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Please note that this is NOT to disrespect Chadwick Boseman in anyway. This is strictly fanfic. If you are concerned with fanfic after his passing, I totally understand and suggest that you do not read this post. Again, it is strictly fanfic.

THEIR SECRET (1/3)

Synopsis: So much can happen when the cameras are gone. Rihanna has known about an article where Chadwick Boseman mentioned her. When the two finally run into one another a year after the publication, they share a moment in time that becomes a secret they’ll never forget.

The Article

The Meeting

The cameras were watching. Paparazzi had no intentions of being discreet. They both knew it. He smiled anyway. When she continued walking, watching her step as she made her way to her driver waiting curbside, he figured she hadn’t noticed him. Then, when she slipped in the car and cut hooded eyes in his direction, he caught the glint in her expression. She smirked, darted her eyes in the direction of the Embassy before catching his eye again. They both knew there was a private lounge there for celebrities where spectators had difficulty breaching. He held her eyes a little longer to be sure. She offered a nod as she rolled up the window.

Chadwick slipped on his shades, pulled his hood further down and lowered his head, watching his step. He noted the paparazzi across the street. The shots taken. He moved quickly to get settled in his own car. Headed for the Embassy.

The Agreement

She entered the lounge after some time had passed. Crossed the room with her calves flexing and the sound of her heels magnifying her presence. When she came to him at the bar, he stood. She paused and her perfume kissed his senses. He wasn’t sure to wait to hug her or not as she fumbled with her purse. In stead, he pulled out a stool and waited for her as she slipped atop while thumbing at her phone and slipping it inside of the oversized Chanel bag. When she finally met his eyes, hers were full. The smile she offered was one reserved for those she admired. “You are just the person I’ve been hoping to bump into to chat a bit,” she adjusted, placing her purse on the hook under the bar.

“Hmm,” he smirked. He pulled his eyes from her and took a seat. She was always his celebrity crush and, without knowing, he was hers. “Glad I was in the right place at the right time,” he scanned her features. The change to her hair. The confidence in her stare. Though, there was an edgy angelic grace about her that blended with the fantasies in his mind. Right now, she primarily had an air of innocence. Though, his mind creeped to her music videos and to her wit when encountering paparazzi.

He cleared his throat to suppress any inappropriate thoughts.

“Theee Chadwick Boseman,” her accent carried his name.

“Robyn Rihanna Fenty,” his smile widened hers. “Whew,” he looked her over again as she did the same to him. While his presence was confident, his expression hinted at an air of nervousness. Or that he was possibly shy? “I’m trying to think straight,” he admitted, laughing.

Her laugh was a flirtatious giggle that was sure of itself. Not over-flattered or dainty but appreciative. He watched her movements. She adjusted in the stool, knees facing him. “Let’s start here,” she extended her hand. She was the only woman who could make him feel like he did now. Hyper aware of himself, overstimulated and feeling every part of his body that he could usually ignore while in public spaces or in front of cameras.

He slipped his hand in her extended one. She embrace it, squeezing and bringing their linked hands down to her knee. She held it there. His eyes glanced downward at their clasped hands as she began talking. Her palm was soft. His was firm and warm.

“The first time I saw you was in Law and Order,” she winked her right eye. “The grey eye was memorable and a bit sexy… in a creepy kind of way,”

He smirked. “Played one out of three Black people who have ever committed a crime and have gotten away with it,”

She laughed. “Two of three—I didn’t realize James Brown was abusive to his wife!” Her hand squeezed his.

He watched her closely. “Complex man,” he nodded. “One of the reasons I nearly pushed back against playing the role.”

Her hand finally released his, but her body shifted in the stool to face him completely as she leaned forward. “You were very, very convincing and appealing as Jackie,”

He chuckled. “One of my favorite experiences on set,”

“The actress—,”

“Nicole Beharie,” he spoke quickly.

Her eyebrow arched. “Amazing chemistry,” it was her turn to eye him carefully. She saw his eyes cut downward and to the left.

“I knew she’d be there. Just one of those things you can feel. We have history. Played in an early movie together,”

“The Express,”

He frowned, mostly surprised. “A lot of people aren’t familiar with my early work. Definitely didn’t think you would be,”

“I read your article as well,” she continued.

He looked unsure. Then, embarrassed. He laughed.

“The one you wrote about August Wilson was a nice read,”

This time, he was fully surprised. “You’ve done your homework,”

“Just really find you fascinating,”

He smiled, lowering his eyes and head slightly.

“So much so that it should be no surprise that I am also aware of the article where there was mention of me. You wanting to approach me during an interview,”

He laughed shyly.

She adored his gaze and felt her body respond to his humbleness. Her shoulders moved in a slight shimmy as she flagged down the bartender. He came quickly. “For the record, you should have been the lead in Unknown Persons,” her eyes cut at Chadwick. “It would have been such a better show,” she said firmly before meeting the gaze of the bartender. The bartender stood before them, hating that he had signed a non-disclosure contract and no-photos policy agreement prior to taking the job.

“This,” the bartender’s mannerisms were flamboyant and excited as he gestured between Rihanna and Chadwick. “You two are so sexy together,” he gasped. “Wait, are you two together?!”

“Daniel, take their order and stop being noisy and nosy,” a talking head popped in from the kitchen. “Our apologies to the both of you.”

They both shook their heads.

“No,”

“It’s fine,”

Chadwick cleared his throat. “May I,” when she nodded, he asked, “What are you in the mood for,”

“Two things. Let’s start with champagne,”

He ordered. She watched him. When the bartender went for the glasses and bottle, she waited until Chadwick’s eyes were back on her to say faintly so not to be heard, “I’m in room 357,”

He nodded.

“Meet me there.” It was not a question. She slipped off the stool and pulled her bag from the hook. He stood to meet her embrace. Her arms wrapped around his neck. His slipped around her waist. The stilettos gave her the height to mold into him perfectly. They felt each other exhale against the contact. “Spend a night with me,” now it was a question, whispered in his right ear before she pulled back.

“One night sounds impossible,” his eyes lowered on her as her face came into view.

“Then we can make it two. See you in five,” she didn’t wait for a reply. She smiled slightly, sashaying toward the private lounge exit.

The First Night

To be continued …

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