Monet DaSilva

After the pool, and a well deserved few hours of napping. We were up and at em again, getting ready for the club tonight. I woke up at 11:00 PM an hour later than the rest of them because I knew that I didn't need as much time as they did. It was the first night for the club's weekly event so we didn't need to show out until come Thursday or Friday. Although I doubt I would even make it till then, I wasn't a club person but I didn't want to be an outcast especially in Miami.

I had another shower, then sat in front of the vanity mirror with my towel wrapped around my body. I did a minimum of makeup, then dressed in a black body suit, some high heel booties and threw an oversized camo green jacket over it; letting it hang off my shoulder a bit. I would've straightened my hair out again but I figure that it made no sense since I would be back in the pool by the morning.

My phone dinged as I applied my mascara, I looked over at the DM that came through.

@DejounteMurray: Ms. DaSilva, you should've mentioned that you were a famous track star. I should've been the one asking for your number. I hope that this isn't creepy but I had to find you after our encounter today. Here's my number, once again just in case you lost it. I'd like to take you out before I leave Miami.

I smiled, and immediately the thought of being a groupie slipped back into my head, causing me to lock the screen.

I finished around 11:50, gathered my things; which was basically only my lip gloss, hand lotion, body mist and ID then left my room. Bumping into Myles; he was dressed in a navy-blue Armani Exchange tracksuit, which he wore with his 1s, as expected since they were his favorite kicks. "Oh, I just came to let you know that the uber was here."

"Mhmm."

"You going to be like this towards me the whole week?"

"You going to be your enemy's bitch for the whole week?" he went mute and I smiled. "There's your answer." I locked up behind me and followed the crew down the stairs and out to the Black on black jeep awaiting us. Elijah, Myles and Karla hopped into the back, and I got into the passenger.

We drove for what felt like forever, the whole time I could hear kissing noises behind me, and Elijah talking to his camera about how much it sucked being a third wheel and how he hoped to meet his wife to be at the club tonight.

"Just let them fall right into my hands Lord." he prayed.

We finally pulled up at the night club; called Black Out. a line wrapped around the building; turning me off immediately. Was I really about to stand up in a line, with these heels on? My feet ached at the sight.

We thanked the uber and hopped out, I was going towards the end of the line when I felt Karla grab a hold of my wrist. "We don't do lines, unless their white." She smirked into my ear, before leading me towards the entrance. I saw her share a hug with one of the bouncers who let us in. Chris Brown's Freaky Friday was blasting from the stereo, and the dance floor was filled. I followed the crew as they walked up the stairs that were labelled VIP. Damn.

One of the bouncers at the top of the stairs opened up the robe, allowing us access. I watched as Karla hugged almost every man there, introducing me to a few that tried to grab my hand but luckily she pulled me away.

Making it to the last booth, Myles plopped down and reached for the Hennessy bottle that sat in the bucket on the table. Elijah set out four cups, he opened it up and started pouring everyone a drink without wasting anytime.

Elijah handed me a cup, then Karla then he took his up as well, we did a little cheer then threw it back, well they did... I sipped on mine until it was finished then looked over the balcony we stood on. I swayed my hips to the side a little before I felt someone tap my shoulder. "You're looking beautiful." I heard a voice say into my ear. "You came here alone?"

My body tensed up. Ugh, situations like this always made me so awkward. I rolled my eyes and turned around to see the familiar, smiling face. "Got my message?" Dejounte asked. "Or you're too much of a superstar to respond to little people like me?"

"Are you stalking me or something?" I leaned against the railing of the balcony and bit into my bottom lip, he definitely had height over me even in my heels. Dejounte wore a Gucci sweater, light washed jeans and some all white forces. I was used to seeing ballers being all flashy, but he kept it very simple.

"No, just here to support my boy CB. But I'd call this fate, wouldn't you?"

"Or coincidence." Behind him I could see Myles watching me although his girlfriend sat on his lap showing him attention. One of the groupies, huh? "You're friends with Chris?"

"Yes, something like that."

"Think you could hook me up... I'm a huge fan."

"Wow, going to do me like that?" he said clutching his chest.

"I'm kidding," I smirked. "That's dope though."

"Something like that, but enough about him. I'm trying to get to know you ma."

"I'm a very complex person, you're going to need a lot of time in order to do that."

"I'd love to take you out, say tomorrow for lunch? That way I could hear you much better."

"Hmm, I'll have to check my schedule. You know what it's like being a super star an all."

"Well, if that's the case I need to cherish this moment while I can I guess." he pinched me chin and flashed me a mesmerizing smile.

Myles Thomas

The more I drank, the more furious I got. I was trying to get wasted enough to not care but it was easier said than done.

It was one thing to talk to a nigga, but after a while of what seemed like an interesting conversation between the two I saw him ask her to dance, and to my surprise she allowed him. Easily, she allowed him to grind up against her and I couldn't stand it. I could barely enjoy my experience because right in front of me was a display of what was supposed to be mine.

"Bro, what is that?" Elijah asked, pointing at my face. My brows narrowed and I tried to wipe it away.

"Is it gone?"

"Nah, it's just a little bit of jealousy though. No one will notice." He smirked and nudged me. "Loosen up."

"I am loose."

"No, you aren't." Karla finally returned from the bathroom, "you're being strange."

"I just like to feel out the crowd that's all."

Monet looked back at me and I grabbed Karla's face quickly sticking my tongue down her throat. I made out with her in a way that I hadn't in forever, it was nasty and wet; definitely enough extraness to get attention from others. I pulled out and she licked her lips and fanned herself. I looked up to see if Monet had seen, but her focus was on the crowd in front of her. Elijah sat next to me with his arm around a girl; he shook his head at me then whispered something into the girl's ear but she slapped him and walked away.

