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The vibe in the villa was already different the moment you walked in. Dre was chillinβ on the couch, chain sittinβ heavy on his chest, runninβ a blunt between his fingers while he peeped everybody new walkinβ in. He was supposed to be here loyal to Zahara, but the second he laid eyes on you? Yeahβ¦ that loyalty was startinβ to look real shaky.
You was his type, no doubt. The way you carried yourself, the way you lookedβyeah, he was locked in already. The show was called "Love Never Lie" or whatever, but right now? Dre was 'bout to lie his ass off.
βAyy, I can room witβ shorty,β he said smooth, noddinβ toward you.
A couple people side-eyed him, but he ainβt care. Zahara was in a whole different villa, and you was right here. Thatβs all that mattered.