Cali Serenity

"I cannot believe this Chris"

I looked out the window at the horizon as we jetted through the blue sky with all of the fluffy clouds scattered throughout the sky.

"I don't know why you think I would play about taking you to Vegas"

"I mean, I was just being a smart ass when I said it. I didn't think you would really would put my ass on your private jet and take me"

I looked over at Chris, who was standing up and rolling his blunt looking so fine in his white tank, sagging Orange Black Pyramid sweats and a pair of White and orange Triple S Balenciaga's on his feet.

I could tell he had just got a fresh line up and lined his facial hair up good. 

Looking at his fine ass made me forget the nasty fight that Kross and me just had at the wee hours this morning.

"You spoke so I turned yo smart ass comment into reality" Chris replied, concentrating on rolling his blunt perfectly.

"You are too much. Let me go ahead and speak for a Birkin bag"

I sneaked a peak at Chris to see his reaction but he continued to focus on his blunt, licking the roll up and sealing it. 

He glanced at me while licking the rollup, winking.

"You so fresh" I laughed, crossing my legs.

"You ever got head on a jet?"

"Chris"

"I'm just playing" he chuckled.

"No the fuck you wasn't" I smirked, folding my arms.

"You right...I wasn't but ill chill for now"

Chris laid down next to me. This plane was nothing I have ever experienced and I say that because I've never thought my ass would be on a flight with Chris, let alone fuck him. 

I hated stripping but damn it, it sure did open a door of the unexpected.

"You hungry?"

"Yeah, a lil I aint gonna lie. I didn't get up in time to eat" I smiled, rubbing my stomach.

"What you want to eat?"

"You got a private chef or something?"

"Duh" he smiled. "You want some fancy shit or some hood shit?"

I acted as if I was thinking so hard about my decision, making Chris roll his eyes and shaking his head. He got up and got in my face.

"Ima just tell him make some hood shit"

I looked down at his lips as he did the same to mine before our eyes met.

He bit down on his bottom lip, smirking.

"Why you in my face" I softly spoke.

"You fine that's why. If I had it my way, I'd be sucking that clit for breakfast"

"Chris!" I squealed with my eyes widened. "Get out my faceuh!"

He grinned before standing up and walking away from me to tell his chef to get us some grub.  As bad as I was enjoying this experience, my mind kept drifting to Kross.

A bitch was beyond hurt and I need to let his ass go and just have fun and focus on me.

It will be a process but that's what the fuck I'ma do because I deserve more than what the fuck I was putting myself through.

Chris came back moments later and led me over to the table where the stewardess came with our food and a bottle of Castello Poggio Moscato. 

She poured the contents in the wine glass for us. 

We thanked her and began enjoying our food. I found myself rubbing my foot against Chris leg as I enjoyed the medium rare steak, scrambled cheese eggs and grits that was in front of me.

"Its good aint it?" Chris asked with a smile as I chewed my steak.

"Yes, its so tender and seasoned so well. I'ma have to take him back to my dorm" I responded, throwing my head back. "I know I'ma be full for a while"

"At least you aint afraid to eat."

"I know people probably be weird around you cause you famous. But ima eat, I don't care"

Chris laughed at my comment. "I'm glad you don't. I need someone comfortable to grub cause a nigga like to eat, especially if I got the fuckin munchies."

"I don't be high and still be shoving food in my face"

For the remaining flight that was only a hour, I finished my plate and we killed the bottle of Moscato before we landed in Vegas. I was feeling so good when we got off the plane, throwing my Chanel bag over my shoulder and sliding my Celine shades on my face.

Chris slid on his letterman jacket and placed his hoodie on his head before we exited the air craft. 

He walked down the steps and met me at the end, extending his hand so I won't fall.

"You good?" Chris asked me as he looked down at me as I fixed my shades on my face.

"Yes babe, I mean Chris. Its hot out here though" I said, patting my forehead.

"We gonna get outta here. Our ride right over there"

I nodded as he took my hand, leading me to the black range rover as I looked around at the workers bringing our bags towards our ride and placing them in the trunk.

We pulled off and drove about 20 minutes and I expected a beautiful hotel on the strip of Vegas.

Instead, it was the most astonishing house that made me consider moving to Vegas one day in my life.

"Oh my god" I gasped, looking out the window. "Who the hell lives here"

"This my house. When I want to get out LA and want a Vegas vibe, I come down here and clear my mind"

"This is beautiful Chris"

"Thanks. Its big as fuck but its dope"

He helped me out the truck as I tucked my bag beneath my arm. I followed Chris up to his home away from home. Once he opened the door, the scent of fresh clean linen slapped me in the face, calming my nerves.

I was in love as I looked around at the huge house with the beautiful view of the vistas of Las Vegas.  It was the most gorgeous designed house that I have ever seen in my life. 

"This is fucking amazing Chris, my god" I complimented as I looked around the spacious living room.

"Thanks, its cool. Let me show you where you gonna sleep"

I followed Chris up the stairs, still astonished at his beautiful home. As if it couldn't get any better, it did when I walked into the bedroom and Immediately wanted to take a nap and lounge in this bedroom all day.

"If you want to shower and stuff, it should already be stuff in the bathroom."

