Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Eighty Eight

Chanize POV

"Dwayne... Just gimme back so me can go home please, me no in a this with you,"

He said nothing.

Staring at me with angry eyes.

"Weh ya come from?"

I paused.

"Weh me a come from?"

Dropping the bag to the floor, he reached for my neck, pulling me closer to him.

"Maybe you no hear weh me say... So make me say it again, weh ya come from?"

"I...I went out for a drive, to clear my head"

Bitting down on his lips hard, his eyebrows almost touched.

"Drive... So how one a my dwags them could a tell me say a you and man... You waste man... Deh pan the road,"

His voice was low, yet bold...

I swallowed hard.

"At the end of the day Dwayne..." I slowly pulled his light grip from my throat, "Me a me own big woman... You a do your thing and me a do mine," I reached down for my bag, picking it up from the floor.

"Plus... You likkle white gal no soon arrive?" I walked off.

Maybe coming here hoping we could rekindle whatever we had was a mistake.

Stretching out his hand, he blocked me from leaving.

I looked over at him.

He stared down at me.

"Me no done talk to you,"

I chuckled lightly, moving his hand away.

"Well me done talk, have a good rest of the day," I ambled towards the door, swaying my hips.

Opening the door, it was slam shut with a heavy force.

I couldn't move.

I felt him.

Hovering over me, barely brushing against my ass.

"Dwayne..." I mumbled, "I need to leave,"

Turning me around by shoulder, I faced him.

Ogling down from my eyes, to my lips and to the rest of my body, Dwayne lips parted slowly.

I cleared my throat, looking away.

"Me need fi leave... Right now, I need to get home before the sun come up," my voice became fine.

"Says who... You already deh home,"

I felt my insides churned with excitment.

Yeah man, a this you come fah... The voice in my chipped in.

Pressing his thumb against my chin, he turned my head slowly towards him, I didn't want to meet his eyes.

"Look at me..." His voice was raspy but deep, controlling but sexy.

My draws was wet.

"Dwayne... Mi can't do this with you... Not right now," I fold my arms, swallowing hard, trying to conceal my aroused nipples.

But Dwayne was no fool, he already spot them... He knew, he fucking knew everything and that puzzled me.

He knows I fucked... Shakeem.

My heart felt sad, remembering his name... The same name I moaned in Portland, and his sweet face... His sweet face that dropped with sweat on top of me.