It’s not what it looks like, he told himself. Over and over again he repeated it in his head. He had tried calling Ciara but her phone had been switched off for a while now and Ciara hadn’t told him Chris’. He didn’t’ know what to think. She wouldn’t be home yet, she was probably still at his house.
He hated it. He hated not knowing where Ciara was and what she was doing. This was exactly the reason he could never be in a relationship. It was unhealthy.
He ought to go pick her up, he thought. He needed to get everything sorted out before she found out through the media if she already hadn’t. Whether what happened was true or not this stuff was still going to be devastating for and with how ill she was he didn’t want her to get upset. No matter how angry he was. He just needed to know the truth. So he picked up his keys and left the studio. He couldn’t stand everyone staring at him, anyways.
It had taken him almost an hour to drive to Chris’ house since it was so far away from his studio. He knew where it was because he had dropped and picked up Ciara here several times and as he made his way there another time he couldn’t help but think that maybe he should have been less trusting. He had trusted Chris and Ciara completely and now he wasn’t so sure.
He loved Ciara, more than anyone he had ever been in a relationship with but she had a lot of secrets and right now he was hoping she didn’t have another one. He banged on the door a couple of times when he got there. When no one came he realised there was a doorbell. Oh well. A minute late the door opened.
He stood face to face with Chris Brown. The other man’s face was twisted with confusion when he saw who was banging on the door. He was topless and his face was red. There was a red smear along his cheek that looked strikingly similar to the shade of lipstick Ciara had put on this morning. Anger boiled inside him as images flashed through his mind of what Ciara and Chris could have been doing.
"What’s up man?" he asked. "What you doing here? I told Ciara I would drop her…" Chris said.
Nayvadius wasted no time pushed past him before he had the chance to say or do anything else.
”Where’s Ciara?” he asked Chris not bothering to even look at him.
"In my bedroom. Up the stairs, first door on the right…" Chris said with a voice full of confusion
This made Nayvadius even angrier. How the fuck was this nigga acting like he was confused? Come to think of it, there was no way in hell him and Ciara didn’t know what had happened. Rihanna had called him and he was sure she would have talked to Chris by now. Or maybe neither of them cared. He walked up the stairs loudly not knowing where the bedroom was until Ciara eventually walked out, her hair ruffled. The red lipstick on her lips smudged slightly.
“Baby! What’s wrong? Are you all right? What are you doing here?” she asked him, her voice full of concern.
“Get your shit. We leavin’” he told her. She didn’t move and looked at him like he had grown another head.
"Hurry the fuck up. This isn’t a joke. I. Need. To. Talk. To. You. So get your shit. So we can leave." he told her again.
"Excuse me? Are you feeling all right? Don’t talk to me like that!" She replied defensively, positively confused at her boyfriend’s weird behaviour.
"I told you to do something. Do it!" he demanded and Ciara was once again taken aback by how angry and intimidating he sounded. What had gotten into him?
"Shut the hell up! What has gotten into you?" she snapped.
"What has gotten into me? No, Ciara what the fuck has gotten into you. I keep telling myself it’s not as it looks but the longer I see you two together, the more I’m being proved wrong. How dare you fucking embarrass me like that and act like you aint know what’s up. Just Please get everything so we can leave. I’ll explain outside…"
“Nigga back the fuck up! Don’t talk to her like that.” Chris said, almost quietly, coming to stand in between Ciara and Chris.
Nayvadius eyes glinted with anger as he stared down at the shorter man. His fists clenched, his eyes boring holes in to the man in front of him. This nigga couldn’t even look him in the eye. Pathetic.
”Or what? The fuck you gon do? Don’t fucking tell me how I should talk to MY girlfriend!” he scowled.
Chris didn’t reply but this time he looked Nayvadius in the eye with anger. Somewhere behind him Ciara sniffled and Nayvadius knew she was crying but he refused to let that affect him. He wanted nothing else but wrap his arms around her at that moment but he wasn’t going to.
After a moment of looking around helplessly, Ciara got her bag and put her shoes on and stepped around Chris towards Nayvadius. Chris suddenly hugged her and Nayvadius lost his temper. He pulled Chris and Ciara apart in a second and before he knew it, Chris had thrown a punch that hit him right on the side of the head. It took him a second to get back to his senses and throw a punch right back at Chris. It him squarely in the jaw, and somewhere in the background Ciara screamed and pulled him back.
“Please Chris! Stop!” she yelled as Chris ran towards Nayvadius again.?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you nigga?” Chris yelled.
“Whats wrong with me? Nigga pictures of you kissing MY girlfriend are on every single blog, magazine or newspaper there is. You seriously ask me that you dumb fuck?” Nayvadius yelled back.
Chris looked confused and then really angry.
"Get the fuck out of my house. Both of you or i’m calling security!" He yelled.
