Chris' POV

I woke up Saturday morning to my phone vibrating on the nightstand. I looked over to see if I was alone, and I was. However, I did smell food coming from the kitchen, so I wasn't really alone.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand again and I pick it up. I see a few TMZ notifications but I already know it's probably from when I left the hotel and they are still talking about me and Shawnie being there together. I just ignore it and put it back on the nightstand.

I get up and shower, and get ready for the day. I finally make my way downstairs and I see Jasmine in the kitchen cooking.

"Nice of you to join me. Sit down and eat." She says

She places my plate down in front of me and she takes a seat on the opposite end of the table. We both start eating in silence. I think she's still a little upset with me about the conversation we had yesterday, but to be fair, she really doesn't need to know anything about Shawnie.

My phone vibrates on the table and I ignore it, eating my food. But a minute later the phone vibrates again.

"Check your phone." She says. "It could be important, or Shawnie." She adds, being a smartass.

I wipe my mouth, eyeing her, before checking my phone.

It's a Shawnie alert.

I click on the TMZ article. Headline: "Does This Look Like Chris Brown's Girl?"

My face scrunches up at the title. Fuck you mean?

I scroll down and skim through the article. They're talking about how after we both left the same hotel and suddenly she's in Vegas with Drake. Then it's a video of Drake answering a question by kissing Shawnie. I watched the video. I watched it a couple of times forgetting I had her sitting in front of me. But damn, they really did that shit.

Seeing that shit. That shit really ain't sitting well with me. It hurt, and it pisses me the fuck off. She was lit too. She didn't even do anything to stop him or say anything. Damn, Shawnie.

And fuck him. I see he's back to being Petty Papi. Why can't this nigga keep my name out his mouth. I'm tired of it. And as far as how she's acting, I'm used to it by now. She's always trying to avoid questions that need to be addressed. I don't like it, but I'm used to it. I can't wait until this shit doesn't make me feel a way. This shit is killing me man.

I sit my phone down, eating a forkful.

"Everything okay?" She asks

"You wanna go to Vegas?" I ask

"What's going on?" She asks.

"You wanna go or not?" I ask, irritated.

"Of course, but what's going on?" She says, touching my arm, caressing it trying to calm me down.

"Look, Shawnie out here showing she wanna be with that nigga for real. And after everything that's happened recently, I'm just fed up." I confess.

"So you're trying to make her jealous?" She asks.

"Are you coming or not?" I ask, avoiding the question.

"Yeah." She says

"Aight. Go pack a bag and be ready within an hour. I wanna be there for the show." I say finishing up my food.

Vegas here I come.

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Aubrey's POV

The next morning, I woke up around 8 AM. I had a lot of shit to do today. I had a lot of press interviews, I had a couple of appearances, and a signing as well. Not to mention, once I get to the venue I have to do a sound check and meet a couple of people. I had a very busy day ahead of me and I was probably going to be away from Shawnie most of the day, unless she decided to come with me, which I know she doesn't want to do.

I didn't even bother to wake Shawnie. She looked like she was sleeping peacefully anyway. That was probably all of that alcohol and dick she got last night. I'm not complaining about it though. As long as she is good, I'm good. Lord knows how happy I am that we're good because we've been fighting like crazy recently.

I got showered, dressed and I started my day.

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Shawnie's POV

When I opened my eyes it was around noon. I cannot believe I slept that long and to make matters worse, Aubrey wasn't even there when I woke up. I was a little upset because normally he wakes me up when he's leaving but he didn't this morning. I already got on him about doing this but that only leads me to believe he was still upset with me. I don't even know what time he left. I know he said he had a lot to do but that was just so rude of him. He could've at least texted me and let me know that he left.

Since I don't have much to do until the show tonight, I caught up with Mercedes and Dorian. They were having lunch at Margaritaville. I filled them in on everything that had happened last night and the conversation that I had with Chris. They said everything would be fine and I think it will too.

After lunch, we went to the fashion show mall and we did a lot of shopping. After we left the mall, we did some touristy things like ride a couple of the rides, and take in the sights. We then went to Caesars and the Venetian and had an even better shopping spree. I had to make sure I went to my favorite stores, Gucci, Versace, Burberry, Valentino, and to top everything off, my favorite store out of them all, Tiffany's. Since Aubrey pissed me off, I made sure I used his card and also purchased a couple things for Dorian and Mercedes.

We picked up a few pieces to wear for tonight since this was going to be Mercedes and Dorian's first red carpet event. I had to make sure they looked good. I cannot have them out with me looking crazy and there are cameras around.

