{A JAMAICAN NOVEL}
"Him is no good fa yuh Samantha. Yuh hear what ah seh?", is what my mother once said.
Raised me, she did. Loved me, she did. Warned me.....she did.
But If only she could see me now.
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"I could never be the one fa you Sam. But yuh...
A/N Guess who's baaaack? Your favvauthor ofc *hides under table*. A lot of nothingness has been going on but Guess what? I'M BACK! and with an extra long chapter for the extra long wait of my favourites.
"Once a player, always a player" "Once a lover....."
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Pulling into my driveway with my brother, my mood immediately turns sour.
It's one thing to be a dumb cheater but it's another thing to be an obsessive one. So imagine my surprise and disgust when I stepped onto my driveway and the first thing that met me was a smug looking Keisha who was all up in my face a second later.
I'm starting to think it's a woman thing to just nag and never shut up.
Keisha went on and on...
Something about the rest of her things being left in my house. I had all that shit burnt the day after I kicked her ass out. Maria, my uncle's wife/ my housekeeper was actually the one who brought the items to me, a bunch of feminine products - most already used and what-nots. I just told her to burn them or something.
I didn't even look in her direction as I pushed past her, making her stumble . I didn't owe her a BS called explanation. Most of the shit she owned I bought them anyway.
Her clothes however, being a skimpy dress told me she wanted to have a different conversation and in that moment it was a bold move with the mood I was in.
I was in no mood to put up with her bitch-of-an-attitude. The last time I saw this girl, I had to refrain from putting a bullet in her head, so she had some nerve coming back here- be it whether she wanted a good fuck or not.
Alex didn't know what to make of the situation. As far as he knew, Keisha and I were done - as I had told him, so the look of confusion and frustration was something we both shared.
I pushed open my front doors and turned around, "Okay, you know what, get in". I ushered Keisha inside.
If I was gonna deal with her shit, I'd atleast get something out of it.
She went quiet with a skeptical look before slowly walking past me. She was always easy like that. It was when my eyes trailed after her did I remember why I picked her up in the first place. She was bad as fuck where it counted and a big part of the reason we lasted so long. She was all woman, albeit a wild, annoying one.
Cobra gave me a knowing look before smirking at me. He saw it too and he knew.
I stepped in just behind.
Grabbing a bottle of whiskey from from my liquor cabinet, I took out two red cups before heading to the living room. Cobra was slouched on the couch on his phone, paying no mind to an almost seething Keisha who stood stomping her foot with her arms crossed.
