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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I don't really care if they know.
Chris tossed and stirred in his king sized bed before opening his brown eyes to meet the dark room. He wasn't one to sleep, because he had become so accustomed to staying up for days, but when he finally did rest, he was always out like a light. But tonight was saying otherwise. No matter what he did, he couldn't find any sort of comfort in the atmosphere he was in.
Chris snatched his phone from the nightstand and squinted his eyes as soon as the brightness attacked. His thumb instantly tapped at the Instagram logo. He strolled up and down his timeline for approximately 20 minutes and even visited some of his exes' pages to see if the sight of them would make him drowsy. But unfortunately it didn't, so he resisted against Instagram and exited from the app.
Chris tapped on Safari and began searching for something he never thought he would in a million years. Once he found what he thought was a decent number, he dialed it and waited anxiously as the line trilled. The anticipation continued to rise and build as he waited for the retriever to answer the line.
