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“Appreciate it.” He opens the fridge. “You want a beer?” “Yeah.” He tosses me one before grabbing his own. “Want snacks or something?” “Nah, I’m good.” We both sit down. Then he looks over at me. “So how was the vacation?” I take a long sip first. “It was going great,” I admit. “But between my ex-wife, Maya’s ex, and them weird ass frat boys next door? These motherfuckers pretty much ruined the whole trip.”

“Thank goodness you’re here, Celeste. Oh my God, I’m going to miss you so much.” She pulled me up from the couch, but I immediately jerked my hand away. Miss me? “What is going on?” I asked. My gaze darted around. Oh, it better not be what I was thinking. My mom laughed. “We’re traveling. I’m going on vacation with my loving husband. I know you’ll miss me, but don’t worry, your brothers will take care of you.” “What?!” I barked. “You are going on what?” “A vacation…” she whispered, squinting her eyes as she said the word.

Sophia texted me first thing in the morning, practically vibrating through the screen. Sophia: Wake upppp! We leave in a few hours. I'm so excited I could explode. Me: It’s an evening flight and you’re already up and bubbly? I want your energy in pill form. Sophia: Just making sure you don’t bail on us. You’re locked in. Me: Like I could. If I tried, you and Jay would show up at my door with matching crowbars. Sophia: Correct. We don’t play about luxury vacations.

"Oh yeah? At least I didn't trip over my own stick like some rookie player. What's your excuse? Still daydreaming about Jamaican beaches?" I chuckled, shaking my head. "I'm guilty as charged. Nothing would ever beat the vacation I had with Liv. The atmosphere was amazing there, better than this freezing cold weather we have here." The whole team knew about our trip to the Caribbeans. I informed all of them of our vacations plans before we left. And even though I didn't tell them, the pictures were all over my social media handles. That's the kind of vacation you needed after a brutal packed season.

Megan's POV My husband and I got busy the entire week as we both got back to work, and then we needed to have a vacation leave again to visit his family in Astikoz, but this time, I didn't feel the excitement like the way I felt when we stayed at grandpa Henry's resort.

His back is against me as he talks non stop. I sip my sparkling water and lean my elbows on the table. This is the third day since we left New York. Just like he promised , I don't wear real clothings. Most times I'm with just his t-shirt under my panties. Or sometimes Calvin Klein sport's bra and panties. Right now I'm with just a white bikini top and rip Jean shorts. And like he promised we always have sex. I really appreciate this vacation. The sea breeze is cold and really soothing. The water is blue and really beautiful. I eat whatever I want and sleep when ever I want.

Austin let out a quick breath and replied, “It’s fine. Just make sure there are clinics around and don’t get too tired. She’ll be fine.” “Ah, thanks,” Jay replied. “When do you plan to leave?” Austin asked. “In two weeks,” Jay replied. “Well then, have fun and be careful,” Austin said. “Ok. Thanks, buddy. We’re going home now.” So, the four of us rushed back there and went straight to our favorite café to celebrate this joyful news. We wanted time to slow down so that we could continue to feel this happy feeling. Megan’s POV “So, when are they going on vacation?” I asked one waiter at Jay’s house. They did not know that one maid had become my spy.

That was right when my vacation ended. I went home and tore down the photo wall. I threw out everything that had anything to do with us. Then I grabbed my suitcase, booked a flight, and left on my own. On my first day, I went to Clearwater Bay. This was the trip Andrew and I had planned three years ago, back when Chloe had just started and the company was booming. Andrew said we couldn't afford to take our foot off the gas, so we shelved it. We never brought it up again.

I had to do it for me. ''So tell me, how are you feeling about the Paris trip, I wanna go so bad Vi! It can get you out of your shell, live a little since you've been hiding out lately,'' Aubree said to me. We sat down on the couch, opening a bag of Skinny popcorn after a long day of working out. ''I don't know Bre,'' I said, crisscrossing my legs and placing my hair in a high messy bun. ''Violet Johnson, come on, don't you think you could... I don't know, get out of the country and take a vacation? You've been acting like a couch potato ever since that dude---''