Just What I Am.

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Hannah's POV:

Numb.

Numb.

I can't feel anything. Not even my ass being smacked. I skip past everybody in my glowing mini skirt with my small, shimmery, slut, shirt. Glow parties, for fucks sake I love them. Everything is beautiful.

Rakim's up on the balcony that sits above me and everyone in the club. I even got flowers painted up my legs and my stomach. I look like a fluorescent hooker fairy. Kirko bangs came on and I flipped. I grabbed some random dike and started dancing. If I can't dance with a guy, then I'll dance with someone similar to one. haha there were bubbles and foam shooting from the machines in the ceiling high above us. I know Rakim's watching me. When is he not? We have one whole week left in Las Vegas and I'm not wasting it.

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Rakim's POV:

Fuck.

Could Hannah look anymore sexy tonight. She was revealing every piece of skin that was even legal in public. Damn I just wanna pull her back into the VIP and beat it.

She gave me a signal from the floor below for me to send someone to get her. Q's nowhere to be found, I'll get her myself.

Hannah's POV:

I chuckled at the bubbles landing on my legs. I pulled my skirt down a tad before popping one of the bubbles. You know you've had a lot when you can see little Nemo in a fucking bubble. Rakim grabbed my wrist and pulled me up to the balcony behind him.

"How much did you sell?" He said nervously.

"Hhahaahah sell? seal sell sellll.. holy fuck." He looked at me like I was an idiot, and I looked at him like he was Santa Claus and I'm the six year old who caught him with my presents.

"Hannah please tell me you didn't loose the drugs."

"Noo I didn't loose them."

"Ok where are they?" He asked calmly holding my arm.

I smiled and started patting my stomach and head.

"They're in meee. Yay right?"

His eyes got huge. "Hannah baby that's not good you can't take that much at once! Please tell me you didn't eat the shooms.. Hannah."

He snapped in my face and I couldn't help but to laugh.

"So what? Who fucking cares I feel great."

Rakim's POV:

I had the waitress bring us a bottle of water for Hannah. it won't do much, but it'll keep her busy while I get Q and Ferg ready to go along with their bitches.

The whole ride in the taxi Hannah had her hands down my pants. I pulled them out too many times to remember. Of course I wanna leave them in, but shit she had me like a tower. Plus we're not on our best terms. She's drugged up so if I fuck her tonight, maybe she won't know tomorrow... I need it. I haven't gotten any since those bitches from the track.

We get back to the suite. The door slides open and Hannah jumps on my back like an eight year old.

"Rakimmm take me awayy!" she squealed and laughed while I carried her to the room. I spun around and dropped her onto the bed. I watched her smile, and wrap the white sheets around herself.

"Whatcha doing ma? You're still wearing heels and your outfit."

"Well if there's a problem fix it ahah." she chuckled attempting to pull off her pumps.

I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her. She reached for my arm, but didn't have the strength to keep hold of it.

"Rakim."

I raised my eyebrows.

"Do you still love me?"

Her question stopped the air in my lungs. She the first girl I've ever cared for this much, but she's been the hardest to figure out.

"Baby why wouldn't I love you?"

"Cause. I used the drugs, and I'm crazy."

"Maybe I like crazy." I said making her roll her eyes.

"Can we fuck?" holy shit the question I've been waiting for.

She always tends to ask a lot when she's tripping.

"Only if you want to."

"Take off my clothes. Do whatever you want." she laid on her back, and folded her arms on the pillow.

I licked my lips and slipped her skirt off. Fuck a neon pink thong. She breathed deeply and traced the painted flowers on her hip with her finger.

"Pull up your shirt."

"I can'ttt"

"Yes you can. If you want it baby you gotta take off the shirt."

She rolled her eyes, but this time when she does it I don't want to punch her in the face. I held in my laugh when she showed her teeth at the struggle of lifting her arms to her shoulder.

"Baby..." she whined.

I busted into laughter. Her shirt was stuck around her neck and left arm. She chuckled and shut her eyes. The fact that she's still shy at times gives me joy. Her head was sat against the headboard of the bed.

I leaned forward to pull off the rest of her shirt. Those tits. Look like she got work done on em, but she's the most natural beauty I've ever seen.

I placed my legs on each side of her. I slowly motioned my thumb over the front of her underwear, she slowly fluttered her eyelashes. Then out of nowhere grabbed my wrist.

"Stop Rakim. I'm not making love to you-u." her voice juggled up and down. The drugs always have a big impact on her.

"Baby it's fine-" she cut me off.

"We're fucking. k? We both need it so go."

I did exactly what she said for at least an hour. I came probably ten times. After that she fell asleep. I watched her as I smoked. I slowly ran my fingers through her hair.

Damn if I lost her... what would I do? No ones ever gotten me to talk as easily as she can. Can't believe it took me this long... Not only so I want her, but I need her.

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