Ariana Davis, a rising chef from Miami, and Psalm East, the New York Knicks' star player, never expected their one-night encounter on a Caribbean island to haunt them. Worlds apart but irresistibly drawn together, they can't seem to let go of the ni...
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Tired of the repeated knocks on her bedroom door, Ariana let out a frustrated sigh and rose from her seat at the vanity. After tucking her lip gloss and wallet into her purse, she glanced at her reflection one last time before heading out. The warm Caribbean breeze slipping through the windows didn't fully ease her irritation, but her good mood remained intact.
Jamaica, with its breathtaking landscapes, vibrant culture, and shimmering blue waters, was by far the most stunning destination she had ever visited. Their luxurious eight-bedroom villa perched on a hill overlooking Montego Bay was nothing short of perfection. For the next week and a half, this slice of paradise was their sanctuary, straight out of a high-end magazine.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Ariana called out as her heels echoed across the marble floors, leading her to the kitchen where her friends were waiting.
"Finally!" Bria exclaimed with exaggerated exasperation as she stood up, throwing her hands in the air.
"Relax, drama babe. We're not even late," Ariana teased, glancing at her watch to confirm they had plenty of time.
"Late or not, the car's been waiting, and I'm ready to dance my ass off," Nadia announced with a playful grin, twisting her waist, and grabbing her phone and purse in one fluid motion.
After ensuring they hadn't left anything behind, the women stepped out of the villa and climbed into the sleek car waiting outside.
The drive to the club was nothing short of magical. The cool, salty breeze drifted through the open windows, and the faint hum of reggae music from nearby bars created the perfect island atmosphere. The women laughed and hyped each other up, their energy buzzing as they cruised through the lively streets of Montego Bay.
The club had come highly recommended by a friend who called it "the best spot on the island." Though there was no birthday or special occasion to celebrate, this trip was still a victory lap of sorts.
Ariana had just reached a career milestone, opening her very own restaurant in Miami. After years of grueling hours in demanding kitchens, building her reputation as a skilled chef, and saving every dollar she could, her dream had finally become a reality. The process had been exhausting and emotionally draining, but the sense of accomplishment when she unlocked her restaurant's doors for the first time was worth it.
However, the stress of running her own business was a beast of its own. This vacation to Jamaica wasn't just a reward for her hard work—it was a chance to unplug and savor life outside the kitchen for a while.
When the car arrived at the club, the women immediately understood why it had been so highly praised. The venue, an open-air beachside lounge, was illuminated with string lights and pulsed with the bass of dancehall beats. The tropical energy, combined with the stunning décor, made it feel like a dream.
"This place is amazing!" Nadia gushed, bouncing in her seat as she took in the lively scene.
"We deserve this," she declared, waving over a waiter to place their drink orders.
