❝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
My body is right here under the gazebo but my mind is on..
Zahir.
Why is a boy I barely know invading my mind every second of the day?
No to baxide this nuh safe.
"So yuh nuh badda hungry?" Patricia's voice drags me back to reality.
This has to stop.
"Den nuh muss," I giggle before I start eating, taking glances at Patricia who just slap down two box lunch.
A path food and the food she bought.
She covers her mouth as she burps. "Mi belly deeven feel full,"she mutters more to herself.
I laugh at her in disbelief.
"This girl cyaa real," I shake my head before I start eating again.
Patricia belly nav no bottom.
Every time I look up at her she's busy staring at someone she doesn't like. I mean, glaring. I can't read her mind but I can definitely tell her thoughts are malignant.
Her face expression tells it all.
"This ya nuff one ya," she mutters before rolling her eyes.
Seet deh.
I didn't have to look to know who she was talking.
Mi know a Damani.
Hearing his voice just adds confirmation.
"Big batty Taj," he makes the mistake slapping my ass.
I reach for his crotch and he moves back quickly with a nervous chuckle.
His friends starts laughing uproariously.
Why dem nuh disappear?
Clenching my fist I glower at him.
He has a lustful look on his face.
One time it was a turn on but now it's distasteful to me.
As if we're good he touches my exposed thighs then he moves his hand between them.
