Chapter 2 #2
“Kas, nooo. I want to get dressed up, go out and shake my ass. Nyx.” Yanna added, looking to Onyx for backup.
“Nyx ass… I got some shit I need to tell Baby too.”
“Nah, nigga, you don’t need to tell her ass shit the rest of this trip, fucking nymphos. I’m with Kalil, we should go out. Shit, that’s what we came for, ain’t it?”
“They’re right, Onyx, we didn’t come all the way out here to sit up in this villa, as nice as it is. We should go out.”
“Okay, baby.” Onyx conceded quickly. He would’ve argued everyone else down, but he’d do anything for Troi.
“Gotdamn, tender ass nigga, okay baby.” Quan mocked, to which Onyx tossed him a middle finger.
“So we going?” Yanna questioned, looking around to get everyone’s confirmation, clapping her hands once she did.
“Alright, bet, I’mma go talk to Mumma Lay about watching Kian since I’m her favorite.
We should all just start getting ready now because it’s gone take me and Troi a while, and y’all already know it’s gone take Kalil pretty boy ass forever. ”
“Fuck you, bald head scallywag. It ain’t gone take me no longer than it take yo nigga so if I’m pretty, then so is he.”
“Shit, nigga I wake up looking like this and watch yo muh’fuckin mouth. My boo ain’t bald… well, she is, but it’s by choice.”
“Exactly.” Yanna approved, pecking Kas’ lips before she stood up, which made him light up.
“You and yo brother tender as fuck.” Quan stated with a shake of his head.
Yanna giggled, venturing away from the group in search of Layla. The villa was abnormally large, and it took Yanna a while, but she finally located Layla on the side of the main house, seated in a chair with a nervous look on her face and her phone planted to her ear.
“Yes, I know that’s we agreed on, but she’s here… yes, here in Barbados. I don’t know, but I ” Layla’s head snapped up at the sound of Yanna approaching. “Oh, hey, let me call you back in a little bit, okay? Yea, I know. I’ll call you back.” She quickly replied before hanging the phone up.
Yanna’s face conveyed her confusion as she glared at Layla. “Um, who was that on the phone, and why you sound so suspicious? Who’s here?”
“Nobody, lil’ girl, mind your business. What you want?”
Taking a few moments to assess Layla, Yanna tried to recognize any signs that something was amiss with Layla but found none.
She deduced her suspicions to her simply being nosey and dropped it.
“Oh, well, Kalil has some flyer about a party by the beach, and he wanted to go because we’re all tired of watching Onyx and Troi be disgusting. Can you watch Cujo?”
“Cujo was a dog, Jaiyanna.”
“Yea, and Kian’s ass bites.”
“Don’t ask me no favors and refer to my baby as a damn dog… apologize.”
“Ugh, I’m sorry for telling the truth.”
“Jaiyanna—”
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, Mumma Lay, you know I love my nephew.”
“Unh huh, don’t play with me about my baby. Anyway, y’all know y’all don’t have to ask. My grandbaby is fine here with me. I was about to go and make some popcorn and watch a movie anyway. We can watch Into The Spiderverse.”
“That’s his problem now, he think he’s damn Miles Morales. But you know we appreciate you, I’ll round him up and bring him to you. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m positive. Gone bring me my baby so y’all can leave us alone for a little while.”
“Thank you, Mumma Lay, we love you.” Yanna exclaimed, closing the space between them and kissing Layla’s cheek.
“Yea, yea, gone nie.”
Yanna skipped off to gather Kian and send him with his grandmother so they could all get themselves ready for a night on the island.
The evening air and sky was intoxicating, a hazy cast over the atmosphere as the group filed out of their sprinter van.
The sound of the waves crashing against one another mixed with the sound of Calypso music blaring from the speakers of the club.
The open concept of the club allowed them to see that while there was a decent crowd in attendance at the party, there wasn’t too many people.
Onyx didn’t want to have security following him around the entire trip, but made sure to keep them close mainly for the women and his son’s sake.
So far, he hadn’t had to request their presence and hadn’t been accosted aside from a few respectful fans requesting pictures.
The same was the case as they made their way to the club’s entrance, with them stopping a few times for him to oblige fans who recognized him.
Word of Onyx being at the club made it to the door before they did, and upon entrance, they were immediately directed to their own small section and supplied with a complimentary bottle of Bajan Rum and tequila.
Once they’d settled in their section, Yanna popped the bottle of tequila open and poured them all double shots.
“Alright, what we toasting to?”
