Page 12 of I Found Love

“Why the fuck you all worked up?” I yanked her back down. “Nobody entertaining that shit.”

“I don’t care,” she countered. “What ifyou werethat kind of man?”

“Ififwas a fifth, we’d all be drunk.”

“I’m not playing, Sanchez. He’s disrespectful.”

“I checked that shit, love,” I replied. “You know a nigga got ya back.”

“I don’t want him at our wedding.” She shook her head. “He’s not genuine at all, and I don’t like him. That should be enough.”

“It is.” I kissed her lips. “You don’t want the nigga there then he won’t be. Happy wife, happy life.”

“Perfect.” She kissed me again before sliding down the length of my body.

“What you ‘bout to do down there?” I smirked.

She grinned as she fished my dick from my Ethika’s “Give you a lil’ night cap.”

“Do that shit good too. Show me how much you missed me.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Kenya.

“Here.” China stood over me holding a cup. “Jamaican cocktail.”

“Tootie,” I laughed, accepting the drink. “This is like our fourth drink.”

“Then we’re behind.” She smiled as she descended onto the chair next to me before taking a drink. “Mm, it’s good. Try it.”

I’d had plenty of Jamaican cocktails and so had she considering this wasn’t our first time in Jamaica, but my sister would find any reason to drink. She was honestly acting likeherwedding was the one coming up with the way she was turning up.

We were on our second day in Jamaica for oursister-cationand I was super homesick. Not because Jamaica wasn’t a time or a beautiful place, but because I missed my little family. We always did everything together, so it was different being without Sanchez and Nairobi.

Both Italy and China thought it would be a good idea for the three of us to get away before the wedding, just us, because we weren’t able to really hang out like we used to pre babies and men. Italy and I traveled all the time for work, so Tootie wasused to us not being around, but we always got together when we were all home. We were all pretty rooted at home now, but our time was even slimmer due to having families. Even though we talked daily, this was our time toreallycatch up and just be us.

“Sis the body is so tea.” Munchie complimented.

She was laying on the other side of me in her lounge chair wearing a Jamaican flag bikini, oversized shades and black sun hat.

“Thank you, Munch.” I smiled. “I’m glad my little weight didn’t go after I had Nai.”

“I love that Rome gave me these.” She smiled, gripping her titties. “Kentrell said they’re his favorites.”

“He’s so disgusting.” I playfully scoffed.

“Whatever.” She laughed. “You look really good. They say that’s what being happy does for you.”

“You too. I guess I have him to thank for that, and Rio.” I rolled my eyes.

“Uh, uh, trick. Don’t say my man’s name like that.” China laughed. “He’s so excited about the wedding. I think he’s worse than me.”

“I doubtanyone, even the bride and groom, are worse than you, Tootie.” Italy laughed.

“Shut up, Munchie.” China threw the paper from her straw at her then turned to me.

Every morning in our group chat China was sending me something about the wedding. Whether it was a song, décor, dresses, pictures or videos of other people’s weddings, it didn’t matter, her ass was sending it. Her reason being that she was justsohappy for me, and I believed her.

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