❝Baby I don't need a man, I need Dinero & a tan!❞-Taj Romaé
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"...if yuh nuh name Dinero den mi nuh want yuh,"I say sassily.
He chuckles.
"Den how you a pree me so?" his husky voice ask as he makes...
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T A J R O M A E ᵀᴬᴶ ᴿᴼᴹᴬᴱ
I swearto God I'm catching a body today if Tyrell comes in my room with this foolishness-Again. My head swivels in his direction, staring intensely.
Then his chuckles spreads across my room like a wild fire. His slender body leaned against my chest of drawer.
He's almost the same height as the furniture-possibly taller.
Such a giant.
"Wah yo have in a yuh hand?" I ask as I spring to a kneeling position in my bed.
From where my brother is standing I can tell he's up to no good. The first thing I notice is that his arms are behind him. Obviously, he has something in them.
"Tyrell nuh bother wid dis," I say hoping the frustration in my voice will convince him to change his mind.
A few days ago he came in here and pulled off this same stunt and hurled a fake 40 leg on me.
And mi nearly kill him..
So a that's why mi a guh wul him and pap him long neck this time.
Hey gyal! The voice in my head laughs.
It's kind of creepy how I'm only seeing half of his face as his dark brown eyes peers in my direction.
"A wah yuh deh pan sis?" he ask awkwardly causing me to shake my head.
"Pan eh bed," I respond with a straight face.
He laughs shaking his head as if he got a joke then he says, "Bwoy mi nuh know a weh mummy get yuh from."
My gaze unwavering.
Mi nuh trust a bone weh mek him up enuh.
God see n' know.
A few seconds after and he shows himself with a menacing smile.
I wouldn't say Tyrell is ugly but he's not what he looked like before his fast lifestyle. And if an inquisitive Jamaican who knew him before this saw him now they'd be shocked.
And knowing how extra Jamaicans are they'd probably say 'Lawd! Look how the nice nice bwoy gone pwile up himself'.
