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Their dysfunctional ass relationship. [An original CB fiction.] COMPLETED FICTION. **Sequel: http://troublefollowsff.tumblr.com/ sc_hit(493528,11,9); free Hit Counter

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27.

Leilani

I rolled my eyes at the incoming FaceTime call from Ciarra. I was not in the mood to speak to her right now. Sighing, I dug around in my ‘Coach’ shoulder bag to find my AirPods. “Waddup?” My tone held no enthusiasm as I greeted Ciarra.

I looked to my left once I noticed Christian trying to peek into my phone screen. Luckily I had my privacy screen protector on so all baby boy was seeing was black. “Who dat?” He whispered as he turned down onto our familiar street. We were on our way home from the Italian restaurant Gillian’s. We had a cute little lunch date after our couples therapy session.

Ignoring his nosy ass, I tuned into Ciarra’s words. “Leilani, I am so sorry for what happened yesterday. I swear the only reason Chanel even knows about you and the foster care system is because I told her about it when me and you first met, which was like three years ago. I didnt even tell her on any malicious shit. I was describing Sean’s little sister to her, and I told her that you and Sean were split up after your parents died. And while Sean was adopted, you were in the system. When I tell you that I told her that literally three years ago? I didnt even know that sis remembered that shit.” She pleaded her case before adjusting what I’m assuming was her iPad, on top of her growing stomach.

Before I could respond, Christian’s voice rang through my ears. I didnt even peep that we were now parked in our driveway, and he powered off the truck. “You coming in?”

“Hold on, Ci.” I held up a finger to my phone screen before turning to look at him.

“You can go in without me, babe. I’m talking to Ciarra right now.” He nodded with understanding before reaching into the back seat and grabbing my ‘to go’ plate from the restaurant. I gave him a quick peck to the cheek before returning to the FaceTime call.

“Waddup, Ci!” He yelled before slamming the truck door. “Tell big bro I said waddup.” I chuckled at how much of a nigga she sounded like.

“But for real, Lei, I would never tell my sister shit about you. Especially since I know y’all don’t fuck with each other. But like I said, it was deadass three years ago when I told her that. She petty as shit for mentioning it last night, and making it seem like I’m just out here spilling your business. Shit wack.”

I just stared at her as I allowed her words to sink into my brain. Ci ain’t ever been on any disloyal shit since I’ve known her. I decided to go with my gut and take her words for their value. “I trust you Ci, and I accept your apology. Just so there’s no confusion, please don’t tell your sister shit about me moving forward. She got an ass beating coming from me, and that’s just me being real.” I shrugged as I awaited her response.

She only sent me a small smirk. “Throw in a punch for me.” I literally laughed out loud before telling her that I would text her later.

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It was only me lounging in the house on this Thursday evening since Christian had some emergency meeting with his staff down at ‘The Plaza’. I snickered to myself because his building was really raggedy as shit. His staff were always fucking up. My staff, on the other hand? The best of the best, and that’s because I hand picked majority of the workers there after an intensive interview process. Hospitality was nothing to play with. And my pockets was nothing to play with either. My tenants at ‘The Palace 2’ would never have anything to complain about because they would always be treated well.

I was scrolling away on my Twitter timeline carelessly when an interesting retweet caught my eye.

RT @Mijoflyguy: this bout me? :) @chanelxox: never been one to wreck a happy home but he would be happier with me, no cappp.

I made a funny looking face as I tapped on the female’s username. I smacked my lips once I seen that bitch’s profile picture. Scrolling down her timeline there were plenty of vague ass tweets about some mystery nigga. This chick was way too old to be sending subliminal messages. Just shoot yo shot, hoe.

@chanelxox: dark skin mami and light skin papi, sounds right in my head

@chanelxox: his chick needs to fall allll the way back lmao

The third latest tweet is the one that had me saying ‘what the fuck?’ out loud.

@chanelxox: that moment went you gotta hold ya bitch back from fighting me. Lmao that’s when I know I won.

That tweet was from 17 hours ago, around the time everyone was at my house for dinner. I shook my head in disbelief. Was this bitch sending off all these subliminal tweets about my nigga?

Deciding to not be ratchet, instead of @‘ing her on her own timeline and having a bunch of nosy mf’s in my business, I simply texted Ciarra and asked for her to send me Chanel’s number. She sent it with a quickness and then asked what’s up? I simply left her on ‘read’ before deciding to FaceTime the bitch.

