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A nice long chapter for my babies 🤍I've given y'all two good chapters so now I'm back on my bullshit 😛

Omniscient Almost 2 years ago ...

"Love you gotta eat something," Dave said from outside the door.

"Can you bring my baby back?" Naala sobbed from the other side of the door.

"No baby I can't do that," Dave sighed leaning against the door.

"Then leave me alone," Naala cried in response to him.

"Let me in baby," He said making her go quiet. "I just want to check on you,"

Naala had been locked in their bedroom since they lost the baby, that was her way of grieving their child. Of course, Dave didn't understand this.

When he heard the door unlocking, he jumped up. Naala stood there, barely in any clothes. Her face was sunken, and full with tears. Her hair was in a messy bun at the top of her head, looking lifeless.

"Are you gonna let me inside?" Dave said lowly, Naala sniffed and moved to the side so he could enter the room.

She got back into the bed and crawled under the comforter, "Don't touch me," Naala ordered as she felt the bed dip.

"You can't keep ignoring my Naala," Dave mumbled, "I know you're hurting —"

"You don't know anything," Naala cut him off, her voice hoarse from all the crying. "You don't know what I'm feeling right now, I can't breathe Amir. I can't go a second without thinking about it,"

Dave listened to her, his words seems void at this point. There was nothing he could do to stop his wife feeling the pain she was.

"It's like someone has ripped a part of me out, I'm not whole anymore," Naala said, her voice beginning to get shaky.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what more I can do," Dave said putting his hand on her back, over the comforter.

"You keep saying sorry but what does that mean?" Naala cried softly, "Sorry isn't going to bring our baby back,"

"I don't know what else to do or say to you," Dave shrugged, "It isn't just you that's hurting Naala, you ever stopped to think how the fuck this affecting me?"

"You're so selfish, it was my baby too. I didn't kill the baby, it wasn't my fault. Stop taking that shit out on me," Dave started shouting making her cry harder. His mood switching completely.

"You don't know how it feels," Naala cried, "You're not even trying to listen to me,"

"Because I'm tired of the same bullshit all the time. We lost Ameer, only you get to grieve, now this baby, all you do is cry and isolate me," Dave ranted,

"Don't you dare say his name," Naala sniffed sitting up on the bed. "You weren't there Amir, I went through that on my own."

"I lost him on my own," Naala cried again.

"That was your choice!" Dave shouted back,

"Can you get out please?" Naala muttered, "I'm not feeling good, I just lost our baby literally 24 hours ago and all I want is for you not to shout at me right now,"

"Here we go," Dave sighed standing to his feet, "It's only ever about you,"

"Get out," Naala repeated, "You're being mean now,"

"Tell the truth, you lost the baby on purpose. You didn't even want another kid," Dave was manipulating her, like he usually did. He was making her think she was the problem.

"Why would I do that? How would that even be humanly possible?" She asked wiping her eyes.

"I don't know," Dave shrugged. "That's why you're attention seeking now," He added,

"Attention seeking?" Naala repeated. "Amir please leave this room,"

"Fuck this," Dave said before leaving the room and slamming the door. He stormed out of the house and right back to where he knew he would be welcomed; Kodi's house.

After he finished cheating on his wife, he got changed and headed back home where Naala lay awake in their bed.

She knew what he had gone to do, it was obvious. When he came back into the room, she shut her eyes quickly and steadied her breathing.

"Baby are you up?" Dave asked quietly. When he got no response, he got into the bed and held onto her waist. "I'm sorry," He whispered kissing the back of her neck.

Naala tensed up at his touch, here she was, alone in her darkest time and he was out fucking hoes.

"I didn't mean none of that shit I said earlier," Dave carried on speaking to her.

"It's fine," Naala mumbled, even though it wasn't.

"I'm gonna stop seeing her," He added after a while in silence.

"You aren't but that's okay," Naala answered, she was tired of fighting for their marriage because clearly she was the only one doing that.

"I love you Naala, I love you so much," Dave said kissing her softly.

Naala didn't reply, she shut her eyes and tried to unsee the pool of blood she woke up to, the night they lost their baby.

Present time..

Hassan 'Ace' Kingston

"Where you going?" I heard from behind me as I entered our room.

"Go back to sleep Lala," I said lowly, trying not wake Samar up.

"I'm not sleep, he's eating," Naala replied. I turned back and sure enough, Samar was laying on the bed sucking Naala's breast while she was half asleep.

"I'm not going anywhere," I said walking over to the bed.