"I think we may have to take this to the bathroom." I heard Karla say.

"Nah, I'm cool."

"You kiss me like that and expect for me not to want some?"

"I just want to vibe." I lied, I really wanted to watch over my property that was now bent over; twerking on another man. "I gotta make sure your cousin is good too, we came as a group and I don't know this nigga."

"Myles, she's a grown woman!" Karla turned my face to her, "Bathroom. Now. It's an order, not a question." She picked her clutch up and walked towards the steps. I took a sip of my drink before getting up and following her down.

Zahra Ellis

Your bitch wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body (my body)
Cardi got your bitch on molly
Bitch, you ain't gang, you lame
Bentley truck lane to lane
Blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain
Fuck up a check in the plane
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah

After waiting in line for as long as we did, we were finally having a good time now that we got in. Aaliyah twerked on me in her short nude dress that I practically had to stop from riding all the way up. I had my drink in hand, meanwhile she held a whole vodka bottle. She was enjoying herself while I was trying to drink my pain away.

I rapped the lyrics of my favorite rapper at the moment. My legs were weak and I could barely stand up from earlier, but I was putting on a show so good that I had myself fooled. I had to admit that I also looked good in my health grey jump suit, it was perfect for the night.

The DJ quickly changed transitioned to song into Motorsport and Aaliyah turned to face me. "WATCH YOUR MAN, YOU SHOULD WATCH YOUR MOUTH NIGGAS IS PRESSED!" I couldn't tell whether she was rapping or actually yelling at someone, all I knew was that she had had too much to drink at this point. I laughed and wrapped my arm around her waist so she wouldn't fall over. I felt eyes watching me and looked over to see Preston and Kingsley by the bar, drinking for probably the fortieth time today. How they did it; I don't know.

As if my stare was a cue, the picked up their drinks and walked over to us. Preston pulled me up against him and I inhaled the scent of his cologne mixed with the alcohol and cigarette smoke. Across from me; Aaliyah did the same. I went to work and grinded on him to the music when suddenly, Aaliyah's eyes widened, her dancing came to a halt and her mouth hung ajar, looking around her there were a few other girls doing the same. "What the..." she then pointed behind me and I turned on my heels.

"Chris Brown is in the building every body!" the DJ announced, bringing the music down. "Everybody make some noise!" the crowd went crazy automatically as Chris waved, making his way up the steps that looked to be V.I.P. "And give it up for my boy Dejounte Murray!" the crowd made some more noise and the spotlight turned onto him as he danced with a girl; she covered her face quickly and he chuckled, pulling her into his chest.

CB and Dejounte dapped each other up, pulling each other into a man hug. They conversed a bit and the music faded back in, everyone continued dancing but I couldn't help but make out the face of the girl that Dejounte was introducing to Chris Brown.

... Was that....

"Is that Monet?" Preston shouted, pointing towards the balcony.

"Oh, my goodness, no that can't be..." My heart skipped a couple beats, this trip wasn't going the way I had imagined it and if there was anyone I needed to vent to right now; it would be Monet.

"It is!" Kingsley assured.

"Lucky bitch!" Aaliyah added. "She's standing next to money! I should be up there with her." Kingsley's brows narrowed as he looked down at her and turned her body to him. "I'm just joking boo, chillllll!" she slurred. Monet looked down at the crowd, over to us, Aaliyah waved to get her attention but instead of waving back she gave us a snooty smile before returning her attention to Dejounte.

The spotlight returned back to Chris Brown who was handed a mic. "Miami! What's up?!" he yelled. "Who's ready to turn the hellll up?!"

I felt Preston's body pull away from me, and I took in the anger in his expression; I don't know where it came from but it was strange. "Let's get out of here." He said through his teeth, he grabbed a hold of my wrist and practically dragging me off the dance floor.

"I need to use the bathroom first."

"You can't hold it?" he asked.

"I really can't."

"Fine." He let me go and I made my way towards the bathroom, as I got there I bumped into a tall light skin guy.

"Damn shorty, my bad." He gazed down at me. "Damn, you look like a succulent piece of chocolate."

"It's okay." I said, checking behind me to make sure that Preston wasn't seeing me talk to this stranger. Luckily, he had made his way back to the bar.

"Are you... okay?" the guy asked me. I nodded my head yes and tried to step past him but he stopped me. "What... what's that on your neck?" he moved my hair to the side exposing my bite mark. "Who did this to you?"

"Oh, just my boyfriend." I slurred my words and twirled my hair.

"And you're fine with that?"

"I gotta listen to his rules." I shrugged.

"... That's not okay." He grabbed my hand looking at my freshly bruised wrist. "Is he here with you tonight?"

"Chill, I don't even know you!" my drunk self yelled. I pushed him away, causing a scene.

"What is going on here?! Elijah, you good?" a male voice yelled, coming from the bathroom followed by a curvaceous girl. I felt dizzy as I looked up to see a face that I had recognized. "Zahra?"

"Myles?"

"You know her?"

"She's... a friend of mine."

"Well her man's putting his hands on her."

"He's what?" Myles' brow raised.

"I'm fine... I just need to learn how to listen."

"What the hell..." I saw Preston approaching with Kingsley behind him, they pushed through the crowd. "What you talking to my woman for?"

"This is your nigga?" Elijah asked me. I nodded and giggled to myself without knowing what was about to happen. Before I could even blink I saw Elijah's fist connect with Preston's face.

"Uh oh." I burped and stumbled back, watching the brawl that broke out in front of me. Kingsley took on Myles while Elijah used his quick moves on Preston who was almost two times his size. I rubbed my forehead and watched as the security came to break the four up.

I was so dizzy, I held onto the wall but it wasn't enough to keep me from... blacking out.