Chapter 110
architecture that was built on stair-stacked hills, everything was breath-taking.
Naturally, he had us staying in a five-star hotel with an ocean view, which had me spending an insane amount of time on our private patio area that came fully equipped with a pool and hot tub.
I’d never seen nothing like it. I guess that’s why I couldn’t stop taking pictures, although I’d never post them online.
I couldn’t run the risk of anything getting back to Too Low.
And I hated that I couldn’t share such a beautiful experience with my people, but that was just the way things were, right then.
Everything was so peaceful and serene. Therapeutic. I was literally seated near the pool in a white, sheer, fitted nightie that was draped in a laced sheer robe, sipping some expensive champagne, wondering if this shit was all a dream.
“Babi,” Face uttered, as he walked outside, holding a bottle of champagne.
“Huh?” I glanced his way, instantly becoming hypnotized.
He was shirtless, which should’ve been against the damn law. That eight pack. The tattoos. Then he was rocking subtle white Prada swimming trunks, which prominently displayed that massive dick print. Had my clit thumping like crazy.
He stood directly in front of me, and just stared. I bucked my eyes. “What were you saying?”
“Oh, shit,” he tittered, snapping back to reality. “I got stuck for a minute.” He licked his lips. “But I’m glad that you decided to do your own hair. Your hair is fire, girl.”
“Oh, I know.” I smirked, as I ran my finger across my braids.
Wanting a vacay vibe, I’d gone crazy with the designs in the front, then had two rows of small braids to the scalp going to the back. I’d used human hair, and left out strands, giving it the Bohemian look.