Page 14 of I Found Love

“Oh my God.” I laughed, sitting up to ask the man to stop. “I stopped it, Sanchez. See.” I flipped the camera again so that he could confirm.

“He put his fuckin’ handprints in the shit?” He frowned harder. “Oh hell naw, wash that shit off of you.”

“Baby.” I whined right before I heard both of my sisters doing the same. Right then I knew that Sanchez had really told Kentrell and Anario. “Sanchez, why did you do that?”

“Y’all out there getting’ rubbed the fuck down like y’all single and shit, fuck you mean? Definitely told the guys.”

“You are so ridiculous.” I shook my head. “I’m hanging up.”

“Hang up and watch I appear like candy man, G.” He warned.

My eyes narrowed as I glared at my phone. “I cannotwaitfor you to go on vacation again or better yet on tour.”

“Yeah, me either. I’m gon’ let a hoe oil me the fuck down with yo’ ass right there on FaceTime. Bitch can put her titty prints in it and all.”

I scoffed. “You wouldn’tdareplay with me like that.”

“Naw, keep these vibes. You don’t get to turn into Lady Snowblood when it’s my turn.”

“I had him stop and I’m washing it off. Shut up.”

“Good. Have you some good wholesome fun. I don’t want to have to kill that lil’ ass nigga for coppin’ feels on the wrong nigga ol’ lady.”

I finished up my conversation, with him checking the scenery one more time to confirm that the guy hadn’t started again before we hung up the phone. I did allow the guy to oil my legs since the soap and water had dried my skin out, however, I opted to doing my thighs myself.

After that we headed down river, stopping at the little stands in between to get drinks and stuff. I recorded some content for Cliqued along the way, slightly annoyed that I didn’t get pictures before my call with Sanchez’s crazy ass, but it was okay because I still got some good ones of my sisters and me.

The rest of our time on the rafts was spent with us just relaxing and turning up with the other people that were rafting too. On the way back we stopped at the little stands again to get some food since we had other excursions after this one.

Once we finished with that we went ziplining. There were a few different ones that took us through the trees, over the water, and one actually through the water, which was optional, but it was so hot out there that we had to do it.

After zip lining we did the ATV’s then jet skis. we had the choice to either ride the jet skis alone, or we could use a guide. I chose the former because I’d been on jet skis before, but both of my sisters were afraid so they had tour guides drive them.

Our afternoon ended with us doing horseback riding in the ocean. China was afraid of the horses at first, although she was the one that chose this excursion, but she finally got her life together and got her ass on the horse so that we could ride. It was very peaceful, serine and needed because it was hot. I just enjoyed the ride, thinking about my man and baby the whole time.

“Munchie, we haven’t even settled on a menu for the wedding.” I said to my sister as we did our makeup.

We’d found a club in Jamaica that we wanted to go to, 27/27, so we were all getting ready. I was really worn out from the day, but we were on vacation, so I was going to push through it.

“Um, I’ve told you and Tootie to direct all work-related questions pertaining to your wedding to Roland and Midnite.”

I couldn’t choose between my best friend and my sister’s businesses, so I decided to use them both to cater my wedding, and my mouth was already watering just thinking about all of the good food that was going to be there.

At first Sanchez wasn’t happy when I told him I was going to let Midnite cook for us and made sure to let me know he wasn’t eating anything that he cooked, but in the end he agreed.Especially since he’d originally invited Zed knowing that I didn’t like his assat all.

“You’re still orchestrating it.”

“No, I’m not.” She laughed. “I literally told you to let me recommend some caterers, but you were insistent.”

“You’re my sister.” I frowned at her through the mirror.

“I need a break, boo.”

“I hate that.” Tootie pouted. “Becausenobodymakes lollipop lamb chops like you do. Oh and that hot, honey glaze. It’s literally to die for.”

“Shut up, greedy.” I laughed. “But I’m with you when you’re right, sis. It’s going to be my wedding day Munchie, so technically you can’t tell me no.”

“Oh, but I did, honey,” she smirked. “Roland knows how to make them.”

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