climbed up the stairs and into my the bathroom for a shower. After taking my shower and changing into my nightwear, I knocked on Robyn’s door. To my surprise, she locked the door. These children are getting too free! 
“Open this door nuh man!” I shouted. I heard footsteps and the door creaked open. Robyn went back into her bed and turned her back on me.
“No Mummy. I don’t care. I’m still seeing Chris!” she ordered, covering her face.
“That’s not what I’m here about. I knew you weren’t going to listen to me about that anyway. Sit up." 
She looked at me confusedly, wondering what I was up to.
"I want to meet him.” I simply said.
“I need to meet Chris. Tell him to come for dinner on Saturday at 6.”
“What, why?” she disagreed, shaking her head.
“No it’s ok. You don’t have to.” she added.
“It’s not up to you Robyn!” She started mumbling to herself with her head down.
“What was that?”
“Nothing ok? You’ll meet him.” she sighed, going back to sleep.
“Here.” I handed her her cellphone.
“Thanks.” she accepted it, shoving it under her pillow.
“You better tell him about it too, Robyn.” I reminded.
“UGHHHH.” she groaned, sucking her teeth. I smirked with satisfaction, leaving her room. Kids these days..

Chris POV

I made the run to Tyga’s and sold a pound of weed for $70. I’m hype that I’m back on the map. I can now be making enough bread to take Robyn out on dates and buy her nice things. It was now 7pm and I slipped back into the house. To my surprise, Momma wasn’t there. I went up to my room, hid my stash very well, then fell asleep. I found the best comfort in just my boxers.

Robyn POV

I waited a while before calling Chris. I called him 3 times, texted him 10, and videochat requested him 6 and still no answer. I was starting to panic. What’s going on? He never does this?
I decided to take a big risk: go to see Chris at his house. I quietly got up from my bed and wore a pink romper with floral patterns on it and sandals. I snatched my phone and keys from the bed then raised the window. I slowly put my legs out then jumped down. Shit, I was lucky! I could’ve busted the teeth out of my mouth. I sprinted away from home and got to Chris’ place. I jogged up the steps and knocked on the door. I kept knocking and there was no answer. I was so scared.
“WHO THE FUCK IS AT THE DOOR?!” I finally heard him scream from the inside. I felt a sense of relief and bad for disturbing him. I didn’t say anything.
“YO, YOU CAN’T SPEAK- Hey Robyn.” he smiled, realizing it was me.
“Sorry about that.” he apologized, scratching his head. 
“Hey.” I blushed, staring at him. It was still bright outside and the sun was reflecting off his beautiful chest.
Just seeing him in just boxers was doing something to me that I couldn’t explain. Lord, take control. 
Because he was making my kitty tingle, I went in for a hug instantly. He rested his hands on my butt and squeezed it. He closed the door behind us and pulled me inside.
“So why’d you decide to come?” he questioned, looking surprised.
“Because I kept calling, texting, and video-chatting you and you didn’t reply." 
"Awww, you were scared for your baby?” he teased.
“I guess.” I smirked.
“You in a hurry or you here to spend time with me?”
“I’ll take the risk. Go put on some pants babe." 
"Why?” he smirked.
“It’s weird. Being shirtless is fine but I don’t wanna be seeing your youknowwhat.” I made a nasty face.
“You’ve seen the size though.”
“Yeah, but I haven’t seen it before.” I said, going to sit on the couch.
“You want to?” he raised his eyebrow.
“No, I’m not interested in that.” I truthfully answered.
“Oh word? Come to my room.”
“Oh no. I wanna stay here.” I disagreed, flipping the channels on the TV.
“Ok.” he shrugged, jogging up the stairs. In a few seconds, he came back wearing some gray sweats.
“Is this better?” he asked, modeling around in his pants.
“Yeah.” I laughed at his foolishness. He plopped down next to me, holding me.
“Guess what, baby?” I proposed dully.
“Guess!” I insisted, resting my legs on his thighs.
“I don’t know how to guess.”
“You suck. Ok, so my Mummy finally found out about us.” I blurted out.
“Robyn, say "MOM”. M-O-M.“ he advised, in a respectful way.
"Chris, I not American!” I protested, my Bajan accent coming out.
“WOE! That was SEXY! Speak like that again, speak like that again!” he begged excitedly.
“No. Back to what I was saying, my MOM found out about us.” I repeated.
“I know. HOW, HOW, HOW?!" 
"So she said I should give her my phone to check some nursing thing. Then you texted me so she started yelling, asking who you were. I said you were just a friend at first then she started yelling even more and knew I was lying. I told her you are my boyfriend then she asked me some things about you. After answering, she told me I should break up with you. I told her no, that I liked you and you’re really good to me so I won’t. Then she came to my room and told me that she needs to meet you. Therefore, you have to come on Saturday at 6 for dinner.” I rolled my eyes with my arms folded.
“YES!!!!” Chris jumped up.
“Shut up and sit down.” I hissed. 
“What? You don’t want me to see your Momma?”
“Why? I’m not good enough?”
“No, it’s her. She’s gonna embarrass me.” I whined.
“Even better! I can’t wait!” he exclaimed, earning a shove from me.
“Oh. There are some rules you gotta follow: 1) No sagging. Your pants have to be all the way up.-”
“2) No cursing or ghettoness. 
3) Act smart, mature, and respectful.”
“Ok got it.” Chris smiled, sneaking a kiss on my lips.
“If you wanted a kiss, you should’ve just asked..”
“Fine. Kiss me.” I nodded, holding his neck. I brought him closer to me and kissed his lips. I used my tongue to open his mouth and slip it in. Immediately, our tongues started wrestling with each other. I felt his hands creep up my shirt.
“Noo.” I moaned against his lips.
“You always get carried away.” I pulled away, licking my lips.
“I’m sorry.” he looked down, playing with his fingers.
“I’m not having sex soon.” I added firmly, watching TV.
“Ok, I understand.” he nodded. It grew silent for a while.
“I’m hungryyyy. What time is it??? I wanna go home so I can eat.” I stretched, standing up.
“Nah, Imma make you something.” he sat me back down, walking into the kitchen. 


I lost track of time, falling asleep on the couch. 
“Babe, wake up.” Chris tapped me, handing me a plate filled with spaghetti and chicken with Parmesan cheese on the side.
“Wow, thank you. After this I gotta go home.” I sat up, taking a forklift of it. It was so delicious.
“This is so good!” I exclaimed, eating more.
“Slow down baby. I know I’m a good ass cook.” he cockily brushed off his shoulder. If this wasn’t so yummy, I would’ve knocked him off his little triumph there.
“Imma make you a plate to take home.” In a few minutes, he came back with a bowl with food filled in it. At the same time, I finished my dinner. It was now 9:45pm and I hope Mummy doesn’t know that I left. 
I put on my sandals and wore a jacket of his that Chris gave me because it was chilly outside.
“Bye Chris.” I waved, stepping outside. It was so dark outside! “Scared” is an understatement.
“Nah, I’m walking you.” Chris joined me, closing the door.
“Really?” I jumped with happiness.
“Chill.” he chuckled, zipping my jacket up. We walked down the blocks to my house hand in hand. When we got to my house, we said goodbye then I hopped over the short fence and climbed my window. 
I quietly landed, getting back into my nightwear from before. I crept underneath the sheets to pretend that I’ve been in since. In less than 5 minutes, Mummy came to check on me. 
“Still sleeping.” she whispered to herself, closing my door and leaving. SCORE! Imagine if I wasn’t there in time? That would’ve been crazy. I’m so slick! I really should go put my take-away in the fridge before it spoils…