"Hassan where did you go?" Naala sighed. "It's 4 o clock in the morning,"

"I was handling a few things before we travel tomorrow, that was it. I wasn't even gone for an hour," I said quietly, slipping into the bed.

"I don't like waking up alone," Naala mumbled,

"I know I'm sorry," I kissed her cheek. I kissed all over her face, passionately kissing her lips last.

"Your son is literally between us," Naala said pushing me back when the kiss got too sloppy.

Samar was laying in between us, holding onto Naala's tank top and trying to put it in his mouth.

"Why can't he sleep in his own room?" I mugged, I lifted him up and he started fussing, crying loud.

"You just had to bother him," Naala complained, taking him back from me. "It's okay stink, daddy is jealous of you," She spoke in her dumb ass baby voice.

"Ain't nobody jealous of him," I frowned watching her kiss all over him. I should be the one getting the kisses.

"You want a kiss?" Naala asked looking over at me. I nodded and she reached over, kissing my lips.

"I love you," I mumbled kissing her again. I looked down and kissed Samar's head,

"I love you more," Naala cooed licking my cheek.

"Samar go to sleep," I groaned laying back down. I put my arms around Naala's waist and kissed her skin.

"Leave him alone Hassan," Naala mumbled laying him down in between her legs.

"Have you finished packing?" I asked her, running my hands up and down her thighs.

"Yeah, I packed your case too," She nodded and pointed to the closet.

"Thanks baby," I said leaning up to peck her lips.

"I packed all my sexy panties too," Naala smiled. She had been complaining that when she was pregnant she never got to where any sexy panties.

"You got some on now?" I asked playing with the hem of her shorts.

"Yep, why not?" She responded. I could see it now but of course Samar was cock blocking the fuck out of me.

"Oh Bubba, that was a big one," Naala said putting his butt to her nose.

"Lemme do it," I jumped at the chance, if I get him in the nursery, I'm making sure he stays there.

"Be my guest," Naala said handing him to me. "Turn the light out too," She added turning her back to me.

"Come on little man," I said putting him on my shoulder. I practically skipped to the nursery, cutting on the light and laying him down on the changing table.

"Okay so Mar, I need you to stay in here tonight," I spoke quietly, unbuttoning his baby suit. "Pops hasn't got some in a week, I'm begging you,"

When Samar was in the room, Naala never wanted to do nothing. She claimed that she didn't want to scar him by us having sex when he's around.

I put on a new diaper and got him dressed again. "Come on, sleep," I said rocking him to the side.

"Samar don't do it," I said bluntly when he started turning his head from side to side, meaning he was getting ready to cry.

I started to rock him faster, when that didn't work, I got out the little nipple extender. I attached it to my chest and let him suck on it.

Best thing I've ever bought. Little nigga thought he was sucking titty but in reality he weren't doing nothing.

When his eyes started to close, I smiled widely. Even Mar knew I was in need of some pussy.

I got him to sleep and laid him down in his crib before taking the monitor and switching on the night light. I ran down the hallway only to hear Naala's snoring as soon as I got in the room.

"Baby," I whispered slipping back into the bed. I started planting soft kisses on her neck and rubbing her ass.

"Mmm," Naala hummed turning her head to look at me. "He's sleep?"

"Yeah, he's sleep," I mumbled still kissing on her. I let my hand find itself in her panties, "Why you so wet already?" I asked her.

"Hassan hurry up or I'm going to sleep," Naala replied lifting her leg up some.

Smirking, I slid into her giving her a moment to adjust before I started moving in and out of her slowly.

"Bae," Naala moaned into the pillow,

I picked up my pace and held her body close, wrapping my arm around her waist. I had to stop myself from moaning because shit, this felt good as fuck.

"Turn over," I said into her ear, pulling out so she could face me.

Even in the dark, I could see the outline of her perfect face.

"You're so fucking beautiful" I cursed sliding into her again, making her grab onto me.

"Hassan," She moaned loudly putting her hands on my stomach. I leaned down to her neck and nestled my face there, making sure to bury myself deep inside her.

"What I told you about running?" I said moving her hands and giving her more deep and long strokes.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum," Naala cried out, I could see the tears falling from her eyes. "Pull out," She instructed me but I was legally deaf.

Ain't no way I was about to pull out, I fucked her through her orgasm sending her into overdrive.

"Fuck," I mumbled when I released myself inside her, steadying my breathing.

"Why don't you listen?" Naala whined from beneath me.  I ignored her, kissing her lips quickly.

"When I didn't listen?" I asked cluelessly, I don't know why she was doing all this talking because we weren't done.