We headed back to our rooms around 5 PM because the show started promptly at 8 o'clock.

When I got back into the room there were a lot of people there. Some people were on the phone, some people were standing around holding conversations, two people were sitting at the table on their MacBooks. It was kind of crazy. I looked around and I didn't see Aubrey anywhere, so I took my bags and I went into the bedroom. There he was, walking out of the bathroom in a towel.

"Hello!" I sit the bags on the bed.

"I see you had fun today. Didn't bother to call me?" He says

"Well, we can start with you not waking me up and letting me know you were leaving. And then we can talk about how you did not text or call me to let me know what was going on. So I decided to busy myself and take myself and my girls shopping."

He smiles, "It's your money. Do what you please. Why would I get mad that you bought a bunch of stuff. You know I don't care about that shit."

"What is your problem?"

"I don't believe you guys were just staying in two different rooms. Did you fuck him." He asks

"Aubrey, I don't know how many times I have to tell you. I did not have sex with him. I'm not gonna keep answering this question for you. If you feel something else happened then you're gonna have to find some type of proof that it actually happened because if it did, I wasn't there. And I don't wanna do this right now before your show. Can we talk about this on Monday?"

"I want to talk about it now because it's bothering me." He drops his towel and puts on his underwear.

"Listen, I came here to support you and I am putting all the bullshit aside. We will talk about all of this on Monday. I promise. Because honestly, I've been having such a great time here with you this weekend, and I don't wanna ruin it. So if I say let it go, then let it go for now." I sit on the bed and start going through my bags.

"Aight." He says, putting his pants on. He looks over at my bags and just shakes his head. "You really thought that was gonna piss me off, huh? You must forget, you don't spend money like that. I want you to have whatever you want. I want you to embrace this lifestyle." He puts his belt on and buckles it.

"You know I don't care about any of this shit." I say. I pull out the dress from Versace I was looking for and I hold it up. "Is there anybody out there that can steam this for me?"

"Yeah." He takes the dress and goes to the door. He cracks it, calls his stylist, Crystal. He hands her the dress and shuts the door. "Anyway," he skids on his cheetah print button up. "I know you don't care, but you have to understand that you're in this life regardless if you like it or not. You got people downstairs that's waiting to see you. That's not all me. I set you up to do some good shit. You're a lawyer, on top of all the modeling campaigns and the influencer deals, you're a pretty big deal. On top of you being my wife. I can't say all of this is because of Chris and I, it's you. So, understand that the name Graham holds weight but you're doing all of this on your own, Mami." He puts on his socks and shoes and he walks over to the dresser and opens a box. He takes a watch out and puts it on.

"But I hate it. It's invasive and I don't want to damn near be attacked every time I step outside." I walk over to the safe and I pull out the necklace Aubrey got for me the night before.

"That's why I have security in place." He says. "So anyway, I still feel how I feel and I'm going to have the same feelings until the situation is resolved."

"I understand." I say, as I watch him put two of his chains on and slide on a couple of rings. "Put this on for me." I walk over to him and he puts the necklace around my neck. He kisses the back of my neck and it sends chills through my entire body.

"So," He looks in the mirror, checking himself out. "I gotta get there early. I have to do soundcheck and everything, so the show starts at 8 o'clock. I need you there by seven. Can you do that for me?" He turns around to look at me.

"Yes." I say

"Okay, so I'm going to head out within the next 20 minutes. And I will be out of your way. I know how you get. Hair and makeup is waiting for you whenever you're ready." He says Then he leaves the room.

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We pulled up at the show. I'm looking out of the tinted window and there is media and fans everywhere.

"Are you ready, ma'am?" The driver asks

"One moment." I say, a bit irritated.

"You good?" Mercedes asks me.

"I'm always good, I just have to get in the mindset to deal with this shit." I answer, with one of the many fake smiles I use for things like this.

"Yeah right." Dori says, "I'm not buying it."

"I'm fine guys." I say.

"Mhmm, we'll talk later." Mercedes says

"Check your teeth, your makeup, and your outfit." I say "Don't want any mistakes or slip ups. These cameras see everything. If you guys don't want the entire world to see it, don't do it." I add

"We got you." Dori says, as they check their reflection, and I do the same.

"When we get out here, smile and wave, no comments." I instruct.

"No problem." Mercedes says.

"Yeah, everything will be okay." Dorian says

"And always smile, no matter what." I add.

They nod.

"Okay." I call out to the driver. "We're ready." I add.

He checks his reflection, before stepping out of the sprinter.

