“Hurry up so y’all can gone from around me. I’mma wake my grandbaby up in a few, me and him will go sit by the water while y’all nap.”
“Baptize his little bad ass while you’re down there.”
“You know, I let you slide with all the slick comments you make about my baby boy, but I will put hands on you about my grandbaby, Yanna.”
“Y’all love acting like he isn’t the spawn of Lucifer, but okay.”
“My baby ain’t bad,” Troi added.
“The hell he ain’t.”
“Talking about Kian, but you and Kas are the real problem children,” Onyx added. “Argue like a damn old married couple then be best friends two minutes later.”
“What’s understood never has to be explained, Nyx.”
“Never,” Yanna cosigned, leaning over to plant a kiss on Kas’ lips.
The group continued to eat, laughing and joking amongst themselves. When they were finished, they all pitched in to help Layla clean up the mess before she ventured off to wake Kian up for their beach date. Troi was beat, so she retired to her and Onyx’s bedroom. Onyx, Kalil and Quan decided to go outside to pass around a few after breakfast blunts while Kas and Yanna cuddled up at the dining table. Kas was seated in his chair with Yanna on his lap with her legs wrapped around his chair. She delicately ran her fingers through the curls atop his head, their silky texture being one of her favorite traits on him. Kas relished in their closeness, flirtatiously winking at her before flashing a megawatt smile.
“Kas, don’t smile at me like that. It makes me want to suck your dick.” It was the truth. Kas was already fine as hell with his fair skin, massive curls, and chiseled face. His smile only amplified his immaculate looks and had the power to melt her resolve even in times when she was mad at him.
“And I want to let you.”
“Take me upstairs then.”
Kas was preparing to grip Yanna and carry her upstairs, but movement outside the patio door caught his attention. He watched as Quan looked down at his phone then held it up for Kalil and Onyx to see. A few seconds later, the three of them looked into the house, all giving Kas expressions that let him know he was fucked.
“Nigga!” Quan’s loud voice bellowed from outside, and Kas shot him a stern look so he could shut up.
He knew exactly what they were seeing, and their theatrics were sure to get him caught. “Matter fact, go hop in the shower so you can get all that paint and mud off you. I’mma go hit one of these blunts real quick then I’ll be up there.”
“Yea, you right, I feel nasty as hell. Hurry up though.”
“I am.” Kas waited until Yanna disappeared up the stairs before slipping through the patio doors.
“Yanna gone fuck you up,” Kalil commented as soon as Kas stepped out.
“Shut the fuck up, damn, can y’all niggas be any more obvious?” Kas questioned as he took a seat.
“Canyoube any more obvious? Like, are you serious, Kas?” Onyx asked, passing his brother a blunt. During exploration of the island, Onyx ran into a local weed man who swore he had some of the most exotic weed. The men all agreed the weed was potent, but not even the weed back home in Virginia compared to what they used to get in LA.
“How the fuck did y’all see it?”
“Broads been tagging Nyx in it… but you know me and ole’ girl friends on IG. Just so yo’ ass know, they been tagging Yanna in it too.”
“Fuck!” Kas bellowed, genuinely terrified that Yanna would find out about what he’d done before he had a chance to rectify the situation.
The week before the group traveled to Barbados, he’d flown to LA to have his apartment cleaned out. While there, he attended one last party to commemorate his exit from California. As he should’ve expected, a girl he knew, Yasmine, was in attendance. The entire night, she’d followed him around like a lost puppy. He’d ignored her for the most part, but after one too many tequila shots, he allowed her to get closer. Yasmine sitting next to him on the couch led to her sitting on his lap, which led to her sucking his dick in one of the mansion’s bathrooms. In his drunken state, he hadn’t noticed her recording them leaving the restroom. It could’ve been excused as nothing if Yasmine hadn’t written something about her head game making a nigga’s toes curl in her caption. He’d been trying since then to get her to take the video down before Yanna saw it. Luck hadn’t been on his side in that regard.
“I been trying to get her thirsty ass to take the video down. Like, why would you broadcast to the world that you was sucking dick in a bathroom?”
“Why would you be fucking with Yasmine anyway? You know the type of female she is based solely off the fact that she was friends with Brea’s dumb ass.”
“I don’t know, nigga, I’m stupid. I was fucked up at that party, and what the fuck I look like turning down some head?”
“You ain’t think about Yanna before you did that shit?”
“Yea, I thought about her. Then, I did it anyway. I knew it was wrong to let Yasmine suck my dick, but at the same time, I figured,why not? Yanna ass be on some other shit most of the time, and y’all know it.”
