By the time Fabolous’s verse hit— “Bad? I been that, still that, will that” —Mia had Marcus’s new girlfriend staring open-mouthed, her beige dress suddenly looking like a napkin at a five-star dinner.
Mia leaned against the velvet rope, watching the champagne flutes tremble on a silver tray nearby. The club, Infinity , was packed with the usual suspects: ballers on cell phones, influencers perfecting their pout, and old heads in crisp white sneakers acting like they owned the place. But tonight, Mia wasn't here to watch. Tonight, she was here to act bad .
Later, in the limo, Jada played back the video. “Three million views by morning,” she laughed. Diddy - Act Bad -ft. City Girls Fabolous-
She didn’t walk to the dance floor. She glided —hips synchronized to the 808s, heels clicking like a countdown. When she reached the center, she spun once, arms wide, letting the crowd part like the Red Sea. A bottle of Cîroc appeared in her hand (courtesy of a promoter who knew her face). She didn’t ask. She took.
Jada was losing her mind behind the camera. “That’s my bestie! Act bad, Mia!” By the time Fabolous’s verse hit— “Bad
Mia leaned her head against the cool glass, still buzzing. “Let ‘em watch,” she said. “They asked for bad. I gave them unforgettable.”
And Mia did. She poured a sip of Cîroc on the floor—not wasted, just a toast to the old version of herself. Then she locked eyes with Marcus across the room and mouthed the next line Diddy hadn’t even written yet: “You never knew how to hold me. Now watch me glow.” The club, Infinity , was packed with the
“Watch this,” Mia said.