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"Good luck to you. You're gonna need it." Milkshake said deviously to Hotlanta as they were both in the bathroom fixing up their hair for tonight's final elimination.
"Whatever, chile." Hotlanta dryly answered back.
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HOTLANTA'S CONFESSIONAL
"I'm extremely nervous for tonight. Our date went pretty well but Milkshake didn't come back to the room yesterday, which means she was probably fucking him like she's been doing. I just wish I knew what Nas was thinking right now."
MILKSHAKE'S CONFESSIONAL
"I'm confident that I'm going to win tonight. I've been confident from the beginning and that hasn't changed. I mean, look at where I am! Look how far I've come! There's no way he's sending me home."
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Once they were finished, the ladies made their way outside and into the limo. They arrived on the beach and while they awaited Nas' arrival, it began to rain.
"This weather is a sign that it's not gonna be pretty for one of us... and it ain't me." Milkshake mumbled and snickered, causing Hotlanta to roll her eyes.
Nas suddenly appeared in a black suit, walking down to meet them. He grinned softly, showing off the grillz in his mouth as the rain continued to pour down.
"How y'all doin'?"
"Good."
Nas took a deep breath before he began to speak again. "Well, this is it. Down to my last two ladies. I got Milkshake, and I got Hotlanta. I got Hotlanta, and I got Milkshake. This shit ain't easy, son."
He looked over at Hotlanta. "Ima start with you, Hotlanta. There's definitely a strong connection that I've built with you that goes beyond this. You became my friend, someone I can really kick it with. But you asked me something during our date about me doing all this for TV and then dropping you after. I just feel like if you felt that way and still stuck around, then you just as fake and maybe you might be doing this for TV."
Hotlanta shook her head. "I disagree, and I didn't feel like you were being fake. I was just asking you a question because I really fell for you while being here."
"I respect that." Nas responded and looked over at Milkshake.
"MILKSHAKEEEE!" Nas exclaimed, making her laugh. "Yo, you really cool peoples. I love that you were down for me from the jump. You let it be known that you weren't here to make friends, you were strictly here for me. But during our date, you got a little crazy and I wasn't feeling that at all. You gotta understand that it's not just about you in a relationship. We're supposed to be a team."
Nas concluded his speeches. "So with that being said, whatever decision I make, y'all won't be mad right?"
"No." The ladies said simultaneously.
"Y'all promise?" Nas chuckled.
They giggled and nodded, reassuring him.
"Aight then. Milkshake, ima roll with Hotlanta."
Hotlanta covered her mouth in disbelief. She really believed she was about to get sent home due to Nas accusing her of being fake.
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HOTLANTA'S CONFESSIONAL
"I can't believe I won! Oh my god! This has to be a dream! All that shit you was talking, Milkshake. Now what, hoe?!
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"I'm sorry, Milkshake. Your time is up." Nas tried to say as gently as possible. Hurting all these women's feelings during this entire process was one thing he hated the most.
Milkshake's nose flared up, indicating that she was about burst. The tears began forming in her eyes as she walked up to Nas.
"How the fuck could you do this to me, Nasir! How?! I fucking love you and you know this! WHY WOULD YOU BREAK MY HEART LIKE THAT?!"
"It's your ways, Milkshake! It's your ways! You crazy as fuck!" Nas bluntly retorted.
"Crazy?! Nigga what?! I gave you all of me! I did everything I could to prove to you that I was down for you, and this is how you're gonna shit on me?!"
"Milkshake, you are selfish! You want everything to go your way and that's not gonna happen around here. I'm the man of the house, not you! YOU. DON'T. CONTROL. ME."
Milkshake suddenly turned around, lifted up her dress, bent over, and mooned him with her bare ass. "Fuck you, nigga!" She shouted and stood up straight, storming off.
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MILKSHAKE'S CONFESSIONAL
"Fuck him! I'm not mad, I don't even care. Does it look like I care? Because I don't."
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"Man..." Nas shook his head and glanced over at Hotlanta. "Come here."
Hotlanta blushed as she made her way towards him. It finally stopped raining, but not even the rain or Milkshake could ruin the moment she's been waiting for.
"You know what time it is, baby girl." A side grin appeared on Nas' face.
"Yes I do, handsome."
Instead of handing her a clock this time, Nas pulled out a tiny black velvet box from his pocket and opened it up, revealing a set of gold grillz. "Put these on for me."
Hotlanta bursted out laughing before taking the grillz out and placing them on her teeth.
She smiled brightly for Nas to see and he did the same back. "Now you match my fly." He said proudly.
