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You Get Into A Fight With His Ex-(Kris Humpries)-For Kate

"Kate, come over here, I want you to meet somebody" Kris said, leading you over to a group of people. As tired as you were from being out all night, you didn't protest. You followed Kris through the copious amounts of people to the VIP section of the club. "Hey Blake!" Kris greeted loudly over the club music to Blake Griffin. Kris gave Blake some 'dap' and he turned to you. "Hey man, is that her?!" Blake asked. Kris smiled, nodded and put a protective arm around you. "Yeah, this is her. My queen." You mentally awed in your head. "Wow, Kris, that's the best you could do?" someone voiced from behind. Kim Kardashian, Kris' ex, stood there looking you up and down. You never met her, mostly because Kris didn't want you to be near her. "You must've been desperate after I left you, I mean come on really?" Anger started to grow in you. You were not going to stand here and left her talk about you. "I left you Kim" Kris corrected, "and I found someone better." She rolled her eyes, walked over, and placed her hand on Kris' belt buckle. You instantly slapped it off. She glared her smoky, dark eyes at you. "I'm Kim fucking Kardashian, you better watch where you put your hands" she snapped. Kris tried to pull you back away from her, as you both were staring each other dead in the face. "I don't give a fuck who you are." 

She got closer to your face. She was testing you. "Kate-" "Shut up Kris!" you barked, not letting up your glare once. Kim extended her arm, and turned her cup over your dress. All the red liquid stained it. Your favorite white dress. "Oopsie, I bet you're going to cry now? Right?" she smirked. You balled up your fist. "Aw, look are those tears I see-" you interrupt her but throwing a punch right in the center of her face. Kim stumbles back and falls, holding her nose, crying like a baby. "Come on stand up and fight me! You want to talk so much shit!" you yelled. By now a large crowd had gathered around and there was no way security was going to get to her ass before you fucked her up for real. Kim stood up slipping her shoes off. Her nose was slightly crooked and dripping blood. "Kate, we're leaving now" Kris commanded. "I'm not going any damn where." Kim ran up and began throwing punches at you, she got a few good ones during the quick fight, but by time you were done with her, she was bleeding all over her pink dress. Kim stood back up, determined to hurt you more. But before she could throw another punch, your feet left the floor. You struggled to get out of Kris' arms. He carried you through all the people, and out through the back door of the club.

When you got out to the car, Kris put you down and instantly began to check you over, making sure you didn't have one scratch on you. "Damn, she just pisses me off" you groaned. Kris began to laugh as he finally opened the car door. "Same here that's why I left her. Next time we'll make sure she's not here. And Kate don't listen to anything she says. I love you, not her" he said, pressing his lips against your forehead.

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