Feel Something (COMPLETED)

20. Busy, Not Blind

Chris leaned back in the leather seat of the jet, the hum of the engines filling the quiet cabin. The sky outside was dark, the clouds barely visible as they cut through the night. His body ached from his relentless schedule—rehearsals, meet-and-greets, back-to-back shows—there was always something to do. It was the life he'd built, the one he'd worked his ass off for, but sometimes it felt like too much. With no label and no handouts funding his tour—every move, every decision fell on him.

The kind of life he lived wasn't meant for the weak.

It was Friday night and he had just finished a packed show in Phoenix. With the tour winding down and only a few stops left, his team was blessed with a two day tour break before their next show in Chicago on Sunday.

Rico had left the show in Phoenix early to hop on a flight to Savannah, while Chris hopped on a private jet after the show to spend the weekend with his kids in LA. This was supposed to be his downtime, his chance to relax between shows and enjoy his children... But still his mind wasn't slowing down.

35,000 feet in the air and he couldn't stop thinking about Gigi.

She had no idea how close he'd been to calling her every damn day since she left LA. The weekend they'd spent together was supposed to be a quick linkup—a couple of days to blow off some steam and get a lil coochie before the tour picked up again. But it turned into something else. Something he hadn't expected. Now, even when he was busy, thoughts of her were creeping into his head, more and more.

He was starting to think she had voodoo coochie or something.

As much as he wanted to make time for Gigi, the reality was that he couldn't. When it was showtime, he barely had time to FaceTime his own kids, let alone check in on her. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling he needed to hold on to whatever this was between them.

He just prayed she understood... He really was a busy man.

His phone buzzed, snapping him out of his thoughts.

It was a text from Rico:

Just landed in Savannah homie. DND all weekend 🤫 I'll be back in time for da Chi.

Chris ran a hand over his jaw, remembering their conversation a few days ago. Normally, Chris wouldn't think twice about where Rico was headed or who he was seeing. But when Gigi's name slipped into the conversation, Chris became fully alert.

Rico had been excited, like he always was, telling Chris about his plans. About some fly ass condo he got for the weekend and something about a G-Wagon and giving Gigi the VIP treatment, blah, blah, blah. Chris had to play it cool, hiding the fact that the very girl his homie had made weekend plans with was the very girl that ran through his mind, day in and day out.

Gigi couldn't be serious if she thought she was flying under the radar or moving in silence between two homeboys. Chris might have been busy, but he wasn't blind. He knew all, saw all, heard all.

He played it cool, keeping his usual laid-back demeanor. But he was fully aware of their texts. Hell, half the time, when Rico didn't know what to say to her, Chris would tell him what to reply. He'd watched Rico sit off in the corner of the studio, on FaceTime with her, smiling into his phone like a lovesick fool. But Chris didn't sweat it. In some odd way, it was reassuring.

If she was sitting around on FaceTime with Rico all day, that meant she wasn't giving his pussy away.

Chris also knew all about Marcus, the ex who had cheated on her, leaving her hurt and emotionally scarred. Gigi had touched on the subject briefly with Chris during their weekend in LA, , but she had trauma dumped the rest of it on Rico. Told him everything, every single detail about the betrayal and heartbreak. Chris didn't mind that either. Rico could play the role of her therapist if he wanted to. But Chris? He just wanted to be the one that beat it up and make her feel good again.