Before I could shut up and gain control of my sassy mouth, I replied, "Someone who doesn't need to watch your sex life in the open. I prefer my pron in my room and with better-looking actors". Barbie saw red, her eyes were wide with anger, and she gritted her teeth to answer... I said," Careful now, don't grit them harder, or you might pop a veneer or maybe puncture your fake tits with all the grouping and squeezing he has been doing." again, shut the fuck, Amara, but it was like the flood gates opened and all the pent-up frustration came out. She almost lunged at me like a feral animal if it wasn't for Creeper's arms snaking around her waist.

Suddenly the car stopped, and the door opened...Creeper and Barbie started fixing their clothes, and I took it as my queue to step out, grabbing my Dior Large Dior book tote with my name customized. I was barely on my feet when I was pulled into a hug by this petite little thing, Eva. She was glowing in the Caribbean sun. "Is it love, or is it dove, or is it all of the above" I teased, nudging her a little with my elbow. She blushed and looked at Arman. He was standing quietly behind her like the gentleman he was. I've met Arman a few times, and he has always been a gentleman.

Arman gestured at me to call him when Eva was busy talking to Sher. I found it a bit odd, although, except for a few pleasantries and the occasional text from Arman asking about Eva, we weren't phone friends...Waittttttttt a minute... EVA was talking to Sher; what was Sher doing here.....Sensing my confusion. Eva turned to me and said," Oh ya, totally forgot; my overprotective father and fiance think I need a bodyguard, so here he is, my personal Bodyguard Sher.

I acknowledged him and said hi with a slight head non, and he did the same...to everyone, it would seem Sher, and I met for the first time. I prefer it that way. This really was the Twilight Zone. I was startled out of my thought when a hand with long coffin-shaped red nails shoved me to the side of the car, and Natasha the Barbie Shah stepped out with her bony leg and gaudy sparkly Manolo Blahnik. Clearly adding a few inches to her, she still was shorter than me in my Hermes Oran flats.

She stood beside me and greeted Eva like her long-lost best friend. Rolling her eyes at me, Eva caught sight of this and immediately tensed, her fierce loyalty showing. The tension was palpable, and then Strode in Creeper, getting out of the car, sunglasses on eyes, stretching his body and then taking his place next to Barbie-like he needed her for oxygen, more like carbon dioxide with the Vape she started "vaping with" he pink bedazzled Vape. He hugged Arman and Eva; like an excited toddler, Eva jumped in glee and raised her eyebrows, trying to tease me, " So Vik....you and Amara came on the same flight"? She said with that all-knowing grin on her face...So this is Vik, the Vik she wanted me to get to know? If only she knew I have seen Vik's dick more times than all the dicks combined in all my years after hitting puberty. I know his dick better than him. He was a dick...

I snorted at my joke inwardly, and everyone looked at me like 'I had grown 4 heads.