Just What I Am.

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Rakim's POV:

Ferg and Q got here around 10. I went ahead and told them about Hannah stayin here, they said they were cool wid that.

Everybody knows Hannah. She's like the queen of drugs, bad ass, or fashion killa of the city. Every nigga wants to fuck her, and every bitch wants to be her. She pretty much got whatever she wanted.

Everyone started showin up around 12. We were all in the kitchen pouring up some drinks when the door to my bedroom opened, and there was little miss Hannah.

"Damn" Ferg shouted as he walked up to give her a hug.

She was wearin high waisted jean shorts with a Michael k shirt that was short enough to show her belly button ring. Her hair was wavy, and holy fuck she had her silver teeth in this time.

Q put a blunt in her mouth and lit it, along with a drink he gave her. I watched them head to the back patio. He opened the door and she turned around to give me a wink before walking outside.

She must've covered up all the brushes cause you can't see em at all.

All night was so hard. All these bitches were tryin to get with me and the only one I wanted was crowded by a bunch of people talking and dancing. There's only one thing to do. Make her jealous.

I grabbed some bitches hands and made them dance on me. And just as I thought Hannah did get jealous.

Hannah's POV:

Oh god Rakim had some whore giving him a lap dance, and another massaging his shoulders. Gag. Hah he's trying to mad, ill show him mad. I grabbed Twelvy by the shirt and start dancing with him. I held onto his neck as I shook my ass against him.

Wasn't long until Rakim came over and pulled me away.

"Where are we going?" I asked as he pushed my hips up the stairs.

"You'll see." He laughed opening the door.

"Holy fuck Rakim. What is this?"

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