Hannah's POV:
"Hah stop that tickles!" Rakim was cleaning off my face in his bathroom.
"So Austin did this?" He sounded pissed off.
"Yea, I guess he had some kinda thing tracking my phone. He saw all the texts."
"So what exactly did he do to you? Are you ok?"
"Yeah I'm fine hah, but it's never fun to get attacked at 6 in the morning."
"Mother fucker. Imma kick his ass." He started pacing again. I love it when he paces.
"Aight, you need help with anything else mama?" He lifted me up onto the sink.
"I need to take a shower." He smiled and turn the water on.
"Call me if you need anything ill be in my room."I watched him walk out.
I want his attention. I'm defenently gonna need him to crush on me before the party tonight. Shit think Hannah, think.
"Rakim!"
"Huh what you need?"
"Come here!"
He walked in the bathroom slowly trying to light the blunt in his mouth and move at the same time. He walked up and blew smoke into my face.
"What can I do for ya?" Steam was slowly filling up the bathroom from both the water and his blunt.
I lifted up my arms above my head.
"Take my clothes off." His eyes got big.
I grabbed his hand and put it on my shirt.
"Go ahead."
He smirked and lifted it up. I could help but to laugh at his reaction every time a piece of clothing fell to the floor. Last time he was so high he could barley see straight but this time he can see my body just fine.
I jumped off of the sink in front of him, and motioned for him to remove my mini skirt for me. I grabbed the blunt from his mouth and smoked as he bent down and pulled my skirt with him.
All that was left was my black lace .bra and thong.
"I like this. We should do this every time you need to take shower." He laughed pulling me closer.
I knew this would work.
"Only if I get to help you undress before your showers"
"Deal" he slowly left trails of kisses down my neck. He finally reached around my back with one hand and unhooked my bra.
I bent over and pulled the small lace off of me before he could.
"Ah I see. You didn't really need help." He laughed as I stepped into the shower and started to rap all my favorite mixes.
He wants me.
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Just What I Am.
FanfictionNeither of them know how to love. In fact, they don't even believe in love. Both caught up in the focus on money. When the words "I love you" come out do they mean it? Or is it just another lie to move on?