She answered after the fourth ring, I’m guessing she was taking a minute to recall the unknown number. When she answered it looked like she was outside at a pharmacy or something. “Hello? Leilani? How you get—“

Cutting her off, I got straight to the point. “You plotting on my man? Cause I just seen some questionable ass tweets from you. And I wanna get confirmation before I really beat dat ass.”

It took her a few seconds to wipe the shocked expression from her face before she spoke. “What tweets?”

“Bitch stop playing with me. You know what tweets I’m talking bout. This the reason you got beef with me? Cause of Christian?” I shook my head once again in disbelief because shit was quickly starting to make sense. I never did shit to this bitch and she has always given me an attitude from the day we met. Whole time shawty was mad at me because she wanted my man.

I aint never been in this predicament before.

“I dont want Christian. We’re just friends…”

She sounded scary as shit right now and all that caused me to do was end the FaceTime call. I quickly FaceTime’d my honeybun and prayed he was done with his meeting and could answer the call.

“Yo! Wassup baby?” He turned down the music in his truck as he placed his vision from my face and to the road. He was driving, so I’m assuming he was on his way home from The Plaza.

“Baby, ima ask you a question and be honest with me, okay? You ever had a thing with Chanel back in high school? Even if it was a simple ass kiss… be honest.”

“What? Hell no, Lani. That girl is not my type with her stuck up ass. Who told you that shit?” He kept his eyes on the road until he came to what looked like a stop, and then looked back into the camera.

“This bitch on twitter firing off all the subliminal ass tweets about me and you! And then she gonn tweet some shit last night about you holding me back from beating her ass. And that’s how she know she’s winning. Some dumb shit like that. Then I facetimed shawty just now to ask her if she wanted my nigga, she gonn deny everything. Sounding scary as fuck.” I breathed deeply as I envisioned the thousand and one ways that I was gonna tear that bitch up.

“What the fuck is good with her? I never had shit with that girl and that’s news to me that she would be feeling me. We were never ever like that, believe me, babe. We ain’t really start speaking until some years ago when Sean started messing with Ci again.” I watched as he shook his head in disbelief. “That’s why she never liked you? Dead ass?” He shook his head again and then mumbled that he was outside the house.

I ended the call then went to open the front door for him. I smiled big when I noticed the box of navy blue roses in his possession. “Are those for me, babyyy?”

“Nope. They for my new bitch, Chanel.”

My eyes slanted at him as he hunched on the front steps laughing. I simply slammed the door in his ugly ass face before walking back over to the couch. “Don’t be slamming no doors, Lani!”

I ignored him and only went back to twitter. I felt like a whole stalker being back on Chanel’s twitter page. Knowing her ‘do it for the internet’ ass, she would tweet about me confronting her on FaceTime today. And once she made that tweet I would let her, as well as all of her followers know that I was on the way to beat that ass.

“Stop looking at me like that, Lei. You know these roses are for you. Come here.” He easily snatched my phone from my possession and slipped it into the front pocket of his slacks. He then placed the flowers onto my lap before ducking down and kissing my lips. I easily set the flowers to the side of the couch and wrapped my arms around his neck all while keeping the kiss going.

He groaned when I ran my hands down the front of his slacks, and wrapped my hand around the imprint of his dick. “You look so sexy in your boss costume, baby.”

“It ain’t no costume.” He chuckled before picking me up from the couch and carrying me in the direction of the den. “Ima fuck you on the pool table. Remember last summer?” I smirked and only nodded as I rushed to pull my tank top over my head. This should be exciting.

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TROUBLE: 1

Adrienne

“Seriously, Trey? You’re not even going to come and look at the house with me? The contractor said it’s almost finished so–”

“I can’t go down there with you, Adrienne. You deaf or something?” He smacked his lips as he continued to run the razor blade up and down his jawline. “And why can’t you? Is smoking cigars with ya friends down at the golf club that important to you? More important than the beach house that YOU’RE having renovated?”

He turned off the razor to fix his eyes on me. “One, who said I’m going down to the golf club? Stop assuming shit. And two, that beach house is the both of ours. Meaning me and you. It’s our beach house, babe. If I need you to go down there alone to check shit out then that’s what you do. I ain’t marry no dumb ass wife, so stop acting like you can’t take on this shit by yourself. It ain’t that serious to be honest.” Not even giving me a moment to respond to his semi-rude ass comments, he flipped the switch on the razor blade and was back to finessing his beard.

