I flew Bec out to Dubai for her birthday. The plans for the 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 X 𝕱𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞 collab were pushed back because of Joshua and Jordyn's death, and she was devastated, so I wanted to cheer her up. It's her birthday. She deserves to be happy. And, like I said before, I'm stepping up my game. Flying her out is the least I could do.
We're not over Joshua and Jordyn. Becca hasn't stopped staring at the picture of them on her phone since we left the house. She's cried a bit, but not as much. Coming to Dubai was us tryna get away from the stress of London. Let loose for a bit.
Becca stretched, opening her eyes. She yawned, "morning."
"It's afternoon, you slept off." I ran my fingers through her silky curls. She never usually lies in, but I dicked her down hard last night so she was out for hours. "You sleep good?"
"You know I slept good," she said seductively, then kissed my naked chest a few times. I chuckled, and looked at my phone to see more than a million notifications from Instagram. People wonder why celebrities air everyone's messages.
This is the reason.
Ain't nobody got time for it. I braced myself and tapped the Insta icon. It was all comments from Becca's birthday picture that I posted at midnight.
I love how niggas love my girl but I'm the only one she loves back. Only I get to see under the towel. Only I get to give her backshots. It's me and her for life. They can only imagine my luck. I continued scrolling through the comments and one caught my eye.
𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐯𝐨𝐧💥 𝐣𝐛𝐚𝐠
He's such a bitter yute, about jbag. The name Treyvon rings a bell as well, I just can't remember where from. I tapped Becca and showed her the comment. "Bae, you know this yute?"
