Just What I Am.

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Hannah's POV:

"Well my way of work is usually business before pleasure, but Rakim's picked himself a dime to do his business for him this time."

I smirked and looked at the old man's watch. 10 minutes. I've been sitting here for ten minutes and only heard one sentence out of his mouth.

"Oh Mr.Charles I surely hope you think of me as more than just a dime..  Rakim tells me I'm one of the rarest jewels, and he's amazed that I'm all his."

I heard Rakim snort through my ear piece. Mr.Charles smiled nervously, while wrapping his fingers around the glass of his drink tighter.

"I think I'm done here, youre clearly not serious about this deal. By the way my business only has pleasure when it's in your system. I'm not a hooker, nor am I attracted to thirsty old men with three little kids at home waiting for their daddy to come back. So, no I've made my decision."

I stood up from the bar.

"Wait! I need it! How did you know all that stuff about me? Am I being spied on?" his voice went to whisper.

Rakim cussed loud in my ear at what I was about to do.

I jerked my wrist away. "Mr.Charles I dont need a spy. As soon as I sat down I could see right through you. I suggest you put an end to this before your family gets really hurt."

"You don't understand!"

"You sure about that? My dad was exactly like you. If it wasn't for the girl like me who told him to stop he would've gone through with his suicide."

The man got silent.

" Do they think your on a business trip?" he nodded.

I padded his shoulder and left the dark bar, without another word. Rakim and Ferg waited in the rental for me. Once I got in the car they both looked at me curiously.

"Damn Hannah that was deep." Ferg said before busting out in laughter. Rakim crawled into the back seat and gave me that "fuck you" look.

For the next hour he yelled at me for ruining a billionaire partnership.

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Rakim went out, without me tonight. I guess I've magically turned into the disappointment. I distracted myself by walking to the ice machine a couple times, then pooring all the ice into the sink in our bathroom. Then I decided to do my makeup as if I were about to walk down the runway. Who does their makeup perfectly without a glamorous outfit to match? I slipped on a mini red silk dress that has no straps, to go with my red lipstick. Right after sliding some black pumps on there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" I said while walking to the door.

"Room service." a woman's voice spoke back through the door.

I looked through the peep hole, and skipped a breath. Its that girl that fucking girl... it wasnt a dream holy shit.

I double locked the door, then left Rakim 5 voicemails. Now that I think about them I sounded kinda mental.

The door knocked again.

"Go away!! Leave me alone. I dont want your husband!" I shouted from the my room, where I was now sitting on the floor watching my phone hoping Rakim would respond.

Then the door opened. Thank fuck thats Rakim. I jumped up quickly and hugged him. I dont think I've ever hugged someone so tightly in my life. It  took me a second to realize that whoever i was hugging didnt smell like Rakim, it smelt like Chris.