Book 2 of the 'Broken series'
I stared at my reflection, disbelief flooding through me. I swore I'd never go back to him-never again. Yet here I am, right where I said I'd never be.
I should've left that life behind, but it keeps dragging me under...
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Same day of the wedding 4pm, Bora Bora
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"Babe yuh cannot have yuh hand right desso, mi father stand up ova desso enuh suppose him si yuh." I tell khalil, his hands are literally up my dress.
From where we're standing, if my father look over here him ago can tell weh khalil hand deh.
Mi nuh know why him affi suh daring.
"Respectfully, yuh father done know seh a me a fu-" I knew exactly what he was about to say and I stopped him before he could finish his sentence.
"Babe..." I side eyed him, which made him stop and chuckle mid sentence.
"We have all a the time after enuh, yuh can do anything yuh wah to me when the reception finish." As I speak I removed his hands so they fall to his side.
And he hisses his teeth in response to what I say,
"Or we can just thief out now fi a bathroom break, memba seh the baby head need fi water enuh."
hear yah.
I couldnt help but to laugh at his words. Cause God know this man is something else.
He eventually stopped arguing with me, but his hands still found their way up my dress after I removed them.
Well it is easy for him to touch me a certain way because of the long split in the front of the dress.
