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Kyra's POV
Monday, November 27
4:29 p.m.
I know exactly what this is about....
But what I don't know is how he found out.
Him naav no friend inna Pure Maths weh me know bout.
So how him know?
Me wah bawl...
Aye mi will scream out inno.
I put my car in park, but before I get out I pull my mirror down and apply a good amount of lipgloss to my lips.
Not me getting cute to go get fucked up..
Damn.
I put the mirror up and I put the lid back on the lip gloss.
Okay mi ready...
Wait-
Why mi nuh guh back a me yaad?
I sit in the car for a couple more minutes, debating on whether I should go inside or go back home.
If mi guh inside him ago probably just cuss mi fi a bit and then that done.
But if me turn back and just don't show up then-
You know what, let me get out the car.
I inhale deeply, then I open the door with shaky hands, carefully closing it behind me.
As I walk up to the door, I said a silent prayer in my head.
Mi need fi calm down because what can Kajay really do to me?
Absolutely nothing.
I shake the anxiousness off, and with all the courage I had left I ring the door bell.
God please mek Aunty Donette ansa the door.
Pleaseeeeeee.
The door swings open and I immediately became anxious again.
My eyes roam from his face down to his-
He was shirtless with a pair of blue sweatpants pulled down low to show his v-line.
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Romance"Kyra look pon mi" he lifts my chin up so my eyes could meet his. "Just say the word and we leff right now, yav dah power deh ma" he says, eyes never leaving mine. "The word?" I ask and he immediately opens his phone, dialing her number. "Ah, watch...