"Mmcht," Naala tutted before straddling my waist. "If I get pregnant again, I'm breaking up with you,"

"How that gonna work?" I laughed. She mugged me but still took my dick in her hands, and slid down on it.

"Oh shit," I groaned out of surprise. She didn't even give a nigga a second, she just started bouncing up and down.

I gripped her waist and matched her with my long strokes making her slow down,

"Oh cuz you thought I was a bitch huh?" I smirked when she threw her head back.

"Do you love me?" I asked wrapping my hand around her neck,

"Mmhm," Naala moaned using my chest as support,

"I wanna hear you say it baby," I replied my strokes speeding up.

"I love you," Naala cried out, "I'm so close," She panted,

I felt my dick stiffening and at that point I could have pulled out but I didn't want to.

"Hassan I'm being serious, pull out," Naala moaned loudly wrapping her arms around me neck and leaning into me.

"Why I gotta do that?" I asked again when her legs started shaking.

We came together and she pushed me off her getting off the bed.

"Ah," I breathed out happily laying against the pillows. "Best pussy I've had in a while," I called out.

"Fuck you," Naala shouted back. "It's the last bit you're getting too, so you better bring your lotion with you on this trip," She said coming out of the bathroom.

Her hair was rewrapped and she was still naked. I scrunched up my face in confusion.

"I know you lying," I mumbled letting her lie on top of me.

"I'm really not, you always wanna play so now let's play. I know I can hold out longer than you," Naala said looking up at me.

"Lala you gon lose. One day on that casamigos and you gon fold," I spoke facts, all it took was one drink for Naala.

"You don't know me," She mugged. "You get one drink in you and start begging to put the tip in. I can't wait,"

One thing about me is that I ain't never lost a bet in my life and I wasn't about to start.

"Aight bet," I nodded, she kissed my lips and smiled.

"I can still kiss you?" I asked using my finger to part her lips.

"Yes," Naala smiled leaning up and kissing me again. "Just no coochie,"

"I give you one day," I laughed. Naala was a fiend for me, no matter how much she tried to deny it.

~~

"La you gotta stop crying now," I said into her ear. We had just dropped the boys off and she was damn near about to throw up because of how hard she was crying.

"I don't want to leave them," She cried leaning against the window. "I didn't even get to say bye to the girls,"

"Because your baby daddy is a bitch," I spoke checking my rearview mirror before starting the car. He called himself being angry at Naala and she hadn't seen the girls since they came over to the house.

"I hate him so much," Naala sniffed, "I wish I never met him, or ever dealt with him,"

"You can't say that because then Sinai and Malia wouldn't have existed," I reminded her,

"Sinai hates me anyway. She's my first daughter, the child I sacrificed my life for and she can't stand me," She responded.

"She's too young to understand all that baby, one day she's gonna realise what you did for her," I reassured her.

"What would I do without you?" She sighed holding my hand. I pulled up to the red light and reached over, pecking her cheek.

"Stop with the tears now, we're going on vacation," I said wiping her face.

"You still haven't told me where we're going," Naala replied looking over at me.

"That's normally what happens with a surprise," I spoke in response.

"Okay so is it Jamaica?" Naala started saying every country she could think of. "Don't ignore me," She tutted slapping my arm.

"You lowkey abusive," I said rubbing where she hit,

"I am huh?" She questioned lowly. "I'm sorry Hassan. I shouldn't really put my hands on you,"

"Why are you apologising?" I said looking over at her weirdly.

"Because I don't want you to hit me back," Naala answered like it was nothing.

See that fucked with me because she honestly thought I was gonna raise my hands and hit her back and she was calm about it.

"I would never hit you back Naala, don't say shit like that. I don't like it," I said clenching my jaw.

"Okay but that's what Amir said," Naala shrugged. "Anyway let's not talk about this, I'm excited about this trip,"

"Nah, you think I'm a liar or something? What have a lied to you about?" There was no way she was gonna say some shit like that and then stop the conversation.

"You told me you stopped dealing drugs, but I found this in Saint's room this morning," She said bringing out the bag full of pills and drugs.

"Why were you in my stuff?" I sucked my teeth taking the bag and stuffing it under my seat.

"I was finding our son something to wear." Naala defended. "What if he found them? And he took some?"

"Naala I ain't in the mood for a lecture right now. I apologise, I'll keep the drugs out of the house," I said cutting her off.

"They we're in his closet Hassan," Naala snapped at me. "In our new home?"

