Chanize POV
I laid back on the couch scrolling through my phone, Shakeem was across from me, sitting on the smaller settee.
The pit of my stomach felt light, I haven't been alone with a man since Dwayne and I split... And it will be two months soon.
Being here alone in my house with Shakeem made my whole body tingle, and I wish he just skin me out right on the couch.
Desiring thoughts crept in my mind, imagining the length and width of his cock,
Probably ago need a tape measure fi——
"Woman a sample eno..." Shakeem broke the silence
"You invite me to smoke and drink alone, while I watch you on your phone... Ano stage show eno,"
Honestly, I wasn't texting anyone, I was checking to see if Dwayne was online.
He wasn't, probably busy fucking his raw like fish white gyal
I laughed off Shakeem remarks.
My heart is broken sir.
"Nuh say that man, was just texting a friend,"
"Wah kind a friend so?"
"My best friend," I shot him a quick look.
I must be a stage show indeed, well—— that how his glances made me felt.
"You no smoke,"
"I think so," I sat up, biting my inner lip.
"Alright, me ago build you a spilff, in a the mean... Drink something with man, no make it look so,"
"Fine," I rolled my eyes, before standing.
Laying made my shorter, and I was too afraid to pull it down Infront of him.
"Uhm," I cleared my throat, "Me ago——" I stumbled on my words.
Shakeem sat back, sipping on one of the dragons I got for Shemar.
Well—— the same dragon he paid for.
"Me ago—— get a spoon... I mean cup," I quickly corrected my self.
"Then hurry back, can't see in a dark,"
I looked him puzzled, the light were on,
"But the lights are though——"
"Yeah?" He acted as if he was shocked, "All a long me think a you a light up the room B,"
I blushed again
Hoping my hair was hiding enough of my flustered cheeks,
I shyly looked away.
"I will be right back," I walked away... My ass bounced heavily behind me.
I could feel his eyes on my exposed butt cheeks.
I need to go change, I thought.
I wasn't wearing any undies and I was scared my wet pussy will soak right through.
Pulling down the shorts as much I could, I reached up for a wine glass, setting it down on the counter.
"Don't do it girl... Don't do it..." I counseled my self, as empty cubes of ice in
Breathing heavily.
Taking a deep breath, I head back.
"Me is no big drinker like you," I joked as I cornered the wall,
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Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)
RomanceThe exciting journey of Dwayne and Chanize, the perfect working-class "inner city" girl who fell in love with a Jamaican Don. But is the heart of a Jamaican Don capable of loving? (IT FULLA MISTAKE... SOON EDIT IT!!) This is a fictional story with f...