Twenty-Eight.

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Jordan in the pic.
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Alessia
"Just calm down, I can handle my own Alessia."

I sighed. "If they give you a hard time, just please let me know. I'm serious."

He smiled, pulling me into a hug. "Thank you for bringing me along on this trip."

"Don't thank me. I didn't want to come here at all. It's your fault for dragging me on that plane. You got lucky."

The vacation started 2 days ago, but here I was, arriving on the 3rd day.

I just had a lot to think about. I knew that there would be a lot of tension once I arrived, but I didn't care.

"Jordan, I wanna go home already. Let's go."

He pushed me slightly back towards the door. "Knock, now." He demanded.

I lifted my shaky hand as I knocked a baby ass knock.

Jordan pushed me out of the way. He banged on the door like he was the police.

The door hesitantly opened. It was really quiet.

Appearing from out of the side of the door, I saw that it was Nia who had answered.

"Woah." She whispered.

She just stood, dumbfounded.

"Nia, please. Don't cause a big scene, seriously."

She stayed quiet, pushing the door open. "Come on in."

Jordan and I both stepped inside, looking around the two- story condo. It was absolutely breathtaking I can say.

"Y'all asses better hide because you know everybody about to be on yo ass

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"Y'all asses better hide because you know everybody about to be on yo ass." Nia pointed at me.

"Showing up late and shit, you wrong for that."

I shook my head. "Are there any rooms left over?"

Nia smacked her lips. "You see this big ass condo? Of course."

"Come on Jordan." I rolled my eyes.

I was already irritated at the most and more. Stepping onto the elevator, I pressed the number two.

"I don't think I'm gonna be able to survive a whole two weeks."

Jordan laughed, adjusting my bag upon his shoulder.

Stepping off of the elevator, there was a room with two king sized beds. It was really beautiful.

"Jack pot." I smiled. Jordan dropped our suitcases, smiling in satisfaction.

"I'm dead dog tired." He said laying down on the white bedspread.

"Me too." I sighed, running my hand through my hair.

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