"Who bought the new house? Stop fussing, I said I will get rid of it" I responded quickly,

"We can move out of it," Naala said snatching her hand back from my lap. "I can take my sons and we can go,"

"You're not taking my kids anywhere Naala, why you acting like this? Moments ago you were excited for this trip," I shook my head. She was literally asking me where were going and now she's threatening to take our kids and leave.

"So my mood can't change?" Naala scoffed,

"La can we not start this trip like this?" I asked nicely. I pulled up at the airport and took her hand. "I'm sorry about the drugs, I'll get rid of them all. I told you I was done, I wasn't lying,"

"Hassan I don't like when you lie to me. It makes me feel like you don't trust me," Naala said looking away from me. "I trust you with my life, with our sons lives." She finished.

"I trust you Naala, I just don't want you caught up in my mess," I explained. I looked out of the window and saw Dess and Drew waiting for us. "Please baby, come on," I begged.

"Stop lying to me," She pointed at me. I nodded quickly and held her chin up.

"Lemme get a kiss," I whispered, Naala rolled her eyes and leaned over pecking my lips repeatedly.

"I hate arguing with you," Naala mumbled wiping something off my face.

"Me too, let's not do that again," I smirked leaning in again.

"San," Naala moaned into the kiss. "How long have we got?" She said climbing over to sit on my lap.

"You're gonna let me win?" I asked when she started kissing my neck.

"Fuck," She groaned lifting her head up. "I take it back, I can't do it. You look so sexy when you're angry, do that face again,"

"This one?" I laughed clenching my jaw again,

"That one," Naala sighed, "We can't do anything?"

"Nah come on," I tapped her ass, "They're waiting for us, look," I said gesturing to Desiree and Drew waiting for us on the street.

"The windows are tinted," Naala pouted, "Just the tip," She whispered in my ear tugging on my joggers.

"Lala, we gotta go," I laughed lifting her back into her seat. Now who was begging for the tip?

"I hate you," She said getting out of the car and slamming the door. I parked up and gave the key to the valet.

"What's up?" I dapped Drew up and gave Dess a hug.

"We've been waiting ages, what was y'all doing?" Dess asked hugging Naala.

"Nothing," Naala responded rolling her eyes. "Let's go," she took Dess' hand and walked off.

"I'll just get the bags then?" I called out to her making her stick her middle finger up at me.

"You've fucked up already?" Drew smirked helping me lift some of the bags.

"Nah, we made a bet to see who can hold out the longest and she's mad because I actually want to play now," I responded walking beside him into the airport.

"Why the fuck did we agree to this?" Tarek said popping out from nowhere,

"Man I really don't know," Drew blew out a breath, "It's 11am and they steady drinking," He added nodding at the girls filling up their flasks.

"Y'all are lucky. Naleli act like she drinks 10 bottles of vodka on a normal day, watch when she has an actual drink," Tarek tutted.

"I ain't bothered, Naala has one drink then wants to be all up under me, that's it," I spoke setting the bags down.

"Shots!" I heard Naala squeal from ahead of us.

"I ain't ready for this," Drew sighed as we walked over to them.

"Easy," I spoke to Naala, taking the flask from her. This was the first time she was drinking in about 10 months, it was about to be a crazy one.

"Do you want to fuck?" Naala asked me with a straight face,

"No La, I don't," I responded taking her purse that she was holding out to me.

"Right, so go back over there with your little friends," She shooed me off.

"Why they gotta be little?" Dess laughed loudly.

"Right, ain't nothing little bout my man, right baby?" Naleli shouted out to Tarek, who put his head down in embarrassment.

"Y'all are already wildin'" I shook my head, "We gotta get going," I took Naala's hand and led her towards where we needed to be.

We ended up at the bar because they were still fueling the jet. The girls of course were drunk and the guys were just about there too.

"I love you," Naala mumbled drunkly against my lips. What did I say, one drink and shes right back under me.

"I love you too baby, you want another drink?" I asked pouring myself one.

"Mmmhm," She hummed hanging onto my neck. "I also want you,"

"Sit down properly," I said fixing her on my legs so she was facing the side where no one else was.

"Ooo are we about to play?" She giggled playing with my joggers. I was about to tease the fuck outta of her.

Lucky for me she was wearing a dress, so I slipped my hands into her panties. Pushing them to the side, I ran my finger up and down her slit.

"Oh," Naala moaned putting her face into my neck. I slid my finger in making her gasp,

"Y'all okay over there?" Naleli asked with a raised brow.

"Yeah," Naala replied, "I think I've had too much to drink," She stuttered. I didn't ease up though, I added a finger and started pumping in and out of her.

