❝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...
Don't mind the mistakes. & it's the way how we're almost on the right date as irl.
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T A J R O M A E ᵀᴬᴶ ᴿᴼᴹᴬᴱ
I spring up to a sitting position in a swift motion.
Why do I feel like..
Oh my God.
My eyes scans the dark room.
The only sound I'm hearing is Zahir's soft snores behind me.
What time is it?
You probably doh want know.
"Shit," I gasp.
My heart reaches my throat as it races like pocket rocket on a race track. When I look down my hands are shaking like autumn leaves.
Calm down nuh..
How mi a go calm down? Wah mi a go tell mi mother?
My eyes then darts to my phone on the ground ringing.
A affi Andria dat.
You dead now..
Scurrying off the bed, I bend over, pick up the phone and notice that it's Aisha.
A sigh of relief leaves my lips.
But for some reason I still don't answer the call.
I watch as it rings out then my eyes lands on the time.
12:48 am.
Dat affi wrong.
Stay deh bout it wrong, lick to yuh skin later..
..even though yuh get some a dat earlier.
I hiss at those pessimistic and salacious thoughts, pick up his phone and press the power button. The moment the phone lights up I'm graced with a dreadful..
12:49 am.
"Mi cyaa take dem sumn yah enuh mon," I say worriedly.
