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“Is this anAirbnb?” Shizu inquired out loud.
When I dropped out of the van Jas sent for us—thanks to Man calling Shizu this morning—I was able to see why Jas’ crew was content staying at their rental. It was a massive piece of property, another waterfront view for Jas. Only a paved road separating the house from the shore. The home was a two-story colonial, all white with columns. From the screams and splashes I could hear coming from this side of the house, I knew there was a pool on the property.
“They here!” I looked toward the door, and Jonathan stood holding a tray of shot glasses. “We touchin’ the sky today. I got skunk, too,” he announced, but in a lower tone as we climbed the porch. “I snuck gummies in ‘cause Sin be trippin’ the fuck out on a young nigga. But we found the hash over here. It ain’t bad either.” He kept talking as we passed inside, plucking glasses from the tray.
“How many bedrooms?” Shizu just had to know.
“I think they said ten, but I ain’t seen them all.” Jonathan closed the door. “Mine on the second floor, in case…” I turned to him, catching the scratching of the back of his head. “Never mind. We out by the pool. The shit is proper, right?”
We followed him through the house, passing by the living room, dining room, and what appeared to be a den. The place was styled as a rental: minimally yet tastefully furnished. The décor was strategically arranged to give a warm feel to the place though it was not a home. The artwork told of a cultured owner. Thematic seventeenth and nineteenth century pieces hanging throughout.
“Where’s the master suite?” Shizu asked. “Did they close that off? Sometimes they do when the owner wants to maintain some level of privacy for when he or she visits?”
“I ‘on’t know ‘bout all that,” Jonathan replied. “I just know it’s dope as hell up there. Sin got it.” He stopped near the staircase and pointed upward. “And that shit litty as hell, yo. Word.”
That’s when I made a beeline to the staircase, hopping up the steps quickly, two at a time. I tried gathering my pleated coverup in the cut of a short cheerleader skirt as to not expose my ass.
“Damn, Shi-Shi,” Becky called behind me.
“Shit, she fast.” Jonathan laughed, calling after me. “On god, that nigga ain’t up there!”
“She’s a builder,” Shizu began to explain convincingly. “She’s got to explore big homes.”
I didn’t hear anything else as I landed on the second level. Some of the bedroom doors were closed, others open. I passed by a large main bathroom and linen closet left wide open. Eventually, I landed at what could only be described as the master suite, accounting the double doors. They were closed, but I entered with great audacity anyway.
The man was frustrating me again. He called and texted several times last night after they left the resort, but I ignored them all. I was embarrassed by his arrogance to not use the accommodations my best friend gathered in the name of his birthday. He made me look stupid in front of my friends. That made me regret letting them know I’d been sleeping with Jas. Why did I trust him with my pussy when he couldn’t even trust me with his full name?
The room was sparse, his clothes tossed on the sofa, floor, and over a chair, yet I detected faint notes of his natural body scent and cologne. I’d never seen his bedroom at home like this and somehow it made me insanely jealous. Jealous of others having knowledge of him I didn’t. His suitcase was open, clothes folded. The en suite bathroom was massive, a clean feel with cool gray and white walls. A whirlpool, walk-in shower, toilet room, and double vanity. As I walked back into the bedroom, I thought how much more luxurious this bedroom was than my suite at the resort—and I thought the resort was nice as hell.
AnAsè Garbduffle bag on the floor next to the patio doors caught my attention. I had no clue Jas was into major fashion designers. Just having to see the view, I journeyed outside. It was massive; the view and the balcony. Mine at my apartment paled in comparison by far. I could see just a bit of the neighbors to the left and right, demonstrating privacy. The furniture was plush and ocean was endless from here. St. Vincent was breathtakingly gorgeous. Back at the resort, my ocean view was beautiful, but here was exclusive and peaceful.
A burst of laughter pulled my attention below. Jonathan was right. Jas was outside, sitting with Man and Juggy on the short, concrete bordering wall, delineating the property from the paved walkway, which separated the beach. They were chatting down there, facing the water. The three men were shirtless and possibly shoeless, geared up in their trunks. Juggy’s thin frame tickled me. Man was slightly heavier, but Jas was the thickest and most fit out of the three. The cut and grooves of his back were far more defined and deliciously virile. My sex pulsed immediately, causing me to flinch.
I hate him…
They broke out into a chorus of laughter again. One immediately hushed. It took no time for me to see the two women strolling from the walkway to the beach. They were dressed in bikinis covering very little. One was all boobs and the other thick all over. I was neither, but loved every inch of my body.
As the guys seemed to be checking them out, I recalled believing Jas loved every inch of my body, too.
“On godI woulda brought her ass down here just for that!” Jug shouted, pointing toward the girls on the beach. “Shit!Just for that. These chicks need to know we ain’t no average niggas, my G!”
I laughed and while Man did, too, he challenged Jug. “So, if I woulda brought La-Kim down and she see all this nature…thinking the shit romantic, how would I break shit off?”
La-Kim, Man’s girl, told him she needed time to herself last week. Man had been taking it hard, but was okay walking away from a three-year relationship. He said she’d been tripping. I knew my guy: Man’s ass wasn’t ready to settle down. A year older than me, he felt it was too soon for a man his age.
“A’ight,” Jug began, swinging his arms in the air. “You was ‘posed to bring her ass here, dick her down good, then let her see you on the island, chillin’ with us single men. When she saw that, she woulda known you the fuckin’ man wit’ a whole bunch of cold options.” He gestured the girls on the beach who’d walked near us, half afraid and half thrilled to steal away glances our way.
“My nigga!” Man laughed. “Then why you ain’t bring Jos-Renee’s ass down here?”
“Because she be on some bullshit, my nigga!”
I cracked the hell up as Man sighed, “You ain’t saying shit. You been spinnin’ the block with that chick for like sixteen years and she still can’t get a flight out to St. Vincent. But you trippin’ onmybitch?”
“Nah. Shit different with me and Jos-Renee. You know that, man.”
“What’s the difference?”
“You know, man.” Jug was closing up. Nose flared as he swiped it, big ass eyes to the water.