"Hassan," Naala panted holding onto my neck tighter.

She turned her face to me allowing me to kiss her, our tongues colliding.

"Wait," She moaned into my mouth, I ignored her speeding up and using the come here motion making her go crazy.

"Ain't no way y'all are seriously fucking right now," Tarek burst into laughter. "Leli look," He tapped Naleli who was dancing to the bar music.

"No we aren't shut up," I frowned slipping my finger out of her. When no one was looking, I pulled them out of her panties and put them in my mouth, sucking her juices off of them.

"Let me taste," Naala smirked leaning in to kiss me. I grabbed her face and took her lips in mine, sucking on her bottom lip as we pulled apart.

"Let's go have some nasty drunk sex," I said lifting her up,

"But the bet," Naala pouted, "I want to win, you're cheating." She hiccuped.

"This your last chance, after this the bet really on," I said rubbing her ass.

"Bet, I'm gonna win and when I do you have to do whatever I want for a week," Naala nodded leaning past me to pick up her drink.

I watched her finish it before standing up. I pulled down her dress some and kissed her cheek.

"Ayo, it's ready," Drew said alerting us all. I nodded and got up, intertwining our hands. Naala kept swaying and stopping several times.

"When we get on that plane, you gotta sleep," I said as I helped her out the doors.

We got out to the tarmac and Naala gasped getting all in her feelings.

"Baby, it says Lala Airlines," Naala squealed holding onto me. "That's so cute,"

"You like it?" I asked with my arms wrapped around her waist.

"I love it." She smiled. "I love you, so much," She mumbled bringing my face towards her.

"Mwah," She kissed me repeatedly, I could taste the alcohol on her lips.

"You just put some more of that annoying lip gloss on," I complained as she wiped it off.

"Sorry daddy," Naala smiled stepping in front of me.

"Drew do you love me enough to buy me a plane? Cuz right now I'm really regretting leaving my baby daddy," Dess said loudly from behind us. Now why the hell would she say that?

"She said what?" Naala mumbled turning around,

"She don't mean it, face forward," I said pulling Naala back. Normal Naala was crazy, drunk Naala was a full blown psycho.

The last thing I needed was these two falling out over some petty shit Dess was saying while she was drunk.

"Go be with him then," Drew argued back, you could tell he was tired of her shit.

"Uhn uhn D, come on. Not with my girl stood right here," I said lowly,

"Whatchu mean you regret leaving him?" Naala spoke up to Dess. "That's not funny Desiree,"

"Lala stay out of this," Dess answered dismissively. Ah hell,

"Don't talk to her like that," Naleli said stepping forward. "Argue you with your man over there and don't speak to my sister like you haven't got any damn sense,"

"Oh lord," Tarek mumbled as the girls started arguing.

"Nah cuz that sounds mad weird," Naala shook her head. "And Hassan you standing here like booboo the motherfucking fool, not addressing it,"

Now why I gotta be a fool?

"There ain't nothing to address," Dess shrugged. "Trust me if I wanted him, I would have him,"

"Desiree what the fuck?" I said getting irritated.

"You heard that right?" Naala asked Naleli, I saw her start messing with her earrings and putting her hair up.

"Naala y'all is not about to fight right now, get your ass on the plane," I said moving her away from Dess.

"No because she's saying some slick shit like I won't beat her ass right here," Naala shouted at me.

"Naala what's the problem? You're making an issue out of nothing. When have I ever said I wanted Hassan back?"

"Bitch you just said if you wanted him, you could have him," Naala replied trying to get from around me.

"Don't call her out her name," Drew spoke, "All that bitch calling ain't necessary,"

I mugged the fuck out of him because who the fuck does he think he is talking to her at all.

"Why you speaking to her? Don't be getting in woman's drama cuz that's the quickest way to get fucked up," I pointed at him.

"I guess we're not going anywhere," Tarek said with his arm around Naleli.

"She's not coming anywhere with me," Naala said gesturing towards Desiree.

"I wish you would touch me Naala," Desiree said stupidly,

"I swear I'm gonna — " She said trying to reach for Dess.

"Hey, stop it," I said to Naala, holding her by her waist.

"Everybody just get on the plane," Drew snapped making me mug him.

"Chill out," I said taking Naala's hand so we could get on the plane. "Sit down and don't talk to nobody," I said to her helping her put her seatbelt on.

"Have you being seeing her or something?" Naala asked grabbing my hand before I could walk off. "She obviously has feelings for you and you didn't deny anything,"

"La she's drunk," I replied. "Me and Dess have never been that way. Even before Mocha, it was just sex," I explained.

