Still

31.

Chapter Thirty One

Vacation was over and reality was starting to set in.

A'Maia exited the Uber and began removing her bags from the SUV. Based on what she knew, the men had already landed and were back in their respective places. They were still unaware of where the women had been, but knowing that they were so close to one another was still funny to Maia.

Yawning, she walked through the lobby of the building, providing a warm greeting to the doorman. Her destination was solely on getting into her home and potentially in her own bed. She missed the feeling and comfort of her bed, and she'd be truthful in saying she wanted to be held.

"Here," she heard a man's voice from behind her. The duffel bag was removed from her hands, as well as the suitcase that she was rolling. Maia turned her attention around to see Jourdan.

He was donning a similar outfit to hers — hoodie with sweats. While it wasn't freezing cold in Houston, the stark difference between Houston's and Miami's weather was definitely noticeable.

"Thank you," she replied, leading the way to her condo. "How was Miami?"

Jourdan stopped for a moment and frowned at her. "How the fuck do you know where we were? That nigga tell you?"

Mai threw her head back and let out a laugh. She shook her head and went back to fumbling with her keys. "Nah, he said y'all were on a yacht and I know you."

"You do not know me." Jourdan followed behind her into her condo. He closed the door behind himself, not bothering to secure it. She instructed him to place the bags in the hallway, telling him that she'd get it later.

"Babe?" Maia called out, hoping that Zakari was at her home and not his own. "Did he say where he was going?"

"He's here," Jourdan told her, whilst leaning against the wall. "Where'd y'all go?"

With a big grin on her face, Maia went into the kitchen. She washed her hands and began searching for a snack to eat. "Miami."

"Are you serious?" Jourdan asked. "You're lying."

"I'm so serious. We were at the Four Seasons."

"Four Seasons?" Jourdan's eyes widened. As a celebrity, the Four Seasons was one of those hotels that he'd frequent sometimes in Miami. The price wasn't too unfamiliar for him. "On whose dime?"

Mai rolled her eyes. "Why does everyone want to know that?"

"I don't know who everyone else is, but for me, I know how much every single one of y'all make and I know how much the hotel costs."

"You don't know how much I make."

Jourdan's face turned into stone. He couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth at the moment. "Maia, you don't make shit right now."

"Fuck off," she mumbled, sticking her hand into the can of barbecue Pringles. "How's the album doing?"

While most albums were released midnight Friday, Jourdan opted to release his on Saturday. It was a move that his label, of course, didn't want to do, but having it release on Saturday just felt better to him. Sure, he'd miss a day of streaming, but there were other factors that mattered to him.

"It's doing good as hell. I'm number one on the charts and our song is at the top," he confessed. "Might be the next single."

"Oh God."

Jourdan cracked a smile. "Yeah, but I do need to head back to Atlanta," Jourdan broke the news to her softly. He leaned against the island and watched her face turn into a frown.