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"Y'all hungry?" Christian sighed, drained.
"I am." Aaliyah mimicked Druski as she drug her feet along the sand.
Christian, Pierre, and Jordan all looked at each other before sighing and hopping up. They had all reached for their wallet, tucking it into their now dry swim shorts.
They walked back to the villa as a group going to Jordan and Za'Niyah's villa. "Man what the fuck gone on". Pierre said walking in the house.
They were greeted at the door by a private chef. "Welcome to di best bumboclat food in di island" the chef said.
"Smell good as a bitch in here" Kehlani and Aaliyah sniffed as they walked in. "Smell just like my cooking." ZaNiyah smiled, taking in the air.
"You dragged it." Christian responded causing Aaliyah to slap him in the back of his head. "Hella dragged it." Pierre said, posting up before Kehlani got the chance to hit him.
"Yall gone leave my girl alone. fa' shit happen." Aaliyah laughed, slipping her sandals off as they all walked into the kitchen.
"Di pleasure is mine." the chef said, showcasing the table full of food.
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They all ate and talked to each other for about the plans for tomorrow. They finished eating amd helped cleam up amd then the chef left.
Everyone had now split up during this trip, they decided it was healthy to have their personal time. They took food to go for the night.
Kehlani and Pierre took this as their time to see what clubs Jamaica had to offer, they found enjoyment in getting white girl wasted, then went back to their villa to get ready.
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