I slowly opened my eyes to see Chris sleeping opposite me, my head banging from last night. Standing to my feet, I pick my dress up off the floor. He groans a little before shifting on his back and turning his head to look at me. "What's up" he mumbles with a grin.

I awkwardly chuckle, I wasn't used to one night stands and wasn't sure how to respond. "Um. Good morning." I smile nervously. "I was just gonna, grab my things and head outta here. It was a fun night last night."

His eyes wandered around every inch of my body as I slid my dress over my hips, "aight.. yeah it was cool last night." He hops his naked body out of bed to look through his jeans hanging over a chair, I cover my eyes swiftly, causing him to chuckle.

"Come on Ki. You was riding this thing last night, now you can't even look at it?" He says in his post party hoarse voice. He pulls out his cellphone and faces me, "what's your number?" He asks. "So we can hook up another time I'm home."

"Uh..555-501-2345" I stammer.

He chuckles again at my nervousness, "aight cool." He says locking in my number, probably with a bunch of freaky emojis. I roll my eyes at the thought. "You wasn't this uptight last night."

"I had alcohol in my system." I explain with a grin. "Anyway, I'm gonna go. Thanks for last night."

As I'm walking downstairs, I see Toya sitting on a barstool in the kitchen with the guy she slept with last night, chuckling. "Toya.. you ready to go?" I ask.

"Just take my car Ki, Red and I aren't done and he said he'll take me home." She giggles, nuzzling her nose into his shoulder. "I'll call you when I get home."

"Ok.." I walk out in to the morning California heat, realizing I have to drive back to Vegas. I left my phone in the car realizing I had 24 missed calls from my cousin and 10 texts all asking where I was. As soon as I lift my finger to call home, my phone rings with my dad on the line.

I clear my throat to answer, "hola papi" I answer.

"Hola my daughter who doesn't call their father back. Where have you been!" He scolds.

"Sorry dad, I've been working like crazy and taking care of Paris.." I sigh.

"Working? I'm in my office right now, and I still managed to call you, mira. I'd like to hear from my only seed once in a while." He says.

I chuckle, keeping my eyes on the road. "daddy, don't go all novellas on me. I'm sorry."

He laughs in return, "did you get the $6,000, I put in your account."

"Si, but I really wish you wouldn't. I really can do this on my own."

"I know you can, but with the responsibility of another person. You need a little more." He says.

"But I make good mon-" I begin.

"Mira, just say thank you daddy.."

I sigh, "thank you daddy. How's mom?"

"She's fine, a pain in my ass, but fine. You should give her a call."

"I will.. I'm on the road home."

"Coming from?" He asks.

I stammer a little, "Toya's house. Daddy, I've gotta go. I've gotta call Paris. I love you."

"Ok I love you too."

I did not want to slip up and tell my dad Toya and I went to a club. He doesn't think Toya is that great of a friend and that she's a hoe. I didn't feel like hearing him talk about her. I pull up to my apartment building and head inside to see Paris cooking herself breakfast.

"Well glad to see my cousin didn't get kidnapped last night." She says smartly. "What happened, did Chris Brown scoop you up?"

I give a smirk, turning to walk towards my bedroom.

"Ki!" She yells following me. "Stop playing!"

"I didn't say anything." I laugh.

"Your face says it all!! Did you bag Chris Brown?" She asked.

"He and I learned about each other a little." I smirk, tucking my bottom lip in my mouth. "But I don't kiss and tell." I say turning on the shower.

"Shoot. You will if it's Chris Brown.. I can't even blame him, you looked crazy fine last night." Paris grins, dancing to herself. "Go cuz, bag a rich man.. go cuz bag a rich man, get famous"

"Get ouuut" I dance along with her, shutting the door to take my shower.

I hadn't heard from Chris over the weekend, I honestly wasn't expecting to hear from him. I was a one night thing, and that was fine.. I got to experience something millions of girls dream about. Toya on the other hand thought she was in a full fledged relationship with Chris's friend, Kid Red. Sending me screenshots of his Instagram of photos of him with another girl.

"What'd you expect Toy? We were just the girls for the night. You don't see me stalking Chris' Instagram..." I say over the phone, admittedly, I did check once to follow him.

"Girl he don't post shit but his clothing line and cartoons half the time. That don't count." Toya snaps. "Red said he was gonna call me.. I gave him my number and I saw him save it."

I chuckle, "Girl Chris has mine.. no call, no text, nothing.." I give up trying to convince her she wasn't as important as she wanted to be in Red's life. "Look. Just be patient, I'm sure he'll hit you up.. I'm trying to work tonight, so I'll have to call you later Toya.." I add, adjusting my laptop on lap with my free hand.

