Fuck that bitch Ian
by Dirteaz®Beyoncé Knowles
It was Sunday morning when I woke up and made myself ready. I took a shower, did my make up, got dressed into some black leggings and a light grey sweatshirt. To finish off the vacation look I put on a pair of sunglasses and my Alexander McQueens.
My suitcase was already in my private jet but Onika still had to bring all of her things to the airport and I assume that there were a lot of suitcases and bags and shit.
iMessage:
: good morning babe
: you ready?
nika🤍: good morning
nika🤍: please I'm so stressed
nika🤍: I had to do my hair and shit it took me forever I only slept like one hour or something
: should I come and help? I can also ask James to bring your stuff already until you're ready
nika🤍: that poor guy
: he's getting extra paid for that
nika🤍: okay then, tell him to come by
nika🤍: I need another hour till I'm ready, I'm sorry
: it's fine
: text me when you're ready, my driver will pick you up
nika🤍: I will
I laughed to myself and called James telling him to get Onikas stuff and bringing it to the airport. He was an angel literally, he deserved to get paid for even breathing because of his good soul.
For now I was relaxing on my bed scrolling trough Instagram reels which made me laugh my ass off like a bitch. After that I went to my messages just to see plenty of unread messages.
iMessage:
Thursday, 10:12 PM
kelly♿️: you wanna go to the club with me and Rob?Saturday, 11:05 AM
solo🫥: are you coming to dinner tonight?Saturday, 8:30 PM
Mr.Rashford: Thanks for the sketch, it's a masterpiece, as always, I'll thank Ms. Maraj personally with a gift!Sunday 9:44 AM
naya: hey b, you wanna go out tonight? Maybe you could ask the girls to come too???She texted me today? I completely forgot about her.
: hey, I can't I'm going on vacation, but I'm sure Kelly and Michelle would like to meet up again, I can send you their numbers if you'd like to
naya: nice enjoy vacation, yeah send me their numbers
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