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I zipped up my suitcase, finally ready for this so-called girls' trip to Vegas with Dai and Jess. After days of planning and packing, it felt like I was about to get a much-needed break. Just as I reached for my purse, my phone buzzed with a Ring notification. Frowning, I unlocked it to check the app and saw somebody covering the camera with their hand.
"Jess quit playin'," I muttered, shaking my head. She always thought it was funny to mess with me like that when she came over. Rolling my eyes, I headed towards the front door. "You ain't slick."
I swung the door open, a smirk on my face, fully expecting to catch Jess in the act. But the second I looked up, my heart legit skipped a beat.
"What the fuck?" I blurted out, completely caught off guard.
Standing right there, looking fine as ever, was Blessing. Durag tied tight, plain white tee hanging just right over some black Eric Emmanuel shorts, and black Asics gel-1130 on his feet. His chain was catching the light just enough to shine, and that smirk of his? Trouble, I don't know if I should beat his ass. Or cry cause I haven't seen him in so long.
