She's always been off-limits to everyone on the block-until a fearless new guy moves in and changes the rules.
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The Plug's Daughter Chapter 25: I love you Day of vacation to Bali...
Alazhá's POV:
The sun hadn't even fully risen yet, but Alazhá and her friends were already outside the house, their suitcases lined up and ready to go. Romani leaned against the black truck, arms crossed, watching her move around and get everything situated.
"You really 'bout to leave me for a whole week?" he teased, his voice low and smooth.
"Don't act like you not gon' survive without me," Alazhá shot back, smirking as she walked up to him. "You gon' miss me though, huh?"
"Don't play," he said, grabbing her waist and pulling her close. "You know I'm finna miss the fuck out you."
They stood there for a moment, her arms draped over his shoulders, his hands firmly gripping her ass. Their lips met in a slow, lingering kiss, the kind that made her knees feel weak.
"Alright, alright, save the love scene for later!" Mariah yelled from the truck, laughing.
"Man, shut up," Alazhá called back, but she couldn't help but laugh too. She turned back to Romani. "You gon' be good while I'm gone, right?"
"You know I'm solid," he said, planting another quick kiss on her lips. "Now, go before you miss that flight. I'm not tryna hear you blame me later."
He helped the girls load the last of their luggage into the truck, dapping up the driver before giving Alazhá one final look. "Hit me when you land, aight?"
"I got you bae," she promised, smiling as she climbed into the truck.
Inside the truck, the vibe was already turned up. Zori, Mariah, and Alazhá were hyped about the trip, talking over each other about everything they planned to do in Bali.
"Y'all know we finna be lit," Zori said, scrolling through Instagram. "Imma be putting ts on every day."
"Same," Mariah chimed in. "And I'm tryna hit up one of those floating breakfast spots. You know, for the aesthetic."
"Floating breakfast? Girl, I'm tryna hit them beach clubs and sip outta a coconut," Alazhá said, laughing.
They were so caught up in their excitement that they almost forgot Keisha wasn't with them.
"Why she couldn't just meet us at the house like we planned?" Mariah asked, rolling her eyes.
"You know how Keisha is," Zori said, shrugging.
"Unreliable asf," Mariah muttered under her breath, earning a laugh from the other two.
By the time they arrived at the airport, Keisha was nowhere to be found. The rest of the girls checked in and made their way through security, all the while blowing up Keisha's phone.
"Y'all, she better not make us miss this flight," Alazhá said, shaking her head as she adjusted her pink carry-on bag.
Keisha finally showed up, running through the terminal like her life depended on it. The girls stood at the gate, waiting for her with irritated looks.
"Girl, the gate was about to close!" Mariah snapped. "You got us out here lookin' stupid."
Keisha rolled her eyes. "Whatever. We made it. That's all that matters."
Zori shook her head. "You too nonchalant for me, Keisha. You lucky we love you."
Once they were settled in first class, the tension melted away. Alazhá leaned back in her plush seat, pulling out her essentials—a fuzzy pink blanket, her iPad, and her pink AirPod Max headphones. She organised everything neatly in the little storage space by her seat before scrolling through her phone.
Romani had already sent her a sweet message: "Have a safe flight, baby. Don't forget I love you. And don't have too much fun without me."
She smiled, typing back: "I love you too, Ro. You better behave while I'm gone."
As the flight attendant came around with champagne, Alazhá politely accepted a glass, slipping her headphones on and pressing play on "Catch the Sun" by Lil Baby. The calming beat and heartfelt lyrics set the perfect vibe as the plane lifted off the ground.
Romani's POV:
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Meanwhile, back in Houston, Romani's house was packed asf. His homeboys were sprawled out in the living room, passing around blunts and a big plate of wings from Turkey Leg Hut.
"Yo, tell me why I almost got into it with a nigga over some fuck ass Jordans yesterday," one of them said, sparking laughter from the group.
"Bro, it ain't ever that deep especially over jordans," Romani said, shaking his head as he leaned back on the couch.
The vibe was cool until one of the guys decided to invite a group of bitches over. Romani didn't really care though they weren't for him anyway but as soon as they arrived, one of the girls started doing too much.
"Why you over here lookin' all fine and irritated?" she said, sliding up next to him.
Romani gave her a blank look. "I'm coo."
"This bitch breath stank on the guys." Romani thought.
But she wasn't taking the hint. She kept trying to touch all up on his arm and chest, laughing extra loud at jokes that weren't funny, and even tried sitting on the armrest of his chair.
"I'm just sayin', you look like you need some company," she said, batting her lashes.
"Like i said im coo." Romani said firmly with a mug, standing up and walking toward the kitchen.
"Niggas is sassy asf" The girl said rolling her eyes loud enough for Romani to hear.
"Fuck up" he murmured.
The girl, not one to be easily deterred, waited a few minutes before pretending she needed to use the bathroom. Instead, she sneaked into Romani's room and left her Fenty lip gloss on his dresser, making sure it was in plain sight before slipping back out like nothing happened.
"Why she keep lookin' at you like that, bro?" one of his boys asked when Romani came back.
"Man, ion know but that ho better watch out onna set " Romani said, shaking his head.
Alazhá's POV:
On the plane, Alazhá was in her zone, scrolling through Pinterest and planning out her Bali looks. The thought of Romani crossed her mind, making her smile, but she quickly shook it off.
"This vacay is for me and my faves," she reminded herself, sipping her champagne.
Little did she know, while she was 30,000 feet in the air, Romani was shutting down all distractions back home. But that Fenty gloss? That was a problem waiting to happen.