“The way that ass sitting in them shorts.” Kas replied, mannishly sticking his hand between her ass cheeks white, distressed denim booty shorts never one to be shy or reserved, Yanna bent over and gave him a little twerk. Kas didn’t miss a beat, slapping her ass as she bounced it up and down.
“Hold on, turn this way a lil’ bit.” Quan requested, holding up his phone as if he was recording. Reaching over, Kas slapped his cousin’s phone from his hand, making it land on the couch with a soft thud. “You lucky my shit ain’t hit the floor.”
“Fuck that phone, keep yo eyes over there.”
“Speaking of phones, I sure wish I had mine. This outfit needs to be shared with the world. I can’t understand how I lost it because I know I had it at the parade.”
“Yea, that’s crazy that muh’fucka just disappeared like that.” Quan threw salt in the game, earning him a warning glare from Kas.
“When we get back home, I’ll get you a new phone.”
“Until then come on, I’ll take pictures for you and send them to your IG so you can post them when you get a new phone.” Troi offered.
“Nah! I mean, I got it, Troi baby. Let me take the pictures with my phone, I need a few for my personal collection.” The last thing Kas wanted was for Troi to tap into her Instagram account.
Though he’d been against it, Onyx had convinced Troi that they should log out of their socials for the remainder of their trip.
To Kas’ luck, she agreed, and he didn’t want to risk giving her a reason to log on even if it were brief.
He still hadn’t been able to get Yasmine to remove her video, but felt that he was wearing her down. “Pose for me, Yanna boo.”
Yanna wasted no time posing for Kas’ camera, changing positions as he snapped shots of her.
“Troi, get over here and take a picture with me. I feel like it’d be a shame not to show how having a baby made your body even sickening than it was before.”
Obliging her cousin, Troi scurried over to get in the picture. Both of the girls' backs were to the camera, and Yanna playfully reached over and gripped Troi’s left ass cheek.
“And that shit for damn sure not going on IG. Matter fact, Kas send those pictures to me then delete them out yo phone.”
“What? Delete them out my phone, but you get to have a picture of my Yanna boo in yo phone?”
“I don’t want to see that shit, you can crop her out the pictures before you send them to me.”
“You literally had her gyrating on the hood of a car while rapping about squirting on your sheets, but you’re worried about a picture…. please gone somewhere.”
“All that shit is irrelevant, Kasra. Send that shit to my phone.” Onyx doubled down.
Yanna had a point; the world had seen Troi in much sexier scenarios, but he didn’t care about that.
The brown hot shorts she wore were hugging her ass and curves immaculately, showcasing the dangerous hourglass frame he was obsessed with, and he didn’t feel like sharing that night’s aesthetic with the world.
“Well damn, Troi, turn around and take a picture from the front so I can actually post it when I get a phone. Nyx, is that okay with you?”
“I mean, I guess, but that shirt still show a lot of ”
“That was a rhetorical fucking question, your fiancée is fine as fuck! Get over it and let me take pictures with my cousin. Um, Kas, take the pics.”
Kas laughed at his brother’s possessiveness, but he understood.
If it were up to him, niggas would only see his girl when he deemed necessary.
Except, Yanna technically wasn’t his girl, and she often times made sure he knew such.
She was being neutral with him so far on their trip, so he’d relish in that.
He snapped a few more pictures of the girls together so he could send to Yanna whenever she got a new phone, or he figured out a way to return her current phone.
He then maneuvered the camera, so he was only getting shots of Yanna, then sent a few shots to Onyx to appease him.
Once the phone had been put away, Yanna wasted no time pouring everyone another shot.
They could always count on her to be the life of the party and to be the one who made sure everyone was tipsy.
They all drank while dancing to the Soca and Calypso music the DJ was mixing, working up a sweat from both the liquor and nonstop rhythmic movement.
Yanna’s hands were on the ground, ass directly in Kas’ face as she bounced it up and down.
Like they were in the privacy of one of their bedrooms, he leaned forward and bit her ass cheek before placing an accompanying slap.
“Fuck around and make me take yo ass to the sprinter van real quick.” He stated, biting down on his lip as he watched her clapping her ass.
“Shit, don’t threaten me with a good time, say the word.”
“Word.”
“Okay, let’s go.” She grabbed onto his hand, pulling him from his seat.
“Hell fucking nah, y’all ain’t ‘bout to have my van smelling like liquor and ass, and I’m sure my driver don’t want to see that shit.”
“That nigga definitely wanna see it.” Kas commented.