I looked at my phone and saw that it was only 11 AM. I nodded and gave Chris a hug before gathering my things for a shower and made my way into this bathroom that looked like it belong on HGTV. 

After my shower and washing my hair since I wanted to go for a curly look, I got dressed in a bomb cover up and had to snap a picture real quick, sending it in group chat to my girls back in LA and my girls in Atlanta, and one to mom.

I walked down the steps to find Chris laid back on the couch smoking a blunt and ESPN on the huge TV that was mounted on the wall.

"Hey" I said as I walked around the couch.

"Hey, wass-"

He stopped short as his eyes was fixated on my physique in this little fashion nova cover up.

I sat down next to him and smiled as he placed his blunt in the ash tray.

"Whoa.You making it real hard for a nigga"

"What I do?" I asked with a smile, leaning back on the couch.

"Nothing. You wanna play this little game, aight"

"What game Chris" I laughed, showing all of my teeth and acting confused.

He nodded his head and twisting his lips.

"Don't worry bout it but just know you look damn good.  What you wanna do, wanna go to the strip?"

I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling at his comment.  Its not everyday you got Chris Brown complimenting my problematic ass.

"I don't mind. Aren't you worried bout people bothering you or seeing you with me?"

"No and no. I don't care bout none of that. I want to enjoy our time together since you going back to Atlanta tomorrow night"

I kind of frowned, forgetting that I gotta go back to school and finish up my semester and get ready for graduation.  

"I guess. Sounds fun to me"

Chris stood up and I see that he also took a shower and changed his clothes, wearing white pants, a Burberry plaid white and red shirt that was unbuttoned, showing his Burberry tank beneath.

"Let me hit the blunt first" I said, grabbing it out the ashtray and putting it up to my lips. 

I took a long pull, exhaling before passing it back to Chris.  He smirked before taking a few drags and passing it back to me. 

We finished the whole blunt and I was relaxed as my already chinky eyes got even chinkier.

We headed down to his garage where he had a wide array of luxury cars that was all vibrant as hell.

"Pick one"

I looked over at him with my low eyes and back at the room full of cars.

"That one"

I pointed to the orange Lamborghini that sparkled beneath the lights of the garage.

"Good taste in cars too."

He winked at me before we hopped in the car and we exited the garage, speeding off and my hair blew in the wind as I took selfies, making sure I didn't get Chris in any of my shots.

We arrived to the Vegas strip and I looked around at the tall buidings and lights, streets filled with plenty of people. MGM Grand, Palm Casino, The Golden Nugget were some of the hotels I've seen as we cruised the streets.

People were snapping pictures of the car as Chris threw up deuces for some of the fans before speeding up and ending up at our destination.

It look like it was a outside lounge and pool party with a full bar.

I was surprised at how chill it was but people were enjoying themselves, dancing, drinking, swimming as well.  The DJ greeted Chris as we made our way over to red velvet roped off all white section by the bar that had white buckets filled wit ice and bottles of the good shit.

"Yoo, my boy Breezy in the building right now! This one for you kid!"

His song wobble up began playing as he waved to everyone while holding my hand tightly.

Chris dapped the security that stood in front his section as they unhooked the rope for us, taking a seat.

We poured a few drinks and took some shots. I was drinking to the point that I was feeling nice and forgot that a bitch aint 21 yet.

"I've never had this Don Julio, I'm glad I got some now"

"You better slow down." He laughed. "I aint drinkin much cause I gotta drive. Don't need ya daddy coming to kill me"

"The closest I've gotten to this bottle was trying to throw it at my ex boyfriend" I shook my head, pouring me another drink.

"Nah." He took my cup. "You had enough"

"Chris"

"Yeah, that's me. No more drinkin Cali"

"Pleaseeeee" I hiccupped. "I'm tryna enjoying myself"

"One more drink an that's it"

Chris shook his head, passing me the cup. He watched me as I downed the drink, putting the cup on the table.

"Drink this" he passed me a bottle of Evian water. "You gonna fuckin cook out here with all that liquor"

I chugged the water before setting the bottle on the table and smiling. Chris laughed as he shook his head at me. 

He wrapped his hand around my waist, pulling me onto his lap while I grabbed the water bottle again.

"You good?" he said into my ear.

"Yeah, I am"

I looked over my shoulder at Chris. He tightened his grip around my waist and pulled me closer to him as he bit his lip.

I blushed a little before smiling at him.

"You know I wanted you since I first saw you?"

"Chris please okay"

"I'm serious. Like I know how we met wasn't the most ideal but I didn't give a fuck about that. I've seen plenty of strippers but none of them were captivating as you are Cali and I mean that shit."

I listened to what he was saying and that shit sounded good but I still needed to have my guard up.

This is Chris fuckin Brown we talking bout.  I been through enough with Kross and I don't want that happenening to me again.

Especially not for the whole damn world to see.

"I know you think im blowing air in your ass but im not"

I didn't reply. I just looked down at his hands wrapped around my waist.

"I heard your remark bout ya ex and how you almost killed him with a liquor bottle." He shook his head. "We gonna get into that later, but right now I want you to just enjoy youself"

I nodded. I'm just glad he didn't push the conversation because I didn't want to talk about kross trifling ass. 

I just wanted to enjoy Vegas and Chris since my time is limited.

I just don't want to be hurt again.