PhatA$$2(COMPLETED)

Chapter 8

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"Pour it up -- Pour it up -- Watch it all fall out ."

Rihanna lightly swayed her hips in her silver and black body con dress that shimmered beneath the multi-colored strobe lights.

October 20th was Anthony's birthday.

Marlon had went all out for Anthony -- paying for Bailey and Kennedy's ticket to come through for the weekend. He even had made a couple calls and had been been able to get a handful of Hollywood Hoppers to come show some love for the birthday boy.

Anthony's soothing tenor vocals rang through the mic as Rihanna own voice laid out the chorus to her own song. Everybody was turnt up upon hearing Anthony sing in the physical, especially since he was just free-styling along with Rihanna.

He had a bad ass ass verse that flowed so good with her song just as the song began to fade out into another song by her.

Marlon had rent out the roof top of the hotel, It over looked the beach, and you could see the sun setting and rising, all over the building soft candle light, beamed against the dark sky. You could barely see faces but you saw bodies rocking around, grinding and dancing.

It was about 300 to 500 people moving around on top of the building due to Marlon's tweet about

ANT"S 18TH BDAY BASH.

Rihanna slipped from the stage as French Montana replaced her.

He started going in hard on his own song. Bailey was up to this, rolling and rocking her hips. She had all nigga's watching her. Anthony sought the opportunity and walked over pressing against her having her ass wiggle against him.

Anthony and Bailey really got into this groove as Bailey got low shaking her ass against him as Anthony held her waist grinding into her.

The song soon faded as another flash from somebody camera made his eyes go starry.

It wasn't long before Anthony's phone was vibrating constantly in his pocket.

He pulled it out to turn off his twitter notification only to notice that some hating ass hoe put the pictures of him and Bailey up. Alot of females was hating on Bailey talking about she was hoe when they didn't know shit about her.

Anthony turned his phone off sitting down he got a glass of water as he saw Kennedy walking over typing on his phone again.

"You like her dude." Anthony told him.

Kennedy had been talking to this girl on FB for about 2weeks now -- constantly. She was bad Anthony admitted, but he was worried that she wasn't who she really was portraying. Kennedy had tried to meet up with her on 3 difference occasions.

She always had an excuse of why she couldnt.

The most recent was because her was in the shop. Kennedy told Anthony he had his suspicions, but he was feeling her so he was tryna give her the benefit of the doubt. 

"I do. She aint tryna see me though. I'm about to drop this board."

Kennedy told him as he asked for something to drink from the bartender. Kennedy put his phone up only to take it back out again a moment later. Anthony watched Kennedy as he was shaking his head and pushing his phone in Anthony's direction.

Anthony picked it up, eyeing it

"Damn."

Anthony scrolled down the phone. All pictures of her in her panties and shit. Kennedy shook his head taking his phone back. "Fuck dude. Nig want her so bad." Kennedy took a swig from his glass. "She fine dude." Anthony nodded asking for another drink as some girl with long weave was walking up to him.