Chris Brown 'short stories' my over imaginative mind thinks of. (Mature Content) For a quality experience, read in scroll mode with a black background.
est. 07/09/17
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𝗯 𝗿 𝗲 𝗲 𝘇 𝘆 𝘁 𝗮 𝗹 𝗲 𝘀
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Maybe your best friend invited.
Chris laid comfortably in the bed, scrolling up and down his Instagram timeline until he heard loud commotion downstairs. He hopped out of bed and headed towards the noise. To his surprise, it was his drunk girlfriend and her best friend stumbling into the house after a long night of partying.
"Babyyy." Destiny slurred, staggering over to Chris. "I love youuu." She threw her hands over his shoulders and pulled him into a frenzy of hugs and butterfly kisses.
"I love you, too, but you stink, boo." Chris chuckled as Destiny giggled along with him. She reeked of various amounts of alcohol and sweat. "Let's get you in the shower."
"Can you join me?" Destiny questioned, her speech still slurred. She was pleading with her big, brown eyes and lust laced her words. He knew exactly what she longed for. He simply nodded his head and picked Destiny up bridal style and carried her up the stairs. She kicked off her Christian Louboutins along the way and allowed her Alexander Wang wardrobe to come undone, leaving her draped in laced undergarments.
