"girl, we bout to show these n*gas what they lost!" Londyn squealed as y'all stepped off the plane in Barbados, the warm Caribbean breeze hitting y'all faces. after getting cheated on by y'all sorry ass boyfriends earlier this year, this trip was exactly what y'all needed — some healing, some fun, and some fine men to remind y’all that y'all are the prize.

y'all had spent weeks getting ready for this moment. fresh set of acrylics, y'all feet was done to a T with matching pedicures, and baby, the hair? the hair was givingg. you got a flip over quick weave, while Londyn switched it up with some extra small knotless to her ahh boheni (lmao).

"sis, we look too good to be stressed over some dusty boys back home," you laughed, adjusting your crop top as y'all walked through the resort lobby. the place was beautiful — all white marble, tropical plants everywhere, and the sound of steel drums playing in the background.

the first few days was nothing but vibes. y'all went jet skiing, snorkeling in that crystal clear water, sipping on rum punches by the pool, and taking pictures that was bout to have your exes SICK when they saw them on your story. Londyn was already talking to some fine dude from Miami she met at the beach bar, and you was just enjoying being free and single.

but then came Thursday night at the resort's beach party. the DJ was playing some good Caribbean music mixed with American hits, and you was feeling yourself in that little white dress that hugged you in all the right places. that's when you spotted him across the bonfire — tall, dark skin smooth like butter, with allat hair that looked look healthy and well taken care of. he was laughing with his boys, drink in hand, gold chain catching the firelight.

"damn, who is that?" you whispered to Londyn, nodding in his direction.

she followed your gaze and grinned. "ooh, he fine fine."

but before you could even say anything else, he was already walking over, that confident stride and dimpled smile making your heart skip. when he got close enough, he extended his hand with that island accent that made your knees weak.

"wuh's good, beautiful? i'm hakeem. I ben watching yuh dance all night an had do come sih if yuh as sweet as yuh lokt.”

the way he said your name when you told him, rolling it off his tongue like honey... girl, you knew this vacation was about to get a whole lot more interesting.