"Yeah aight... I guess I'll talk later." Toya whines before clicking off. About an hour into working my cell rang again with an unfamiliar number flashing on my screen.

I frown, staring at it before answering. "Hello?"

"Yo, Ki!" The voice says arrogantly, as if I knew who it was.

"Yo.." I reply.

"Didn't think I'd call you huh? What's up, I'm tryna kick it with you." He chuckles, before I hear a lighter flicker.

I press the phone up to my ear in between my shoulder. "Is this Chris?" I chuckle.

"Who else would it be? You know another rich nigga in California?" He laughs, before coughing, probably from inhaling his weed. "No for real though what's good with you tonight? What you doing?"

"Working.. wanna help?" I grin.

"Hell nah, I'm in Vegas.. Fuck that work shit."

"Who's gonna pay my bills? Everyone ain't rich." I sass back with a giggle. "Nah but, I can't.."

"Man look, I'm not taking no for an answer. Come through, just don't bring ya girl. She got real wild on my homie.." he warns.

I giggle, "how do you know I'm not like her? You know they say girls who hang together probably act alike."

"Ion know, I can't. If you do though you'll get cut the fuck off just like her. So what, You coming or not?"

I sigh, "I wish.. but I can't."

"Wishes ain't shit but dreams you don't act on." Chris says.

"That was real philosophical of you." I smirk.

"This weed got me talking like Michael Jackson or some shit." He says, causing both of us to bust into laughter. "Shit. I'm hungry as hell, you ain't hungry?" He continues.

Honestly, I could eat. I hadn't eaten since morning, I was buried into my work for most of the day. I was more surprised Chris and I were still on the phone. What started off as a booty call ended up being a full on conversation.

"Yeah, I kinda am. Why?"

"Send me your address, Ima come get you. We gon hit a drive through real quick."

I chuckle, "boy bye.. we not hitting a damn thing."

"I'm serious! Send me your address, I'm putting on shoes now." He says before swiftly hanging up.

I shake my head and put the phone down, ignoring his request simply because, I didn't believe it. He was probably gonna call another one of his recent one night stands and she was gonna come over. I focused back on my laptop before my phone dinged loudly.

"Umm...address??" The text read, I chuckle at how serious he was. I send him the address and he quickly responds: "oh bet, be there in 15"

I hop up and toss on a quick grey sweatsuit, my Nike slides, and toss my hair in a bun. Luckily, Paris was sleeping and I didn't have to explain where I was going.

I stood outside as Chris pulled up in his red Lamborghini, the doors lifting in front of me. "You look like you ready to fight!" He jokes, "got on the Debo slides and all that." He continues laughing. He was clearly still high from his weed earlier.

"Yeah you got jokes.. where we going?" I say strapping my seatbelt.

"I think in-n-out up the street. You cool with that? or you like a vegetarian or some weird shit they do in Hollywood?" He chuckles, "like a omnivore or some weird shit.."

I chuckle, "I'm cool with a burger."

He gives me a once over, with a grin. "Aight cool" he says before pulling off. I don't know if it was because we were going fast as hell down the roadway, but I caught myself staring at Chris in his grey hoodie, driving with one hand on the wheel, the other on the stick to change gears. He looked so good driving, all focused, biting on his lip, his jaw clenched, and his brows furrowed, focused on the road. "What you staring at?" He asks catching me in my gaze.

I jump innocently, "nothing, just tryna figure out why you so focused." I chuckle, turning away.

"I'm going over 100mph, I'm trying not to crash baby girl." He chuckles. "We almost there  though. Shit ain't like this in VA, when I say up the street I really mean up the damn street. Out here, you gotta take at least one exit to get to your destination."

"And here I was thinking you was just driving me in circles." I say smartly.

"I'm high but I ain't that high." He laughs, pulling into the drive through. "I'm bout to make somebody night. Watch this." He laughs.

We ordered the food and pull up to the window watching the cashier freak out. I laugh loudly, watching how he reacted to the girl, signing his autograph on his receipt and giving it back to her to keep. She hands his food over, casually brushing across his finger and started screaming again.

We pulled into my parking lot and ate. "Aight so this don't usually happen with someone I had one night with. But a nigga was hungry so we ate. Aight?" He declares as I'm about to get out the car.

"Of course" I wink. "I'm sure it won't happen again."

"Why won't you come back to my hotel with me  tonight, Ki?" He asks.

"I've got work to do, Chris." I smile walking towards my door.

"Man aight, I'll holler at you." He says before driving off.

I place the rest of my food in the refrigerator and head back to my laptop, quietly to not wake Paris