Just What I Am.

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Hannah's POV:

Once Rakim was out of the shower, I got up to get ready. I had a sketchy feeling about today. I mean, where the hell is Rakim gonna take me? That's weird if him... The only places he ever likes to go is hotels to smoke weed, his apartment to smoke weed, and parties to smoke weed and get shit faced.

So, we're probably just gonna smoke weed all day. If its a good day, he'll get a present too.

Rakim's POV:

Put my swaggin shit on, got my gold chain, and my snap back. No gold teeth today.

Got out of my room, and Hannah looked fine as hell! She was sat up on the kitchen counter talking to Ferg. She had some tight Indian track leggings on with, with a teal cross shirt that showed her tits perfectly.

"Hey you ready?" I asked grabbing the keys off the coffee table.

"Yep lemme grab my phone." She flipped her long hair, befor hopping off the counter and walking to her room.

I told my niggas to meet us tonight around 12 at the cyclone.

The whole car ride Hannah explain what happened at the club the other night, and how she shot a couple people. She showed no emotion in her face at all explaining them. That's just what I need.

Told me the niggas had been taken out with guns to the back of their heads and dragged to an alley. They kept me. When they were done with me, they dropped me off at the hotel.

My plan for today was to take her to all my favorite stores in Harlem. By that I mean the most expensive ones.

I parked across the street from the Starbucks down town. I got her a coffee, and walked her into the first designer store.

Hannah's POV:

"Rakim... No you do not have to get me anything." He grabbed onto my hips and kissed my neck.

"You deserve the best baby." He whispered along the side of my ear giving me chills everywhere.

We walked through the store and got at least 20 different Michael khors outfits.

Every single store we were he would tell me how sexy I'd look in something.

It was starting to get late and the stores were all closing. We got some Dolce and Gabbana perfume, and a couple pairs of coach shoes.

"We should probably head back, all the stores are closed." He wrapped his arm around my hips and pulled me into the last store with lights on.

"Rakim.... This is a jewelry store."

"Yea um I ordered some custom made shit for ya, when you said yo birthday was comin."

No one ever bought me this much... Especially this expensive, in one night. It just my fucking birthday. I didn't even think he like me that much.

"Sup John? You got my shit I ordered?"

The guy behind the counter nodded and pulled out a couple long rectangular, wooden containers.

Rakim slid his credit card in the scanner, and smiled at me. I just stood behind him like I did in most of the stores.

Rakim grabbed the first box and opened it. I couldn't keep my mouth from dropping. It was a black diamond and silver bracelet.

"Come here mama." He laughed.

My smile kept getting bigger and bigger. I held my wrist out and he hooked it on. Holy shit. He pulled out the second box, opened it and there was a long gold chain with a medium sized pink jeweled flower on it.

"It's beautiful." I gasped holding my hair up, while he slid it on me.

He waved at the worker and grabbed my hand. "Do you like what we got?" He asked. I started to laugh and looked down at all the bags around each of my arms.

"Yes.. Thank you. This is probably one of the best birthdays I've ever had."

We got to his black Maserati in the parking lot. He pushed me up against the passenger side of the car and started to make his way up my neck with his soft lips.

It's already 10 pm, and I don't know what he wants to do next...

"Whatcha wanna do next mama?"

I wrapped my arms around his waist, and gave him little kiss right wear his T-shirts collar ended.

"Let's go get shit faced together." I said. He laughed and opened the car door for me.

It took us about two hours to get there but it's defenently worth it. This night's gonna be fucking bangin. We arrived at the Cyclopes. Everyone watched us enter. The waitress lead us up to the VIP section. There were all our niggas and bitches waiting for us.

Them and the huge crowd behind all started screaming my name, until DJ started some music.

Of course I started dancing, that's my thing. Rakim sat back in the couch and watched, while smoking a blunt. Kiaura laid a crown on my head, and we danced the night away.

Kiaura's POV:

I grabbed Hannah. Finally got her to come to the bar with me and load up on drinks. It's almost impossible to hear anybody at the bar or VIP lounge.

"I have to admit you look amazing tonight!" I said handing her a scotch on the rocks.

"Thank you! Isn't this place great?" Her smile couldn't get any bigger, as she twirled and swayed all over the place to the music. She really should be my best friend.

"Let's go outside for a smoke!" She shouted over the music. I nodded in agreement.

She lit my cig with her lighter. She was about to light hers before I stopped her, "Wait! I brought you somethin! Birthday bitch.." I pulled the grape flavored cigar out of my pocket.

She smiled and lit it.

"How'd you know I liked these?"

"Oh well I used to see you and your brother walk through town smoking em. So I just thought that's what you like."

"Oh yep he used to give these to me when we were kids." She paused pursing her lips around the top of the cigar and blowing the smoke out her nose, "But he only gave it to me when I was crying. It was either because my parents or my stupid boyfriends." She laughed, "they always seemed to make me feel way better."

"Sooo, what's goin on with you and Rakim?" I waited as she laughed taking a sip of her scotch.

"I honestly don't know. We almost act like boyfriend and girlfriend, but it's different. It's ... It's more of a friends with benefits kinda thing." She sat up on the brick window sill, "we care about each other, we fuck each other, we live with each other, we just don't want the titles. I don't think anybody does, it's just too much responsibility."

She's drunk.

"Come on honey vent to me." She shrugged at me, "ok what's up with that tattoo? What the fuck that mean? It's kinda scary."

"When my brother and I were little We watched my uncle get shot in our front yard. It was so loud. It was like everything was in slow motion. My brother fell to the ground crying, my uncle dropped to the ground spilling out blood, the shooter ran down the street, and I didn't move once. I just stood there and watched. Never even blinked." Her voice cracked, and she chugged the rest of her scotch.

Holy shit.