Meet Celest Lia, a regular-degular teen with a heart full of hope and promise. She portrays a peaceful character, free from drama and stress, until the day she cross paths with her wildest dream.
Then there's Kevaun Wright, the exotic Don from Spani...
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"You like it?" I ask Kevaun as soon I exit the bathroom. He turns to me and I blush when he leans back on the bed and lick his lips.
"Come here,"-
A me alone love when he says that??
I doubt it. I reach up to him and he puts his arm around my waist and pulls me down on him.
"The only barbie," I chuckle then kiss him. "A weh di ute seh... dem bwoy don't got no barbie,"-
He sings. I shake my head, staring at his lips. "Can just kiss me eno pretty," He says and slaps my ass.
"Ow! Suppose mi neva ave no batty fi yuh slap?" I ask.
"Still woulda slap up e flattaz b," He answers and I laugh.
di dawg seh flattaz
"Wh-" I pause when his phone rings. It says Letti.
His brows knit in confusion. I sit up on him, waiting for him to answer the call.
He puts the phone on speaker after he answers. "Yo, yo Don... e police bwoy dem a fawd up a your way now eno," Letti says.
I gasp.
Kevaun sits up.
He doesn't even look worried that police are on their way here.
Is a prank diss?
"Pussyole dem just leff all Brandon crib to eno and fuck up almost everything bout dem a search,"-
"The fuck yuh mean by search?" He's now upset.
His tone can tell and he immediately stood up when Letti said they searched Brandon's house.
Sitting up on the bed, I listen to his conversation as I look for Lila's chat. I know she's probably there.
"Dem find nut'n?"
He then moved over to the other side of the bed and into his closet where he pulled out a black duffle bag that's filled with money.
Mi baxide-
My phone makes a ping sound and I see it's a text from Lila- saying she wasn't at the house when it happened.
I thank God.
"Yea, nothing too important. Just a few US and a bag a weed. Mi did even affi gi dem 1&2 fake positions a which part yuh keep your ting— the kitchen and behind the fridge mi tell dem. If mi neva do that, dem wouldn't come off a Brandon case and knowing e dawg, mi know him did have one eep a drugs dash dung somewhere."
"...ah. Me'll handle my ting," Babe says then he ends the call.
"Pass dah remote deh,"-
I hand him the remote and he switches on the TV and go on YouTube. I watch as he looks for a song to play then he uses the same remote to pull a door-
