Chris's POV

The elevator stopped at her floor and the doors opened. I looked straight down the hallway and I saw two guys in all black, sitting in the hallway outside of her door.

Drake is back.

I knew it. I just knew it was a matter of time before she gave in. I was just down here not even an hour ago and she already has him back. That kind of hurt.

I got a text from someone asking me if I was home, so I called them, talked to them for a while. After we got off the phone, I started thinking about her. I came down to check on her. It's clear she doesn't need me. I guess she's fine.

I just stepped back into the elevator and went back upstairs.

Shawnie's POV

I was sitting on my bed in my robe. I was flipping through channels on the TV waiting for him to come back. My emotions were all over the place and to be honest I knew what I wanted but it was kinda hard to accept. I wanted my husband. We just needed to get some things straightened out.

I heard a knock at the door, so I got up to go answer it. I already knew who it was. I didn't even have to look through the peephole. I cracked the door a little and Aubrey's 6'2 frame stepped in and hovered over me. I backed out of the way as he stepped into the suite. I glanced outside and I saw Sam and Eric standing outside the door.

He closed the door behind him, not taking his eyes off of me. He had a stone look on his face and I couldn't read him. We held eye contact and didn't say any words. I didn't know how to feel. I was nervous and a little scared of what could've been going through his head. I didn't know if he was mad at me for making him leave earlier, or not.

He got close to me, as his hand travelled up to my neck. He lightly put it around my neck and backed me into the door. I just stared into his eyes waiting for something to happen. Then his eyes filled with remorse.

He slowly moved in and met my lips with his. The kiss was heavy, and slow, filled with all of these unsaid emotions. He deepens the kiss, showing all of his vulnerability. I sigh into the kiss, giving into him at this moment. He adjusts his bodyweight, pinning me to the door, before kissing down my neck, leaving his mark.

I wince in pain, before he captures my lips again with his leaving the stinging sensation in the crook of my neck. Soon he breaks the kiss, leaving me panting for air.

His eyes are dark, I can barely read him. Then he kisses me again, before muttering something.

Aubrey's POV

Fuck. I start having flashes of her and him again. I need to put an end to that whole situation, because she belongs to me, and I don't like that she's this open with him. I want her to myself. I refuse to share her.

I'm extremely sorry for hurting her because of my issues. I give her everything she wants. I let her have her way. I just refuse to be villainized for feeling like I'm losing her. She's my wife, not anyone else's. She belongs to me, and only me.

I snap out of my thoughts and my eyes land on her eyes.

"Where were you just now?" She asks, as her hands move up my torso, around my neck.

"I was thinking." I say

"Recently nothing good comes from you thinking. Stop it." She says, dropping her hands and walking over to the sofa. "Sit down." She says.

I take a seat next to her, before going to pick her up to place her on me, but she swats my hand away.

"We need to talk, Aubrey." She says.

"What is there to talk about? I just want my wife in my lap, giving me kisses me." I say

She sighs, then rolls her eyes, "...Aubrey, this possessiveness isn't cute anymore and we need to address it."

"I might get possessive sometimes, but that's because you're mine. You're the same way." He says

"No, let me talk. I love you, but you can't keep hurting me. You apologize, and I give in, because I know how remorseful you are. I almost feel like your feelings are more important than mine. I feel like because you're my husband, I need to give in to you, so everything can be good between us, but the problem is, it's not good. I'm still upset. My feelings aren't being considered." She explains.

"I'm sorry, Mami. I don't want you to ever feel like you're not being heard and like I don't understand what you're saying because I do. I don't mean to hurt you. I just—I just want what I want and I want you to be around me and I don't want anybody to take you from me. You know I'm stubborn and selfish as hell. It's hard for me to just let you go and do whatever it is you want to do when I feel like you need to be with me."

"Something has to happen. We talked about this before, you need to loosen your grip. You know you keep a tight leash on me and I understand why you do it but I don't care for it too much anymore. You're used to having security with you with all of these people around you all the time but I'm not. I don't come from this. I'm not used to this and I don't think I'm ever going to get used to it."

"First of all, you're Drake's wife. You need security with you at all times. You don't realize how big of a deal you are simply based on that. You have people who hate you because of your past relationship and this one. You don't know what some of these people are capable of. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I had you just walking around with no protection. You mean everything to me and I don't know what I would do if something happened to you."

"And that's the only part that I understand." She says, "I just don't like it all the time."

"Well, I don't know what you want me to say about that. I'm not removing any other things that I have in place because it's for our security. We need it regardless if you like it or not. I'm not letting up. I'm not changing shit."

"Aubrey." She says, out of frustration. "I need a bit of a break from all of that. I feel smothered. I know you mean well, but I don't like feeling like I'm being watched all the time. I want to feel like a person, like I can leave and come back on my own without my every move being watched." She explains.

"So you can run to Chris?" I say, before thinking. I didn't mean for that to come out.

"Oh my god, Aubrey." She says, irritated. "You're really paranoid for no reason. I tell you everything that happens between Chris and I. I don't hold anything from you. So stop smothering me, please."

