The Crossfire | Revised | Sample

i | 4 | the k i s s

❝ THE KISS ❞
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───── ⋆⋅Chayanne⋅⋆ ─────

Mi look pon the unlocked car door and drop miself back ina the seat wid a huff. Mi shuda probably come out and run but sum bout the dark aura this man radiated had me too scared to attempt that. The car did engulfed by a deafening silence and me did a become slightly anxiety-ridden, doh me did a try nufi show it.

Mi fold mi hand under mi titty dem and look pon e man. It did come as waa surprise how fast him bring up him eye dem fi level wid my own. Mi skin up mi face. Dis man a did waa pervert? Mi did feel so uncomfortable.

Mi decide fi go wait outta door until mi bredda come back. Hand on the door, the man voice stop mi.

"Why do they call you 'Chichi'?"

Mi definitely nehna go truthfully ansa dat. Mi swallow and move mi hand dem to mi lap. "Mi nuh know."

"What's your real name?"

"Chayanne."

"Chayanne," him test the name fi himself.

The way how me name sexily roll offa him tongue nearly mek mi faint weh. A so mi name did nice all dis time?

Mi look up pon him, once again taken aback by this man's facial features. Especially those eyes. . . it feel like me did a get lost ina its beauty the more me look into dem. Mi clear mi throat and look weh, breaking whatever moment that was and reminding myself seh him a bad news.

I felt when his fingers reach over and gently grasp beneath mi chin. The sudden action did have mi body a tense and mek mi nearly scream out. The man tilt up mi chin so mi neh have a choice but fi look back pon him. Me did a get nervous ina the presence of someone so good looking. . .

"You don't strike me as the shy type," him seh.

"I'm not," mi pull mi head free. What a likkle pervert! Mi memba the money weh did ball ina mi fist and hold it out to him "Mi think a yours dis."

Him easy back ina the ProBox seat, spreading those long legs. "From me," him seh. Him look out the window. "It's yours now, replace your uniform or do whatever you want with it."

Mi did waa argue seh mi naa accept nobody money, but the way how him state dat did sound so firm and final, leaving no room fi discussion. Mi purse mi lips and look weh from him too.

"Yu neva have fi bring mi out here fi dis. Mi deevn know you, Sir."

Mi cuda feel him a look pon me. "Yu waa know me?"

"No."

Him hold under mi chin again and force me fi look pon him. "Seh it to mi face."

A wa dis man?

"No," mi firmly state and him smirk.

That devilish smirk did have mi mind a formulate inappropriate thoughts again. Mentally, mi scold miself. Wa kinda effect dis man a have pon me when me deevn know him like dat? Especially afta wa happen last night me shudn a feel dem forbidden emotion here. . . But him just look so good mi cya help but fi feel a bit giddy on the insides.