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Robyn Rihanna Fenty 💫

"Ms.Fenty"

I looked up ta see mi secretary.

"Zendaya,ya can call mi Rihanna" mi told her.

Mi want the people that work for mi ta feel comfortable.

"Y-Yes sorry" she blushed in embarrassment.

It was kinda cute.

"Mr. Ronald wants you on set in 5 minutes" she said.

"Mmm ok" Mi said.

"D-do you need anything?" She asked.

"Ye, mi need ya" Mi said licking mi lips.

She had on a black tight pencil Skirt on with a white top that exposed her black bra a lil bit. She had on black pumps which made her look taller then she already is. Ta top off da look, her hair was curled.

Damn she looked good.

She blushed and walked towards mi.

Mi stood up and placed mi hands near her bra that was exposed. She fletched when I touched her.

"R-Rihanna, I don't thin-"

"Chill, ya bra was exposed, Mi jus fixin' it fo' ya" I said.

"O-oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"it's iight baybee" I said.

Mi lifted up her chin and starred into her hazel eyes. We were so close, our foreheads were touchin'. She looked away not being able ta stare at me.

"I-i can't look at you" she said and backed away.

"Why not baybee?" I asked.

"Because... when I look at you I remember what happened 2 weeks ago." She confessed.

Mi licked mi lips. She a whole freak in bed.

I smiled and laughed a lil bit. She looked at mi in a confused way.

"Ya ass a freak and ya don't want no body ya know." Mi said.

"Y-Yes, I don't" She said. Her head was down. She's nervous.

Mi lifted her head up again and wrapped mi hand around her waist and pulled her closer. Starring into her eyes, mi kissed her softly.

"Mmmm" she moaned.

Mi smiled. She placed her hands on mi head and deeper da kiss.

Beep! Beep!

She pulled away. Her face was inna shock.

"I-I'm so sorry" she said. She looked down and fixed herself not lookin' at mi at all and left inna flash. This gal sum else.

Mi fixed mi self and got ready. Mi walked outta mi office and went ta mi boss.

"Mi man, Ronald." Mi greet mi boss.

"Good, your here. We need you to do this photo shoot for Vogue and an interview. I already told them that you will." He said.

Bruh. Mi hate when he do this. Always signing mi up fo' interviews without mi consent.

"Ye mi do it" mi sent him a fake smile.

"Great. Go to the dresser room" he said.

Mi walked ya da dresser room.

"Heyyyy girlllllll" John said.

John mi makeup person.

"Hey" Mi said dryly sittin' in da chair.

"Mmm girl I know that look" he said.

"Ronald got ya ass doin' sum you don't like again?" He asked.

"Bitch yes!" Mi said.

"That nigga needa stop. PERIODT!" He said.

"Naw fo'real" Mi said.

Mi told him about Zendaya and otha stuff.

"Ya done" he said. "Beautiful" he whispered admiring his work. 

"Damn mi look sexy as hell" Mi flicked mi tongue.

"I meannnn I dooo be workin' my magic sooo" John said.

"Ya naw lyin'" mi responded

"Word is ya doin' a b&w photoshoot" he said.

"iight" mi said.

"R-Rihanna, your on in 5 mins" Zendaya said.

Mi looked her up and down and locked mi lips.

"iight.....baybe" Mi said.

She put her head down and walked away.

"Now why ya do the poor lil girl like that?" John asked.

"Mi naw do noting" Mi smiled.

He rolled his eyes. "Come on we gotta get dressed"

I got up from the chair and followed him.

Ting!

I checked mi messages. 

"Johnnnn, there a party mi wanna go ta!" Mi yelled.

"We can go after the photoshoot!" He said.

Can't wait, mi boutta look good as hell and fuck a nice lil woman.

"Get ya ass in here, child!" John said.

Mi laughed.

M/N(May notes):

Hey guys, Wasssuppp? Sorry this chapter is kinda short buh the next one will be better.

Love y'all😘