"You make it sound like I got you on some type of leash." I say, and her face pretty much confirms it. "Wow, that's how you feel?" I ask.

"You know you try to keep me on a leash. I love you." She says, grabbing my face. "But the things you've been doing, and the possessiveness are out of hand. You don't have to force me to be, or to stay here."

"I hear you, but you're not hearing me." I say, and she rolls her eyes. "Mami, don't be rolling your eyes at me." I say, voice leveled. "You're my wife, the mother of my son, and I need to protect you from everyone else."

"Protect me from what? From who? Nobody is messing with me. You're just tripping because you don't want Chris and I around each other. You don't want anyone around me. You want me in your grasp all the time, and that's not logical." She says, reading me like an open book.

"I just want to take care of you. I want you to myself, is that so hard to understand?" I ask, piercing into her eyes.

I hold eye contact, I see her wavering, and her resolve slowly breaking.

I maintain eye contact, until she sighs, dropping her eyes. I lift her chin up with my finger and thumb, before planting a small kiss on her lips.

She then wraps her arms around me, and I lay back on the sofa with her on top of me. We stay like this for a while, before retreating to the bedroom.

We climb in the bed, and I snuggle her against me, she rests her head on my chest, and I lock my arms around her, then I kiss her forehead.

*******

The next morning she was still asleep, but I hadn't really slept that much. I'm just thinking about everything, all the possibilities, and all the what ifs. This shit is driving me insane.

I shake the thoughts out of my head, feeling her trying to shift under me. I didn't let her move all night, I held her tightly in the same place. I didn't want any problems, just in case Chris decided to show up again.

She tightens her grip on me, and I feel myself relax into her touch, and I close my eyes. I feel sleep taking over me, when my phone goes off, waking us both up.

I sigh as I reach for my phone to turn it off. I have about three hours before I have to leave.

"Good morning, baby." I smile at her, letting her up.

"Good morning." She says, but there's no smile.

"Are you still mad at me?" I ask

"My back hurts. I was in the same position all night." She says

"Let Papi make it feel better." I say, gently massaging her shoulders.

She tenses up at first then she finally relaxes into the massage. I travel my hands down her back, massaging along her spine, and back up again.

"That feels great." She sighs.

I smile to myself, continuing the massage. "It'll feel better with your clothes off." I smirk.

She looks back at me and smiles then she turns back around and lifts her arms up, so I take that as an invitation.

I remove her shirt, then she turns around to face me. She climbs on top of me.

"Lay down, baby." She says.

I slide us down the bed, and she grabs my face, capturing my lips in a kiss. I deepen the kiss, as she grinds against the instant bulge in my boxers.

I scoot her up without breaking the kiss to pull my underwear down. She reaches back pulling her panties to the side, before sliding me inside of her.

She slowly grinds against me, with me inside of her. I really wanna fuck her, but it seems like that ain't what she wants right now.

She breaks the kiss, then sits up, putting all her weight on me, pushing me deeper inside of her. She then arches her back before bouncing up and down on me.

"The view is perfect." I smile at her, admiring her beauty and she smiles down at me.

I relax letting her do her thing, I feel my eyes closing, before a kiss is planted on my lips.

"Fuck me." She says softly.

I pull her to me, before flipping us over, staying inside of her. I place either leg on each shoulder, spreading her wide. I slowly deep stroke, before speeding up my thrusts.

I slide off the bed, her ass hanging over. I put both of her legs to the same side, before riding her dripping wet box. I stroke in and out, her moans bouncing off the walls.

I let out a low groan, at how good this feels. I speed up my thrusts, fucking her brains out, as she yells out my name.

"Aubrey!!" She moans.

I speed up my thrusts, as I take her left breast into my mouth, sucking on her nipple, feeling my release coming.

I speed up my thrusts, eliciting moans from her lips. I smile as she cums without warning, dripping down my shaft. I collapse on top of her, careful not to smush her under my weight. Her soft lips touched my skin. I release inside of her, holding her close to me as we both ride out our waves of ecstasy.

"I love you, Shawnie." I say, softly, kissing her sweaty shoulder.

*******

After we had sex again. I washed her up, cleaned myself, and now she's back in bed.

"You sure you don't wanna come to Vegas with me? I would love it if you could be there for these two shows. I need your support." I say

"I'll think about it. I have to talk to Christina and Lexi about it."

"Leave them here. It's only for two days."

"I can see if Chris' mom wants to keep Genesis but if everything doesn't work out, I can't come."

"I understand that but I want you to try for me. It would mean a lot if you were there for this. There's all these rumors going around that we broke up and Amanda thinks it will be a good thing for us to step out together and shut all of that down."

"I'll think about it." She says rolling over on her stomach, pulling the blanket over her shoulder.

"Aight." I say. I know she's still upset and I cannot force her to do anything she doesn't want to do. I just wish she would understand how this works.

"I'll call you when I get on the plane. I love you." I say, kissing her lips.

"Love you too." She says softly, sleepily.

I kissed her forehead, then I grabbed my phone, wallet, and keys and left.

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