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"Come on, Mika. Why can't you just come along? You don't ever wanna have no damn fun. Look at it as a belated birthday celebration from yours truly." I rolled my eyes as I listened to Pac beg on the other side of the phone in a constant manner. The fact that I wanted to keep my distance from him unless it had something to do with Amara, didn't sit right with him.

He couldn't take no for an answer even if his life depended on it. "I don't need a belated birthday celebration. I'm gonna stay home and tend to our daughter, if you don't mind." He kissed his teeth, earning a sigh from me.

He and the guys were going to take a trip to Vegas for the Riddick Bowe vs Evander Holyfield fight as well as Tha Dogg Pound's album release party at Club 662. It would've been civil for me to go but I just wasn't in the mood.

"Don't use Amara as an excuse, I know it's because of Larenz, but you got to get out of that funk. It's been awhile since I've actually had a good time and it wouldn't be right if I didn't have you there. So, what'd you say?" It was difficult saying no to him and it did seem like he meant well so I guess I would take him up on his offer.

"Fine, I'll go. But don't get too wild when we get out there or I'll take the closest flight back here." I gave him a forewarning. "Alright, I'll catch you later," with that being said, we ended our conversation on that note and I scurried over towards Amara who attempted to grip onto her crib for support.

"Aw, you must've known I was talking to your daddy." I took her into my arms, planting a few pecks on the side of her face, watching her cheeks turn rosy red. Her eyelashes fluttered as a loud squeal erupted from her small body.

"Ugh, I don't want to leave you with your overbearing grandmother but I also don't want you around all of those faces. Besides, we wouldn't want nana to say anything." I cooed softly, holding onto her little index finger, watching her squeeze it firmly.

We finally made it to the City of Las Vegas. It was my very first time being there but it was quite beautiful. It took me back to the memory of when Pac suggested we get married in this very place. He was so adamant about coming here, so his dream had finally came true. He was way more happy about being there than I was.

"I don't know if I want to go to this fight, you know I don't care about boxing like that. Plus, Mike Tyson isn't going to be in the ring. It's a match with people I don't even know." I folded my arms, standing inside of the hotel lobby alongside Pac. Everyone else went to get settled in their suites.

"You did not fly out here with me just to be cooped up in a hotel room. We're going out and we're gonna have a good time. I wanna spend time with you, can't you see that?" He held onto my hand, fluttering his eyelashes similar to Amara. He knew that was my weakness, hence the reason he did it.

"You know what? Fine. I'll go to this fight and party with you." Here I was yet again, falling under his spell. "It's just going to be a friendly night together. No sexual encounter, just strictly platonic. I know you want Larenz back and all of that." I kissed my teeth at his slight jab towards the man that I yearned to have back into my life.

He wrapped his arm around my waist, the both of us making our way towards the elevator, but not before we were stopped by a woman, her eyes obviously fixated on Pac. My groupie radar was buzzing.