Ave Maria

Chapter 21

Chapter 21 – Bonds

Christopher Brown | May 22nd 2020 | Richmond, VA

I removed my headphones sliding them down to my neck. I sat up and stretched feeling a few bones pop then yawned. I looked out the window still seeing it was darker than what I expected. I checked my phone seeing its only 3:12 AM. I took an early flight to avoid paparazzi since I had Royalty with me. I looked over at her and she was fast asleep with her faux blanket over her.

"It's the driver here as yet?" I asked the attendant who came from the back of the jet. "Unfortunately the gates won't be open until 4:30. We did talk to the person in charge and they said that that's the earliest they could get them open." I nodded my head.

I looked behind me seeing Darren fast asleep. Since we got on this flight he had been on both his phone and laptop working his ass off. For his workload, I sometimes forget he's just an assistant. He's was doing so many things that other departments were to be doing.

"Amma have to give him a raise." I chuckled, sitting back down. I unlocked my phone and opened Twitter. I reloaded my feed and Beyoncé was the first thing that popped up.

"Beyoncé and JAY-Z Divorce! Is Chris Brown the cause or was it the abuse?" I spoke to myself. I scrunched my face up, clicking on the link to the article.

I rolled my eyes seeing it was by TMZ but the title got my attention. I read it and didn't even believe half of it but then a video of Jay and Bey standing in the backyard of their home got my attention. I clicked it and all I heard was yelling and clanging on the skillet to bone.

"What the fuck?" I whisper yelled. I closed the app and opened Beyoncé's contact. I called her requesting a FaceTime and she answered after the fifth ring.

"Christopher do you see the time?" She asked in a groggy voice. I must've woken her up or she was just really tired. "Sorry baby but you just out here beating niggas now?" I asked. She smiled then shifted her position on the bed. The camera lowered and I saw a head full of hair on her chest.

"He deserved it. I'm just upset the video got out 'cause then this will be in the court cases." She sighed but I still couldn't believe she beat this nigga with a skillet.

"A skillet? Who the fuck does that shit?" I now laughed and she did too. "Shut up! It was a heated skillet so it hurt twice as much." She spoke in a matter of fact tone. I deadpanned at her and she just laughed.

"Beyoncé, that is even worse. Remind me not to fuck wit'chu like that." I shook my head sipping the water that was in front of me.

"Deal but where are you anyway?" She asked, looking around in the camera. "I'm on my jet. Just landed in Virginia and the gate isn't opened as yet so I have another hour until we can get off." I informed her. I heard ruffling and everything her phone camera was displaying fuzzy and blurry images. Shortly after her face was back in view and I just stared.

She was makeup free and her hear was in its beautiful, wild but curly state. She looked absolutely breathtaking and I felt my heart pounding heavier in my chest.

"Why are you staring at me Christopher?" She furrowed her eyebrows looking at me then back to whatever else has her attention. "You're just beautiful Giselle. One of—if not, the most beautiful women I've ever got the chance to know." I spoke with honesty. She really was a work of art and there was nothing that could change my mind on it.

"Thank you." She spoke softly with that captivating smile on her face. "Let me paint you." I spoke with seriousness in my voice.

"I don't mind..." She shrugged. "Do I gotta wear clothes tho'?" I chuckled but she was all serious. "I would love that but we agreed nothing sexual right now." I reminded her. Even though I would love to see the grown woman body she now has, I was sticking to what I said.