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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•• The night of the wedding ••
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"Yuh know mi Neva know a suh the view of Montego Bay pretty." I said walking up to the floor to ceiling windows of khalil's penthouse. I really couldn't help but to admire the view from here.
The last time I checked it was around 1am so technically it's the day after the wedding, however the darkness of the sky made it feel like it was indeed still our wedding night. And to be honest I don't mind at all.
That's how I want it to feel.
Because to be blunt, I can't wait for Khalil to fvck me long, raw and hard. I am abit scared though, especially after getting him riled up with those pictures,
but at the same time I want my body handled.
Even if it means we have to delay the private jet later on when the sun rises.
We're still at khalil's hotel and just for now we're staying at the penthouse because we both figured it would be to hectic to travel to Dubai tonight.
At the end of the day it nuh really matter to me where Khalil and I go as long as we're together.
"Di view mi ave yah now cyah compare to dat." I hear khalil's voice from behind me, and then his hands being placed at my waist.
