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a weave that stopped at the top of her apple-shaped butt, who was taking off her clothes to R. Kelly's song “Sex Me.”
    Fabiola directed her attention at her and realized that the girl was so seductive that Fabiola was intrigued a little herself, so Fabiola waited until the song was over and softly punched him on the shoulder. “G.P., let's go, I want to go home now.”
    “You gone give me my own private dance when we get home?” The girls lost his attention for a few seconds while he gave it to Fabiola.
    “I sure will,” she purred, sealing the deal with her bedroom eyes.
    “Girls, my baby girl said enough.” He kissed Fabiola on the cheek. “I hate to leave but I gotta go,” G.P. informed the dancers and grabbed Fabiola's hand, but not before throwing the rest of his five-hundred ones in the air.
    A couple of the strippers rolled their eyes at her while the ones about their money grabbed the ones. Fabiola could feel the daggersof hate stabbing her in the back as they walked into the musty smoke-filled crowd.
    I don't know why they mad at me, shit I was a good sport as my man made it rain for them. Thanks to my man and my good sportsmanship they can all get off early tonight
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    G.P. held on to Fabiola tightly and led her downstairs. Once they got to the bottom of the steps, someone tapped her on the shoulder, and she turned to look. It was one of her brother's women, Cheryl. “Hey, girl.”
    “Hi, how you doing? You heard from your brother?”
    “I've been meaning to call him.”
    “Well, girl, you know I caught him with a chick.”
    “Really,” Fabiola said, but it was nothing new to her. This was her brother's thing—women. Every man had a weakness. Some it was money, some it was cars, others it was drugs, booze, or gambling. But she didn't feel like lending a shoulder for the girl to cry on that night.
    Just then someone else came over and interrupted the conversation. It was her girlfriend Shug. Shug and her had been best friends since ninth grade and they had been partners in crime ever since. They hugged.
    “Girl, where you been?” Shug demanded to know, not even acknowledging Cheryl.
    “I've been calling you,” Fabiola said.
    “Girl, I've been so busy and got so much to tell you.”
    “Sorry, Cheryl, I'm going to talk to you later,” Fabiola said, dismissing the woman.
    After Cheryl left, Fabiola told Shug, “Girl, you saved the day.”
    Just then G.P. gave Shug some dap and looked over Shug's shoulder. “Ahllll hell, my motherfucking nigga.” Excitement filled his voice and whole aura as he embraced his friend. “Man, when the fuck you came home?”
    “Yesterday.”
    “This calls for a motherfucking celebration,” G.P. said and grabbed Fabiola's hand. “This my boo right here. This Fabiola and her friend Shug. This my boy Li'l John.”
    “Nice to meet you.” She smiled at his friend.
    A few of G.P.'s other homeboys walked over to say what's up, and that's when the party went to a whole new level. Under the circumstances Fabiola didn't even attempt to break it up. She just grabbed Shug's hand and pulled her along as G.P. took Fabiola's hand and pushed their way through the crowd to get over to the picture booth. If a person wasn't with G.P. and his crew, the only pictures that the other partygoers were going to get were the ones taken on their camera phones, because G.P. decided to rent out the picture booth for the rest of the night.
    The song “All Eyes on Me” by Tupac came on just as they popped the first bottle and the bubbly exploded. G.P. knew that the deejay had played the song for him. There was no denying G.P. had not only the bar on smash but the entire club.
    Dudes from all over the city were watching G.P, studying his every move. They were either admiring his style, hating on him, praying for his downfall, or scheming on his riches. It didn't seem to alarm him at all. Instead it fueled him and made him continue to ball out even harder. He liked that the fellas were