"I don't believe you," She answered. "I don't want her anywhere near you either,"

"She's your best friend," I defended, "Y'all are gonna sort this out,"

"Why are you on her side?" Naala squinted at me. "Do you know what, move the fuck out of my way Hassan because I know you're fucking her," She started to try and get out of her seat.

"You really think I'm fucking playing Hassan?" Naala asked me with an angry look.

"Naala sit the fuck back and stop it," I said moving her hands off me.

"You're a liar," She pointed at me. "You're just like him," She started to cry and that made me feel bad.

"Move," Naleli pushed passed me and sat by her. "Go sit back there with Tarek while I sort her out,"

"I'm not having sex with her Lala," I said making her cry harder.

"Just go!" Naleli snapped at me. I turned around and went to the back of the plane to sit by Tarek.

"That's what happens when you leave them unattended with a bottle," Tarek commented as I sat back.

I saw Drew and Desiree getting on, he was holding her close so she wouldn't get to Naala.

"Just sit your ass down," I heard Drew say to Dess,

"Naala you're really doing the most for nothing," Dess said over her shoulder.

"Bitch I will come over there and show you how I get down," Naala shouted. I could see her trying to get out Naleli's hold.

"You gotta go over there bro," Tarek said lowly. I got up and walked past Dess and Drew,

"Get your bitch Hassan," Desiree spoke flipping her hair over her shoulder.

"I'll show you a bitch," Naala replied, she picked up the small waters they had set out and started throwing them at Desiree.

"You lucky that you own this jet otherwise we would have been kicked off," I said grabbing the water out of Naala's hand.

"Hassan I swear if you touch me I'm gonna punch the shit out of you," Naala sniffed looking away from me.

"Give her some space," Naleli said standing up.

"I'm not fucking her," I informed Naleli,

"That isn't any of my business, but if you screw my sister over I will kill you Hassan, I won't think twice about it either," She pointed at me.

"I'm tired of wiping her tears over shit like that," She said said before going back to Tarek.

Nodding, I sat down beside her. "Can I touch you?" I asked, respecting her space.

"I'm so mad right now," She mumbled. I took her hand and kissed it,

"If I find out you've been fucking her Hassan, I will take my sons and I will leave you. I'm not about to get into this again, especially not with you," Naala mumbled with her eyes closed.

"I know, I'm not doing that. I love you La, you know that," I responded squeezing her hand.

"Get her in check then," Naala said simply before turning away from me.

This was supposed to be a good trip, one where she could relax but it was already shit.

~~Naala Miani Love The Maldives

"How did you do this so quickly?" I asked Hassan, picking up the Cartier bag. He was stood behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist securely.

"It was always planned," Hassan replied leaning down to kiss my cheek.

"Thank you," I said pecking his lips. "You remembered I needed a new bracelet," I said opening it up.

"Yeah, lemme fix it for you," Hassan said putting on for me. I could tell he was trying his hardest but there was something about what Dess said that didn't sit right with me.

"What you gonna do? I think they're getting ready to serve dinner," He said pulling me into him.

"I was gonna call my mom, and check on the boys," I answered. He leaned down and kissed me, "Hassan stop," I said putting my hand on his chest.

"Are you still mad about what happened?" He asked taking my hand off his chest.

"Yeah I am," I frowned. "Dess was being disrespectful and on top of that you didn't check her. That makes me think what she was saying was true,"

"You think I would do all I do for you, propose to you and all that extra shit, if I'm fucking with her?" He asked lifting my chin up.

"I don't know San, I don't know," I replied quietly. "I already feel like this is Amir all over again, don't lie to me,"

"I'm not lying baby, I promise you," He said quickly. I sighed and let him kiss down my neck,

"I'm not lying," He repeated squeezing my waist. I put my head on his chest, and he continued hugging and kissing me.

"I'm in love with you Naala, no one else. I don't do all this shit for fun. I do it to show you how much I love and appreciate you," Hassan said while rubbing my back.

"I love you too," I mumbled looking up at him. "Swear to me that this is gonna be different Hassan,"

"I ain't never gonna make you feel that low again." He said firmly. "He didn't know the good thing he had but I see it, I'm not gonna let you get away," He finished.

I bit my lip and stood on my tip toes giving him a quick peck. Hassan being Hassan, started to deepen the kiss, lifting me up onto the counter behind the flowers.

"Lala can I talk to you?" I heard from behind us just as he managed to pull my panties down.

