The Jamaican Savage and Ratched Forever Kinda Love

'All in the name of Love'

Casidy's POV

My phone was on airplane mode because I was now in the  air, but I thought long and hard about the message I wanted to whatsapp him and so I decided to write it so as soon as I was off I could hit send, but struggled to find the words for that text.

I knew what to say but the exact words to type were so scrambled, not that the heavy snoring beside me helped either. And to think these were the snores of a woman.

She was either one of two, either really tired or drunk. It seemed as if the moment we were in the air, she fell asleep, it didn't  take long at all.

'All she cyaan sleep wid no man, woulda definitely frighten dem outta dem sleep....a wonda if a so mi sound?'

She sounded like an old tractor. I could hear every gear she changed and every stall the engine stalled. It even became louder the deeper she sank into Neverland.

'Mi cyaan focus at all. Mi affi go call instead when mi come off!'

**2 hours later**

I wasn't a frequent traveller, so even though it was just a two hours and mash flight, I was extremely exhausted and the  whole immigration process wasn't helping the issue at all, fuel to the fire!

'No sleep +anticipation +nerves+ uncertainty+flight sydrome= ___ lets just say mi get wa di duck get!'

But I was determined to go get my man.

'Come hell or high water!'

I scanned the exit for my chauffeur. There was so many people that I was utterly confused. I brought my self to a stop and scanned closely. Its seemed as if I was finding a needle in a hay stack, but lo and behold was my name, so bold, on a board like structure.

I followed the sign until I was standing directly infront the driver.

"Casidy Brown?" A man in a dark Grey collared shirt that covered some black tribal tattoo and a Khaki shorts  asked. He was medium built with a intense work out body, the kind you would see in a movie as a fitness trainer or an athlete or someone somewhere within that field.

"In the flesh!" I said while flashing my passport so he could verify that it was me. He smiled and offered to take my luggage to his car.
"Hello, my name is Max and I'll be your chauffer for however long you'd like," he flashed a smile that was too flirty for my liking. "May I help with your bag?"

I handed him my suitcase and walked briskly behind him, inspecting the dark ink that was drawn upon a tanned white skin. As a huge tattoo fan, I pondered what he would look like in less clothing and what those symbols would mean.

'Like seriously girl... feel yuh coulda deh stare him dung so if Reign did deh ya?' My subconsciousness asked. And just like that, my focus was back on Reign.

The nerves definitely sank in and my palms became very sweaty. And though it was hot, I felt a bit cold.

'What the hell was I gonna say to this man?'

I was on my way to his penthouse not knowing what to expect, who to expect or even if he was gonna be there. I wasn't even sure he was staying there either. I over heard his convos with Mummy and heard him mention hiring someone to clean it, so lastnight I rampaged his stuff and found the address.

'How dumb of me eeeh? The things you do for love!'

I had to put pride aside and do what had to be done, and that was to dial him up. One thing for sure is that he was definitely gonna answer and even if he missed it, he would return the call. We just weren't on speaking terms regarding anything else but work.