A modeling agency takes their top models on a once in a lifetime trip to Ibiza. Fantasia and Taraji are at the top of their category and are the center of attention for the trip. Life seems perfect in paradise until Fantasia's VIP boyfriend goes mis...
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Taraji
I walked back into Fantasia's room, finding her on the floor on the phone. "Thank you Ri, I love you too."
I handed her a bottle of water and sat next to her in front of my laptop. "Thank you. I just talked to my brother about how things are looking for them."
"What'd he say?" I asked
"He said that everything on his end is okay. Nothing strange happening. No threats, scares, break ins, breaches, everything seems fine for them."
"Do you think something or someone is coming for both you and Colton?"
"No, but we can never be too safe."
I've been trying to get in contact with a few people who knew how to get camera footage, if there even is any, from around the island. The last time Fantasia said she saw Colton in person was when he told her that he was going to try and find a way to go snorkeling.
Fantasia was making phone calls to people in both of their families to find any information from them. His mother just cried on the phone with Fantasia and told her she'd be praying for their safe return.
After hours of typing and getting enough leads to let us know we were getting somewhere, Fantasia and I decided to get help from our other close friends. She called Nadira and I called Reese.
"They should be here in a few minutes, Nadira finished her interview not too long ago." I told Fantasia and set my computer away from me. She was still completely in her head about everything. "We've been at this for hours. We got emails out, phone calls, and some back up on the way to help us. Do you want to get food or drinks or something."
She shook her head and threw her phone onto the bed. She crawled over to me and sat directly in my lap. I rubbed her back and she played with the hairs on the back of my neck. "Sing to me." I told her.
"What?" She laughed and rested her arms over my shoulders. I played with the waistband of her leggings and moved my hands to rest on her thighs. "I don't sing."
"That's not true. I heard you singing this morning girl. What's that song you were singing?" I pretended to think. "Oh I know. Whitney Houston. Sing a note or two for me."
"No Taraji, I don't sing."
"I know that when you look at me.." I sung to her. She laughed and tried to hide her face. I tilted her back and caused her to look at me again. "You have a beautiful voice, Fantasia, you should use it." I started to pout at her when she laughed. "I'm going to tickle you."