Turning on the heels of my LV slides, I made my way out of the bathroom and down the staircase. This shit ain’t new from Trey so I wasn’t even surprised. He pulled the same shit when we were preparing to move into current Calabasas home. All he did was sign off on the paper work and then everything else was left up to me. Yeah, yeah, I know that I’m the one with the background in interior design and interest in home remodeling but come the fuck on.

You would think a husband would want to have some input in the crib that he would be residing in. Not Trey though. He was lazy as fuck when it came to shit like this. All he was good for was blowing money fast and initialing his pretty lil signature on whatever documents was shoved his way. I swear he was going to sign the copy to his death certificate one day, the way he just signs and signs.

I rapped along to Nicki Minaj’s verse on ‘Rake it Up’ as I cruised down our gated community. I waved at the security guard in his little booth as I passed by. He was in there stuffing his face, per usual. Sometimes I wondered how Rick got this job. Then again, there weren’t many duties that came along with the job. As far as I’m concerned all he did was sit there and press a button that allowed guests access and exit off the premises. A monkey could do his job.

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I grinned widely as I walked from the living room and back into the hallway. I can honestly say that the beach house looked much better than it did eight weeks ago. Trey called me into his office one day to show me pictures of this Malibu beach house that was on the market. When he first showed me pictures of the house I’ll be honest… it was a complete and utter dump. Eight weeks later and this bitch looked like a place that Yeezus himself would lounge at.

“I hope that smile means that you’re impressed.” That was Kevin, the residential contractor, speaking. The look in his eyes read, ‘please woman. Just say you’re pleased so that I could get paid’. I chuckled at the look in his eyes as well as my silly ass thoughts. I’d be the first to admit that I played no games when it came to this home remodeling shit. It was a passion of mine; so of course when it came to furnishing an area that I would be living in you better believe I was on everybody’s ass.

“You don’t have to look like that, Kevin. I am more than impressed. This shit looks good, homie.” I laughed even louder this time when not only him, but a few of his employees let out sighs of relief. Damn, was I that much a bitch?

“I am more so impressed by the lighting in the upstairs area. I thought you said that wouldn’t be connected until two more weeks?”

“We got a new guy four days ago and he went right to work on the lights. Impressed the heck outta me. Where’s he at?” Everybody looked around for this mystery person while I rummaged through my purse for my Juicy Fruit gum. I went to offer Kevin a stick of gum, but stopped in my tracks when my eyes landed on him.

“Mrs. Hasting, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I ignored the hand that he held out to me and only kept my eyes locked on his face. Why did they have a model working construction and fixing lights? Homie looked like he could model for Calvin Klein, on some real shit.

Realizing that I wasn’t interested in shaking his hand, he dropped his arm and cleared his throat before starting up conversation with some of the fellow employees. I could hear them clowning him as Kevin began to lead me down the hall, and out to my car. I managed to peer over my shoulder and steal one more glance at the man. To my surprise he was already staring back and when he winked at me… that is when I knew I was in for trouble.

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Leona

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I just came across this fanfic and I love it so much I just finished it all within two days! Now i'm gonna go read the Sequel. Chris is insane but I find the story so intriguing.

Thank you for reading, loveeeee.

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[troublefollowsff]

Ten years, that’s how long that Leona and Chris have been in each others lives. Their toxic relationship began when Leona was just twenty-three years old and Chris, twenty-five. Never in a million years would Leona think that she would be in a relationship with an ‘arrogant, drug lord’ as...

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*Chris*

Panama was Panama. I saw Tai and Kayla; and no, I did not fuck Tai. No one knows about my child with Tai. Not Leona, not my mother, Carla, and damn sure not Tori. It wasn’t anyone’s business but me and Tai’s. I only got to spend four days with them, instead of the entire week like...

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*Leona*

It’s funny that Tai would hit me up out of the blue, on some “Do you have Chris’ new number?” bullshit. Like… girl, why do you still have my number? The better question was why did I still have hers? It’s been three years since we spoke. I didn’t even have the time to respond to her...

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• CHRIS •

"You’re licking your lips at bitches like your fucking wife isn’t sitting right fucking there! You think you low, motherfucka? Alright, play with me." I only kept my vision on my phone as Tori screamed at the top of her lungs. I couldn’t win in a screaming match with Tori; I just...

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leona is so dumb sometimes she pisses ne off now i understand where chris is coming from when he hit her i want to slap her myself cuh

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why leona agree to go that 'lunch' with dante? she knows damn well how crazy chris is... (chapter 50)

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Leona is like the dumbest girl ever cant blame her tho she's blonde..

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I think the word 'crazy' cannot even describe he's just.... (chapter 24)

Mental LMFAo

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