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"Who is that girl in there?" was the 1st thing Michaela heard while being shaken out of her sleep. She groaned at the light coming from the windows.
"Umm, we met her at the club last night. Your sister knew her," Michaela replied, pulling the covers over her head.
He sat on the edge of the bed, playing with his facial hair. "She look familiar, I think I know her," he said. Michaela repositioned herself, with one leg bent and one leg straight.
Nassir laid his head on her ass, trying to put his face in her butt. "Nassir get the fuck on." He slightly bit her ass cheek in response.
"Girl this my ass," he said, pulling the covers off of her. She kicked him, pulling the covers back on her. He snatched them again, throwing them on the floor.
"Stopppp, for real," she seriously said, as she sat up. He looked at her with confusion, before walking around to her side of the bed.
"What's wrong with you girl?" he asked her, she shrugged getting off the bed. He shook his head, watching her go over to her suitcase. "We taking y'all to breakfast, get dressed."
He walked in the bathroom with his already unpacked clothes. She rolled her eyes, looking for clothes. Once she found her clothes, she sat on her bed scrolling on her phone.
After about 30 minutes, Nassir came out the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He looked at Michaela, as she avoided eye contact with him.
He watched her walk into the bathroom, before getting dressed. He wasted time, waiting on her to finish. After about 30 minutes, she came out wrapped in a towel.
"You still mad about last night? I didn't know he was going to need us," Nassir said, walking up on her. She aggressively shrugged, looking down at her clothes. "Michaela, you not about to act like this with me all day."
"Okay Nassir," she said, picking up her clothes and going to the bathroom. She got dressed coming back out. He eyed her from head to toe.
"Come here." She walked to him, keeping distance in between them. He pulled the loop of her pants, pulling her to him. "Can you tell me why you're mad at me?"
"Because you left me on vacation, after you did me in," Michaela said, holding back a laugh. She quickly fixed her face, looking at him. He nodded, rubbing the sides of her exposed stomach.
"I understand baby, but you're about to stop being mad at me. You gone drop the attitude?" he asked, looking at her. She rolled her eyes, nodding her head.
"Awww babyyy," he gushed, pulling her into a hug. He threw her on the bed, lying on top of her torso. He kissed all over her face, while she laughed.
He got off of her as she flipped on the bed, lying on her stomach. He stood up, patting her butt. "Come on pretty girl."