"Damn it," I sighed throwing my head back. "I'm coming,"

"I wish you was," Hassan muttered kissing the side of my face.

"Me too," I nodded holding my hand out so he could help me down. I fixed my clothes and wiped my lips a bit.

"Oh I didn't mean to interrupt," Dess said rubbing her arm awkwardly.

"It's fine, San lemme talk to her quickly," I said to Hassan who was still practically glued to me.

"No fighting please," He said looking between both of us.

"Boy just get out," Dess laughed. Bitch he didn't say nothing funny, so where's the joke?

"Yeah?" I breathed out taking a seat on our bed.

"Naala I don't want us to argue, that's not us," Dess said looking at me.

"Neither do I but the way you were acting made me feel some type of way," I responded,

"I don't want Hassan, I was drunk and trying to make Drew jealous, I was being petty," She explained to me.

"You didn't need to get him involved," I said to her. "That shit isn't cool, then you gon say you can have him if you want. Baby if he wanted you he would be with you,"

"Why you being rude? I'm having a normal conversation with you," Dess spoke with an attitude.

"Because you hurt my feelings and then brought my boyfriend into it." I snapped back.

"I seriously don't want Hassan and I apologise for saying the things I said. Now Drew isn't talking to me either, y'all are my two best friends," She said with a sad face.

"So you don't want him?" I asked crossing my arms.

"No, I wouldn't ever go there with him again. It's been 9 years since we've had sex," Dess responded. I scrunched up my face because I didn't even like the idea of them doing that.

"I am truly sorry La, you know you're my girl. I wouldn't do that to you," Dess continued,

"I still want to fight you," I shrugged standing up. She was laughing but I was deadass. Next time she gets smart, I'm gonna knock her head.

"Come here," She laughed holding her arms out for a hug. I hugged her for a short moment and then pulled away.

As I thought about it a bit more, maybe I was overreacting?

"Can we enjoy our trip now?" Dess asked with a smile,

"Yeah," I nodded tucking my hair behind my ear. Something was telling me to let go and just enjoy myself.

~~

"Naleli you drink if you've done it, not if you want to do it," I explained the game to her. She frowned and looked back at Tarek.

"What does she mean?" She asked him. He started to explain it to her again whilst everyone broke out into their own separate conversations.

"Ain't you cold?" Hassan asked kissing my shoulder. We were sat outside our villa, on the beach. It was late now so it was a bit breezy.

I leaned back into him and shook my head. "Do you want anymore of this?" I asked holding up his plate of food.

"Mmm, lemme get some of that beef," He said before opening his mouth. I sucked my teeth and used the fork to pick some up, scooping it into his mouth.

"You're such a big baby," I laughed wiping his mouth.

"Speaking of babies, do you think Mar is okay?" I was really regretting leaving them in New York, especially with how young he was.

"He's fine Naala, stop worrying," Hassan replied in my ear. "Did you sort things out with Desiree?" He asked making me look over to where Dess and Drew were sat.

"I guess. I think I overreacted," I mumbled playing with his fingers.

"I'm gonna talk to her tomorrow, ion like how she handled it," Hassan responded making me nod.

"I was drunk so that didn't help," I said owning up to my own faults.

"That's why you on a drink ban till tomorrow," He answered taking my drink from my hand.

"Why does no one think I can handle my drink?" I spoke with a frown.

"Because you can't!" Naleli laughed at me. "It's okay sis, not everyone can be like me,"

"Shut your drunk ass up," Tarek said lowly making me laugh. Tarek hardly spoke but when he did, he had you wishing he didn't.

"Don't act up for them because I promise you I will turn over and go to sleep tonight, don't play with me," Naleli pointed at him.

"I know that's right," I leaned over to high five her.

"Don't let all this fool you, it's normally me turning over," Tarek responded leaning back in his seat.

"Me too nigga, these women are something else," Hassan added,

"Bet Hassan, so last night you didn't almost throw Samar out the bed?" I said adjusting myself on his lap.

"I did cuz why's he always in it? I should be the only nigga in the bed," Hassan said with a mug.

"Not him being jealous of his own son," Naleli laughed with me.

"Can we carry on the game?" Dess spoke up, sitting up and away from Drew. I could see the tension between them making it very awkward.

"The next card says, 'would you let your partner have a threesome?'" Naleli read out putting it down.

"Hell no," I said quickly. "I don't play those games," I added,

"Really baby? Not even once?" Hassan asked,

"Fuck no, whatchu mean not even once? Why do you wanna have sex with someone else?" I laughed because if I didn't laugh I would punch him.

