URBAN fiction. A romantic story about starting over again and again, we both know examines the battle of the sexes by asking whether the third time's a charm.
I'm thinkin' tropical, beaches and leeches, I'm thinkin' private, oh From the car to the jet, from the jet to the beach, got a million-some dollars on me—future
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SHAI sighed in bliss at the sight before her. Their chauffeur for the night was slowly pulling into the driveway of Malik's Saint Barthélemy contemporary cliff mansion. The ride there was long enough to keep both of them busy talking or either sight-seeing and being Malik spent much time there with family or by himself, he informed her of what he could. He had some plans for them, most consist of being out in the public eye; if anything he wanted her in his bed for most of the trip. Shai was also very excited to experience St. Barts as a tourist for the first time and not for work-related purposes.
"C'mon, baby." Nodding, Shai waited for him to open her side of the door, picking up her HERMES Taurillon Clemence Kelly Ado Backpack from between her legs, she got out.
For the following hours on the private jet, they laid up in the bedroom, ate three meals and more because Shai got the urge for food. And without knowledge, Shai was knocked out in a food coma for the remainder of the flight. She knew the important details about their trip, and how he wanted to have an intimate space for them both to explore, out the country. Saint Barthélemy was their destination for a miniature three-day vacation. Malik had eventually given in and told Shai they were heading to St. Barths and from that moment on she had this glow on her face that was priceless.
"Welcome to my St. Barths estate."
Shai gasped at the sight of the foyer and living room of the home while their chauffeur with the help of Malik's staff busied themselves with bringing their suitcases inside. Now she had been in her share of special, luxurious villas, but this one was a sight to see. It definitely was his flow of things, the sophisticated white and grey with gold or black finishing color scheme screamed him in and out. He didn't care much about the interior decor of his homes out of town, since his Aunt Kelly was a celebrity interior designer she did the work, but he made sure it was his style in mind.
"Wow, Malik." Malik took the backpack from her and dropped it on the couch. Yeah, "wow" explain's the view of his place, but he couldn't lie he said the same thing about her ever since she stepped on his Private jet. Shai awed over the interior, sauntering over towards the glass double doors and windows. She opened the door and stepped outside onto the modern outdoor deck and kitchen. The deck area included a fireplace and TV projection area with comfy seating. An infinity pool and hot tub covered the rest of the backyard. Shai couldn't wait to make use of it. She stood and took in the beautiful view of Saint Barthélemy, it was breathtaking.
"A beautiful view with a beautiful woman." The words slipped easily. "Thank you, your home is beautiful too. Straight goals up in this bitch!" Both laughed at her sense of humor and Malik showed her around some more before he grabbed her hand leading the way to the grand staircase where three of the nine bedrooms where located. The master and three guest rooms were up there, but the rooms designated for his parents, siblings and both grandmothers were downstairs.
