Attending college is another milestone that Tristan and Asheika was looking forward to complete. Despite their different career paths, they were headstrong about living together but what is life without a few obstacles along the way.
Living on their...
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Who would've thought Jamaica's (Kingston) best or famous music entertainer would have to farm if he wanted to eat a meal. Oh, Stephen had no idea about modern people who preferred the rural (country) living.
However, Kitty was living her best simple life and loving the mediocre country girl tasks like; going to the river on laundry day or collecting woods for the fire to cook. Her main task or duty was to care for her only living grandparent, Mama Louise. She happens to become sick to the point of being bedridden and only one visitor of the hundreds stood out.
Stephen was one of the many kids Mama Louise looked after or raised. He believed being with her at her last was something better than partying daily, seeing as it was his job so it took a vacation. An it was Westmoreland of all places, close to the Saint James border.
Kitty was irritated by the fact that a man was living with them as it has always being just her and mama. Doing all she can for him as a guest, she realised how awful he was and sought to teach him a greater lesson than mama Louise did perviously. It was the beginning of their feud, pranks, argument and better yet, flourishing romance that they work hard not to show. But a bedridden Mama Louise player her Cupid cards right and saw or heard everything from her bed.
"Finally, kitty is using her kitty." She grinned, knowing how her virgin granddaughter was like a fly she can't get rid of and Stephen was the best fly trap for the job.
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Incognito
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"Nice." He bites on his lower lip and duck, lifting me over his shoulder as I screamed.
"Ran... Randall! Stop doing that." I giggled feeling as he playfully slaps me on my ass cheek and took me pass the foyer and futher towards our family room. "What are you up to you, Incubus?"
Laughing boisterously at my lame insult regarding his love for sex, he places me on the couch as he kneel above me. "Awaking your inner nymphomania. You're my succubus."
"I am not." I lied and he chuckled, getting busy with removing my clothes to get his way with me.
