The exciting journey of Dwayne and Chanize, the perfect working-class "inner city" girl who fell in love with a Jamaican Don.
But is the heart of a Jamaican Don capable of loving?
(IT FULLA MISTAKE... SOON EDIT IT!!)
This is a fictional story with f...
Scanning the over packed club, I looked around, wishing I stayed home.
"In a ram eh man... Pussy claat man," Ashley grumbled, as she lead by my hand through the partying people,
"Even up desso full," I looked up above the railings.
It wasn't has packed has down here but...
"There is section reserved for you and you friend," a towering man grip my arm gently, leaning over in my ears, pointing upwards,
I looked at him from head to to toe,
"A wah?" Ashley jumped in,
"A who you man?" I flashed from his grip.
The man pointed towards some one, my heart collapsed.
Dwayne.
Has he been watching me this whole time?
Ashley eyes followed.
Gunbag and Dwayne watched us keenly.
"Where exactly is our table or whatever?" I cleared my throat, staring up at the man.
He pointed to empty spot across from Dwayne.
We were going to be on the opposite of each other all night.
My knees felt weak.
"Uhmm... Thanks," Ashley spoke.
The man left us.
We both search the room for a staircase.
"Si the stairs deh," Ashley pointed in a far corner.
I stole one more glance at Dwayne, who watched me like a hawk.
"Come," Ashley pulled my hand.
At the foot of the staircase was the man from earlier along with another man with the same body type,
A must him bredda, I thought.
Letting us pass, Ashley led the way and I modeled my way up the steps slowly, I could feel that the dress had rode up and I was making a show out of it.
I knew he was watching me.
Standing at our table, I refused to look across the room, no distance could lessen the tension that churned between Dwayne and I.
"Yeah friend you angle' deh dress ya!" Ashley screamed out in my ears.
This gyal mussi wah buss me ears drum.
I only smiled, noticing another table in close proximity of ours.
This guest must be running late, I thought.
"Man them head just a spin round like gig when ya walk pass,"
"Me? You wah see how them a watch you batty a—"
My phone lit up in my hand,
Draw dung you clothes
It was a sms from Dwayne.
And ofcourse I ignored it.
Once my seamless nah show... Me nafi draw down my dress... Caz a boy say so.
Looking through the gallery, I smiled through a soft chuckle at the picture that Ashley took of me.
I was partially ready... And had no shoes on yet.
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