The two leaned in for a kiss and headed back to the hotel to enjoy the rest of their vacation.
"Whatever, chile." Hotlanta dryly answered back.
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HOTLANTA'S CONFESSIONAL
"I'm extremely nervous for tonight. Our date went pretty well but Milkshake didn't come back to the room yesterday, which means she was probably fucking him like she's been doing. I just wish I knew what Nas was thinking right now."
MILKSHAKE'S CONFESSIONAL
"I'm confident that I'm going to win tonight. I've been confident from the beginning and that hasn't changed. I mean, look at where I am! Look how far I've come! There's no way he's sending me home."
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Once they were finished, the ladies made their way outside and into the limo. They arrived on the beach and while they awaited Nas' arrival, it began to rain.
"This weather is a sign that it's not gonna be pretty for one of us... and it ain't me." Milkshake mumbled and snickered, causing Hotlanta to roll her eyes.
Nas suddenly appeared in a black suit, walking down to meet them. He grinned softly, showing off the grillz in his mouth as the rain continued to pour down.
"How y'all doin'?"
"Good."
Nas took a deep breath before he began to speak again. "Well, this is it. Down to my last two ladies. I got Milkshake, and I got Hotlanta. I got Hotlanta, and I got Milkshake. This shit ain't easy, son."
He looked over at Hotlanta. "Ima start with you, Hotlanta. There's definitely a strong connection that I've built with you that goes beyond this. You became my friend, someone I can really kick it with. But you asked me something during our date about me doing all this for TV and then dropping you after. I just feel like if you felt that way and still stuck around, then you just as fake and maybe you might be doing this for TV."
Hotlanta shook her head. "I disagree, and I didn't feel like you were being fake. I was just asking you a question because I really fell for you while being here."
"I respect that." Nas responded and looked over at Milkshake.
"MILKSHAKEEEE!" Nas exclaimed, making her laugh. "Yo, you really cool peoples. I love that you were down for me from the jump. You let it be known that you weren't here to make friends, you were strictly here for me. But during our date, you got a little crazy and I wasn't feeling that at all. You gotta understand that it's not just about you in a relationship. We're supposed to be a team."
Nas concluded his speeches. "So with that being said, whatever decision I make, y'all won't be mad right?"
"No." The ladies said simultaneously.
"Y'all promise?" Nas chuckled.
They giggled and nodded, reassuring him.
"Aight then. Milkshake, ima roll with Hotlanta."
Hotlanta covered her mouth in disbelief. She really believed she was about to get sent home due to Nas accusing her of being fake.
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HOTLANTA'S CONFESSIONAL
"I can't believe I won! Oh my god! This has to be a dream! All that shit you was talking, Milkshake. Now what, hoe?!
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"I'm sorry, Milkshake. Your time is up." Nas tried to say as gently as possible. Hurting all these women's feelings during this entire process was one thing he hated the most.
Milkshake's nose flared up, indicating that she was about burst. The tears began forming in her eyes as she walked up to Nas.
"How the fuck could you do this to me, Nasir! How?! I fucking love you and you know this! WHY WOULD YOU BREAK MY HEART LIKE THAT?!"
"It's your ways, Milkshake! It's your ways! You crazy as fuck!" Nas bluntly retorted.
"Crazy?! Nigga what?! I gave you all of me! I did everything I could to prove to you that I was down for you, and this is how you're gonna shit on me?!"
"Milkshake, you are selfish! You want everything to go your way and that's not gonna happen around here. I'm the man of the house, not you! YOU. DON'T. CONTROL. ME."
Milkshake suddenly turned around, lifted up her dress, bent over, and mooned him with her bare ass. "Fuck you, nigga!" She shouted and stood up straight, storming off.
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MILKSHAKE'S CONFESSIONAL
"Fuck him! I'm not mad, I don't even care. Does it look like I care? Because I don't."
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"Man..." Nas shook his head and glanced over at Hotlanta. "Come here."
Hotlanta blushed as she made her way towards him. It finally stopped raining, but not even the rain or Milkshake could ruin the moment she's been waiting for.
"You know what time it is, baby girl." A side grin appeared on Nas' face.
"Yes I do, handsome."
Instead of handing her a clock this time, Nas pulled out a tiny black velvet box from his pocket and opened it up, revealing a set of gold grillz. "Put these on for me."
Hotlanta bursted out laughing before taking the grillz out and placing them on her teeth.
She smiled brightly for Nas to see and he did the same back. "Now you match my fly." He said proudly.
The two leaned in for a kiss and headed back to the hotel to enjoy the rest of their vacation.
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