Hannah's POV:
"A Las Vegas chick now ah?"
I rolled my eyes and took a sip of the drink he bought me.
"Thanks for the drink." I said getting up from the bar.
"May I ask what your in such a hurry for?"
I had the bartender poor my drink in a to-go cup. It's fucking delicious.
"My boyfriend is um.. expecting me soon."
He frowned. I paid close attention to his well shaved facial hair. I lifted up the top of my dress to make sure my cleavage was hidden , which made his jaw line tighten.
"What are you doing here?" I know I should've just walked away, but it was hard. I mean what are the chances that he's here too?
He made a sarcastic, yet surprised face at me, then laughed.
"You are asking about me?" he chuckled charmingly, then continued. "I own this hotel. Along with many other well known buildings down the street."
"You... own this massive five star hotel..?" I stared at him then snorted.
"yes I do, hence the name Freeman Towers.." he said smiling.
"You're Chris Freeman? Holy fuck... thats awesome!" my smile only became bigger.
"Wanna tour?" he asked holding his arm out for me to grab.
For once in my life I'm actually going to say no to a mysterious adventure.
"I wish.. I mean you wish... I gotta go. bye." I awkwardly ran into the stool behind me. Ugh get me out of here. I looked back to see him with his knuckles pressed against his bleach white teeth, holding in a laugh.
I finally got to the entrance, embarrassed as hell.
"Hannah!", I looked back again. Chris quickly walked towards me holding my to-go cup.
"thanksss--" I went to grab it from his hand, but he kept hold of it, and used his free hand to slide a card in the top of my dress. My jaw dropped just a tad.
"If you ever change your mind about that tour.." he whispered, leaving the feeling of warmth in my ear to cold.
Rakim's POV:
I was planning on taking Hannah out tonight for some gambling or mabye dinner, but when I got home she was already wasted. When I opened the door to our sweet, she was passed out on the couch surrounded by a bunch of tall empty, brown stained glasses.
"Wouldn't have taken her as a fancy drinker.." Q laughed, while I picked her up from the couch.
"I'll tuck her in." I said carrying her to our room.
"Hey man can we still go out?" Ferg followed me until the doorway.
I sighed and looked down at Hannah.
"Oh fuck... she's a grown woman. Leave her alone! she can take care of herself. she won't even wake up til tomorrow afternoon."
"Ok Ferg. Shut the fuck up, I'm coming."
I grabbed extra blankets from the closet, and layered them on top of her.
"Please don't wake up baby. I'll be back soon." I whispered before kissing her, and leaving.
We got to the casino. Gold and purple lights crossed the ceiling. All i could think about was how much Hannah would love this place. Ferg was best at BlackJack, so we started there.
Hannah's POV:
As soon as my eyes opened, I needed to throw up. I hopped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. It didn't surprise me that Rakim left the toilet seat open, but thankfully it helped this time. Once I got it out of my system, brushed my teeth, peed, got a bottle of water, then came to the thought. It's one in the morning, Rakims still not here, and I some how managed to tuck myself in.
Fuck, what if I slept with Chris. Oh my god. Omg. the last thing I remember is Chris and his stupid card. Holy fuck the card! I reached into my bra and luckily it was still there. Where the hell can I put it?
I shoved it in my make up bag, no one would look in there..
I got dressed. After pacing for an hour I decided to order room service. In the corner of our bedroom there was a phone with a menu. I dialed 12*, within two seconds a cheerful girl answered.
"Hello! My name's Daisy, what can I assist you with tonight?"
"Yeah um hi, do y'all have ice cream? Wait why did I ask that of course you do. I need a bowl of vanilla ice cream, and a bottle of wine."
"okie dokie! May I ask what type of wine you're asking for?" she spoke in a high pitch tone.
"Surprise me. Room 358." I said before hanging up the phone.
It wasn't long after I ate my ice cream along with a glass of imported wine, when Rakim came in. He was surprisingly worse than I was. He stumbled the the couch I was sitting on. Then he leaned down to hug me, but instead he decided to lay on me.
"Stahhaapp Rakim!" I couldn't hold in the large gasp of laughter when he tried to kiss my neck.
It was the sloppiest kiss ever.
"Baby I won thirty thousand ahh." he smile like a little boy sitting up onto the couch.
My jaw dropped, but not at Rakim's comment. My eyes glued on the tall girl in a mini skirt behind him.
"Rakim lets go to bed ok?"
I helped him up from the couch in slid him in to our room. I shut the door quietly before spinning around to face her.
"Are you Q's newest hooker?" I watched her lean against the wall and smile.
"You don't know me? Oh, I know you sweetie."
"Oh really? Please enlighten my day with what you know about me." I spoke.
"Well for starters, my husband wont stop talking about you. And I can't let that happen. Chris is mine." she spoke harshly.
"Chris? What the fuck.."
" And I also know that you just ate vanilla icecream, that I drugged."
"No bitch it would've already started to effect me. i hate that like thirty minutes ago." I rushed towards her, but she kept moving. I couldnt tell what was happening. How did she do it.
My eyes shut for what I thought was a blink, but when they open back up I was in bed with Rakim. When I ran my hand down the covers I realised I was wearing unfamiliar purple lace.
What the hell is happening?
Rakim's POV:
I woke up to Hannah hitting my arm and crying her eyes out.
"Rakim who is she!?"
I sat up and grabbed each of her arms.
"what the fuck are you talking about? Calm down."
The shaking from her arms grew. What's happening.
"Rakim someone was here! She she was someone I know. I thou-ght she was with Q."
"What are you talking about Hannah? You're safe with me. Everything's ok."
I pulled her into my lap, and waited until the crying stopped.
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