"It's every niggas fantasy," Tarek spoke up. "But not mine though, y'all be safe," He added when Naleli sat up.

"I'm living my fantasy," Hassan smirked.

"Aw baeeee," I smiled wide, "You still not getting none," I said letting my smile fall.

"Damn," Hassan tutted in my ear. "Not even just a crumb?"

"Not even a dash," I laughed looking at him. He bit his lip and lowered his eyes at me.

"Are y'all gonna eye fuck all night?" Naleli commented,

"We've done it before," Drew spoke up picking up his drink. I even forgot about the game.

"I didn't know y'all get down like that," I answered looking between the both of them.

"We don't," Dess replied, "It was a gift for his birthday,"

"Don't you even dare," I said to Hassan, I knew his birthday was coming up and he was getting excited.

"Did you enjoy it?" Hassan said tightening his grip around my waist.

"Best night of my life," Drew nodded,

"Oop," Naleli mumbled looking at Dess. I had to look away to stop myself from laughing.

"This is the type of shit I mean, why would you say something like that?" Dess snapped loudly.

"Why've I gotta lie? I enjoyed myself. I'm not saying that I want to fuck her instead of you," Drew said getting loud too,

"Maybe you should say something," I nudged Hassan,

"So you can think I'm fucking her again, no thank you," He said into my ear.

"Get the fuck out of my face Desiree, I swear to God," Drew shouted, even making me jump.

"Aight you need to chill," Tarek said standing up.

"Yeah man come on," Hassan agreed, "Wait a second baby," He said sliding me off his lap.

They managed to get Drew back into the house, leaving just us girls outside.

"Are you okay?" Naleli surprisingly asked Dess,

"No I'm not," Dess sniffed, her eyes were red so I guess she was about to cry.

"You guys seem to be fighting more, what's going on?" I spoke rubbing her shoulder.

"I did something bad and he found out," Dess cried to us,

"You cheated? No way," Naleli gasped making me slap her shoulder.

"Cheated? With who?" My mind went straight to Hassan when I said that,

"I didn't cheat," Desiree said quickly. "I would never cheat on him,"

"Then what did you do?" I asked with a confused face,

"I had an abortion," Dess replied lowly. "I'm not ready for a baby, so I made that decision for myself."

"Yikes." Naleli said in response,

"That's, um, wow," I stuttered. I didn't expect it to be something like that.

"Y'all can't judge me, I'm sure we've all done it before," Dess said lifting her head up.

"Not me," Naleli answered, "I've never had an abortion,"

"Lala?" Dess looked to me for help,

"It wasn't one of my greatest moments but I have done it before." I admitted,

"When? With Darnell?" Naleli questioned.

"With both Darnell and Amir." I nodded, "Darnell wasn't meant to be a father and Amir well, he was just Amir,"

"I need a bit more than that," Dess sniffed. "You're telling me you aborted your husband's baby?"

"Yeah, around when Malia was 3. I wasn't ready for a baby, I wasn't stable in my mental health and Amir was still abusing me, more mentally than physically," I said clearing my throat.

It felt uncomfortable discussing that, those were really hard times for me. Times that I barely shared.

"So you get where I'm coming from?" Dess asked me,

"I guess so. But has Drew ever showed you that he wouldn't support you?" I replied.

"It's not all about support," Naleli spoke, "Bringing life into the world shouldn't be based on support,"

"Exactly my point," Dess answered. "He thinks I did it because I was being selfish but really it was because he's not ready for it."

"Then explain that to him," I said brushing my hair back with my hand.

"That's what I want," Dess pointed at the ring on my finger. "I want commitment, not to be a baby mama, that's all I've ever been,"

"Tell him that," Naleli responded. "If he isn't in it for the long run then maybe y'all should just cut it off,"

"You're right," Dess sighed. "I've already ruined this trip and it's not even been 24 hours,"

"You have," Naleli agreed causing us all to laugh.

"More drinks?" I asked standing to my feet,

"Bring the whole bar," Dess groaned leaning back into her seat. I laughed and walked away, up the steps to the villa.

I saw Hassan by the front door, talking to someone but I carried on heading to the bar.

Until I heard a familiar voice. I turned back and my eye twitched at who was stood there,

"Oh hey girl!" Trinity said with a smirk, "I heard there was room for one more couple," She smiled pulling someone towards her. When I caught glimpse of who it was, I had to laugh.

The look on Hassan's face told me everything I needed to know, I was gonna kill him.

a/n - drama is brewing 🤍🤍