A'roya

Chapter Twenty-Four 😈

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When I say I'm going to slap Vincent, I mean it. He's been avoiding me, he talks to me, but as soon as I get close, he flinches and walks away.

Can he stop this nonsense?

He can't keep taking cold showers; he's gonna catch pneumonia...can he? I hope he does so he learns his fucking lesson.

But I have an idea. I'm going to go out with Jamal because Jamal wanted to go swimming with the dolphins...with me. I don't have feelings for Jamal; he's a fine-looking man, but Vincent is finer, plus he's my Pookie. All I need to do is push him, he told me to stay away from Jamal, but who gon stop me?

Only that dick.

Alright, lemme stop.

The point is, I realized that yesterday, he was angry that I told him Jamal had fucked me, and he grabbed my throat; it was sexy....or maybe I'm sick. Doesn't matter; if I go out with Jamal and then come back late and say that I've been with Jamal, he'll be furious.

It's a bad idea, but who gives a fuck.

I wore my cutest bikini because I want to come back in this and have Vincent be upset.

I texted Jamal, and yes, he gave me his number. He works at the resort, so I met him several times. I texted him, telling him I was on my way, then I texted Elora and Khascian a whole paragraph of what happened and what I was doing now before walking to the beach.

I saw Jamal on a boat, he smiled when he saw me, and I smiled back. "Hey, girl."

"Hey, Jamal," I said as he helped me onto the boat. "So, you know what you're doing?"

Jamal chuckled. "Yes, I do, A," he used to call me A back in high school, I didn't mind, but now I felt guilty. But I'm not backing down.

"Jamal, if those dolphins hurt me, Imma sue you."

"Don't worry, pretty girl, I got you."

"Alright, not too much now," I said, smiling as he gassed me up.

"Yes, too much. You look fine, A'roya. What happened to your mother? She back down on you?"

"Thank you, and no, my mother's still strict."

Jamal raised an eyebrow, driving the boat out. "How you pierce your nose and stomach."

I shrugged. "I'm twenty-six. I went with Vincent to get it done."

"Vincent, your man?" I nodded, and he chuckled. "You like white boys now?"

"Shut up," I chuckled. "Vincent is far from a boy."

"He look younger than all of us combined."

I gasped. "Jamal! He's literally thirty-two!"

"Goddamn, he's fucking old."

"Not too much now. He's my baby."

Jamal scoffed. "He's six years older than us; he finished high school way before we entered into high school."

"I don't have a problem with his age."

In reality, Vincent's fucking thirty-two hundred. He's been around the earth for three centuries. I really wouldn't care if Vincent was ten years older.

Jamal just nodded, not wanting to talk about Vincent anymore. "We here; you ready?" I nodded, taking a deep breath when I actually saw dolphins. I grabbed Jamal's hand as we both entered the water. "They're nice. I come here all the time."