Ciara rolled her eyes as she put her phone in her pocket. Her and Chris had had lunch and were now just strolling around, talking. They had been doing this for a while now and her feet were staring to hurt but Chris just wouldn’t stop talking and she didn’t have the heart to tell him to shut up.Laughing she suddenly stopped. It took him a few moments to realise that she wasn’t walking next to him and he quickly turned around and walked back to stand in front of her.
"What’s wrong now. Damn ci I never knew you was so lazy. Keep stopping every damn minute." chris rolled his eyes as he talked.
"Calm yo titts. I know we’re having so much fun right now, but you need to get yo’ ass back home. Kae keeps texting me, asking when you coming home." Ciara told him cautiously. She knew they weren’t in a relationship but she knew they loved each other. Now a little harmless white lie told to both of them wouldn’t hurt. It would do them both some good, actually. She had just texted Karrueche telling her that Chris was so bored and couldn’t wait to get home to her and now she had told Chris something similar, hoping he’s head on home.
He had yapped about her for nearly an hour but when she had suggested to him that he should tell kae his true feelings, he had chickened out. She had also had similar conversations with Kae and knew she still loved Chris but as of yet she still hadn’t talked to him. She had had no choice but to intervene. If not for Chris, then for her because there was no way she could be happy if she knew he wasn’t.
"What? Really? What she say? Show me the text!" Chris said enthusiastcly, bouncing towards her pocket for her phone.
"Hey man. That’s private stuff!" She argued.
"Ain’t nothing private from me! C’mon what she say about me? You think I still have a chance?"
"Damn. That reminds me I need to change my password. How the hell did you know it? DAmn. I reall can’t keep a secret from you!" She spoke, ignoring the latter part of his sentence. She really wasn’t going to argue with him for another hour about how Kae still loved him because all he was going to do was deny it.
"Seriously. ‘ClovesN’ isn’t exactly a great password Ciara." He laughed.
"Shut up." she waved at him dismissively. "Nah, but seriously you need to tell her how you feel. She just needs time, you need to earn her trust back. And if you do as I say, You guys will be together in no time!" she told him.
"Aww Ci… You know what, I don’t know what I would do without you. I’m gonna do it! I’ll talk to her. Thanks for talking some sense into me!" He put both his hands on her shoulders and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. "You, my dear. Are awesome!" He leaned in to kiss her on the forehead this time.
Ciara hugged him tightly and then wrapped her arm around his waist and Chris causually slung his arm over her shoulder as the walked side by side back to his car.
It was nearly half past four when Nayvdius got a call from an unidentified number. He ignored it, but whoever it was, persisted and eventually he picked.
"Who is this? he asked, as soon as he picked up.
"Rihanna. How are you doing?" She answered casually.
Nayvadius suddenly grew angry. How dare she call him after the shit she pulled last time. What the hell did she want?
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Hey, hey, hey. Why that tone?"
"What do you want." He replied, annoyance dripping from his voice.
"Don’t worry. I don’t want you dumb ass. I just called you to tell your little girlfriend to stay away from Chris. I don’t give a fuck if she says they are friends. He’s mine and I don’t share." She answered. Her tone was even and spoke quickly. He couldn’t tell what her intentions were.
"Why are you telling me this?" he asked, not believing a thing that came out of her mouth. And in any case, he trusted Ciara. Completely.
"Oh so you haven’t seen?" she said with amusement in her voice.
"Seen What?" he asked.
"Well then. I guess I’ll have to call you back later." She said with a laugh.
And then she hung up. Confused about what she was talking about, Future decided to ignore the phone call and go back to work. He wasn’t really bothered about Chris; he knew he was Ciara’s best friend.
A couple of minutes later he walked into the studio and suddenly everyone in the room put down their phones and shut the screens of their computers and laptops. They all refused to meet his eyes and suddenly became very quiet and he just knew that they were hiding something from him
"Nigga, what the fuck y’all looking at?" he asked Mike who suddenly turned off his laptop.
"Errr…" he said, clearly trying to avoid him.
"Some pictures were just posted online. Um is you and Ci serious? Cause….” He said looking down awkwardly.
"What the fuck?"
"Nigga just go look at Mediatakeout’s top story…" He said shrinking into his chair and looking away.
Quickly, Nayvadius pulled out his phone, clicked on the browser and typed in the web adress. His heart sank when he saw the picture at the top of the page. Ciara had her arms thrown around Chris’ and was standing flush against him. He clicked on the headline that read, wing the
'R&B singer Ciara caught CHEATING on Rapper boyfriend Future with CHRIS BROWN. See the shocking shocking photos INSIDE…'
He didn’t even bother reading the article when he saw the pictures, there were lots of them. Some of them showed Chris walking hand in hand with Ciara, while there were several others showing them locked in embrace. And they had left the best till last, a photo showing the back of Ciara’s head, Chris arms on her shoulders. His head hidden behind hers, they appeared to be kissing.
Nayvadius threw his phone across the room. He had never been so angry and humiliated in his life. How dare she do this to him? Just this morning she had told him she loved him and then she went behind his back to do this?
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