He opens the door, and out steps Mercedes then it's Dorian's turn. Lastly, I take a deep breath before stepping out of the car. They go crazy, calling my name, asking for pictures. I just simply smile, and wave.

We're met with Amanda.

"No interviews Amanda." I say

"I know. You don't have to worry about that. I've informed everyone already." She says

She directs us down the red carpet, stopping us midway to take a few pictures. I take a couple singles. We all take pictures with me in the middle, we do a few poses before walking down the carpet.

They were asking a lot of questions trying to get my attention but I ignored the majority of them. One question in particular caught my attention. It's like the man was standing directly next to me so I could hear it clearly.

"Are you really here to support Drake or is this just a cover up for your affair with Chris Brown?" I snap my head in the direction.

That pissed me off. Fuck this. I lead my girls into the venue, and backstage.

I'm so of these stupid ass people asking stupid ass questions like they fucking know me.

We walked into a room that was only for friends and family of Aubrey. This is where the execs, friends, family, people who held passes, vips, and very limited media, meaning hand picked people or companies that were covering the show.

After we got drinks, we were standing at one of the tables and someone tapped me on my shoulder. I turned around and I'm met with Jason Lee. I kinda frowned my face not because of the obvious, but what was he doing here? I know Aubrey or his team didn't approve of this.

"Hi?" I say a little confused.

"Two things. Whenever you're ready to talk, call me." He sits a small paper with what looks like his information on it. "And I have some info for you."

"I don't think I want that info." I say nervously.

"Yes you do. That's my personal phone number. I tried DMing you a couple of times after that Wendy interview."

"I don't check that." I say

"Figures. She told me You were very sweet and she liked you. But the tea you served.... Girl! You have my number now, use it. If you wanna leak anything, it can anonymously happen. If you want to get ahead of TMZ, I can make that happen. Anything you want. So, call me when you're ready to talk." He says

I was a little overwhelmed with everything he was saying. I know he only wanted to talk to me because of the Wendy interview. I knew what this was. He knows I know shit about both Chris and Aubrey and he wants the exclusive. I know there's been some stories that have come out about Chris, myself and Aubrey, and he wants to know. I'm not sure if I will ever do anything like that again but I can use Jason Lee to my advantage. I feel like this is a contact I might want to have for the future.

"I'll think about it." I say, putting the paper in my purse. 

"No pressure but I look forward to your call." He says

I don't say anything, I just watch him walk away. That was crazy to me. No one like that has ever approached me and it was a little overwhelming for me. Interesting to say the least.

Chris POV

We pull up to the carpet in a white Phantom. I look over to my right, to give her the rundown again.

"No kissing, no lovey dovey shit. Take these pictures with me. Be the bad bitch you are, and make me look good." I explain

She kisses my lips, and I return the favor.

"That should hold me until later." She smiles

"Mhmm." I smirk. "You good?"

"Yes, babe."

"Alright." I say to the driver. "We're ready."

Dude checks himself in the mirror, as I run my hand over her hair, making sure she's perfect. He gets out of the car and opens the butterfly doors.

I slide my shades on, and step out first, standing there for a few seconds. I nod, and wave, before reaching my hand inside the car, helping Jasmine out.

She steps out of the car, looking bad as fuck. I smirk at her, before taking her hand in mine. "Don't let go." I say to her, and she nods.

We walk down the red carpet, cameras flashing, fans screaming, all of that. We pose for the cameras with all the reporters asking who is this, why am I here, am I here for Shawnie, am I over Shawnie, did I hear the comment made by Drake, yada yada.

I ignore them, pose for the cameras, before walking us into the venue.

I already know, I'm not staying for the entire show, hell I might leave before it begins.

"How'd I do, babe?" She asks.

"You did great, boo." I answer. "You looking good as hell too." I comment, and she smiles, her eyes dropping to my lips and back up to my eyes.

"Don't start that shit. Not here." I say, looking around. I hope I don't see Shawnie or the girls. This ain't that kinda appearance, although I need to have a conversation with her.

Not even a second later, I see her standing across the room, with Mercedes. She can't see me because I'm still a ways from her.

I hear a bunch of commotion and I see Drake running up behind her and hugging her. Everyone started taking pictures of them.

I see them kiss and I instantly feel my heart start to hurt. Seeing this shit with my own eyes, dead in front of me is painful.

"Ugh, do they have to devour each other's faces like that?" Jasmine says, frowning.

"Right." I say finishing up my drink, downing the whole thing. "I can't watch this shit." I walk away, hoping Jasmine is close behind.

Shit is sickening.

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