The villa was quiet. The water on the beachfront splashed peacefully as sunlight peeled into the curtains of the abode. The two entertainers naked bodies laid tangled in eachother, underneath the blanket. The latina had her arm wrapped around the rappers waist, her head on his chest. His hand resting gently in her hair which was out of it's signature ponytail. Walking past, the small Asian gasped lightly quickly rushing back to the open door peeking in. She rushed her phone to the camera snapping a picture before hurrying back the route she was originally going to make breakfast with Alejandro. Kitty could barley hide her big grin as she stuffed her phone into her sweatshorts pocket, walking into the Latino man already cooking. His bull tattoo was the first thing that caught her attention. With the sunlight highlighting the ink on his tanned skin, as her eyes trailed to the scratch marks that surrounded the bull tattoo. She made a mental note to herself as she approached him.

"Good morning! What time did you get up?" He peeked at her, impressively flipping a pancake on the spatula. "8:30. I'm usually up by 6:30 but that champagne was addicting last night." He chuckled putting his focus to the food as Kitty took the chance to peek at his back scratches. "But I'm surprised you're up this early. I didn't see you and Brody till you two magically popped up as we got outside." She snapped her attention back to him, as he moved to the toaster checking the timer on it. A clear view of his back again. Those were definitely new. "Oh right! Me and Brody were having so much fun on the dance floor, we met this birthday party and kept taking shots with them." She laughed as he turned back to her, finally taking a break from dancing all around the counters. "Everyone had fun. This trip was one of my greatest ideas. You should have seen Courtney and Duncan." Kitty couldn't help her lips curving into a smirk hearing the Latino's response.

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Duncan groaned, stretching his muscular tattooed arms out before he attempted to sit up but was weighed down by the brunette singer's upper body weight. She was pretty strong for her size. He peeked under the cover, and was shocked to see their naked bodies underneath. "Oh, we definitely did something.." he muttered, looking over seeing the door wide open. How trashed could they have been? He gently nudged the Latina off, quickly getting out the covers and shutting the door before someone could possibly catch a glimpse of his unmentionable. That was until a groggy Courtney leaned onto her shoulder to be met with it. The initial shock took any sound from her throat, she looked up to the rapper giving her a 'don't scream' look, covering it with one hand. Her eyebrows furrowed in anger and confusion as she was about to sit up before noticing she was nude as well. "Wait.. don't tell me that we- no.." "I think we did, I am so sorry, Courtney. I don't even remember it. I don't want you to feel like I took advantage of you-" Seeing her tattoo hand raised, he stopped in his sentence. Thick tension filled the air as silence took over the room. "We don't have to ever talk about this. I'm gonna go throw up and shit in that order. Don't watch me walk out the room." She wrapped their blanket around herself, walking to their bathroom as Duncan shook his head chuckling lowly.

Closing the door, the brunette's breath began to quicken as she rushed to the toilet puking loudly. Her head was halfway into the toilet as she held the bowl for support. She puked again, groaning after the action as she stood up finally looking at herself in the mirror. She felt her eyes tear up as she turned away from her reflection. She slowly walked back and forth in the bathroom, her tears seeming to quicken with her breath instead of what she wanted them to do. Yep, she was having a mental breakdown and Heather was the only person who could level her. Hearing her muffled cries through the door, the rapper softly knocked on it.

"Go away." She yelled her voice shaking tremendously. The doorknob began to jiggle as Duncan tried to make his way into the bathroom. "Stop!" Her scream rattled the bathroom as he continued to try to fix the lock from outside. "Court, let me in! I can hear you're not okay-" "you are not my friend, Duncan. Leave me alone!" Looking up, the rapper entered seemingly picking the lock successfully. The two locked eyes as Duncan rushed to her, pulling her into his chest. She sobbed into his shirt, her soon being locked into him by his arms.

"Should I go grab Heather?" He joked as he softly stroked her hair, a small chuckle coming from the crying singer. She began to get her tears and emotions under control as she heard him softly singing to her under his breath. His arms were wrapped securely around her, as he swayed slowly to an imaginary melody. "And there's nothing I nothing I rather do. I'm stuck with you, stuck with you..."