Dickmatized Dainty (Book 3)

30• Lázuri Niah Scott

 
 
Another benefit I love is being related to Beyú and getting the chance to live with the rich and famous without having to put my ass on the counter.

André's yacht has become my number one famous place to be. His house has moved to number two.

He told me to bring swimwear and that's enough for me to know that he is inviting me there.

That's suspicious.

When Richard dropped us off, I almost opened the door myself but André kept giving me the side eye.

And mih anxious bad.

With the yacht images and video sighting being all over social media and all over entertainment news, I was glad to have such a privilege.

I had so much proof that I've been on here, but as an employee who signed a contract stating x, y, and z, I won't post anything.

I've learned that the wealthiest of men and women don't show off like the middle class or poor people do.

Even my dear cousin Beyú is careful about what she posts.

The mega yacht, is estimated to be around 72 feet, Italian-built built, and over thirty million. The ten staff are only the crew members, separate from the security which seems plenty to me.

As an employee myself, I've learned to blend in but that was only once. I've been on here over five times and it always felt like the first.

Minus the first time, André told me to relax but apart from the captain, I'm the only one who calls him by his first name. Though he treats his employees the best.

They got to travel all over the island and he paid for their hospitality, transportation, and enjoyment. It's only now they are on board to do their job.

I even bought something for them and André lets them collect it from the car.

The chef got to meet Dainty once, and she sent some items along with mine.

I'm sure André is tired of the trips I had him make.

But him naw complain, suh wah deh gwaan.

While he went somewhere, I joined the crew in their cabin.

"Fresh mint." The chef grins and smells it.

"Mhmm hmm, and the real ginger and turmeric that grows without preservatives." I beamed. "Dainty sends the ginger extract, blue mountain peak coffee, and our Jamaican curry."

"You both make me love Jamaica." Chef signs, hugging me. "Now out, I have lunch to prepare."

"Yes, chef." I laughed, passing the others but then remembered something that I almost forgot. "Dainty said you can call, she's inviting you all to a local fish fry."

"We'll be there." They announced and I left smiling.

The vessel has the owner's suite but my things are always kept in the VIP cabin. So I quickly got dressed in my two-piece bikini and a matching cover-up.

It has moved from the dock, going out further into the sea where the view inland looks so amazing.

I'm sure the same would be said about being on land looking out.

Passing the hotels, guest houses, and beaches along the shore and in the direction of Ocho Rios, but then it stopped.

I got up to find André because I can be inquisitive and I know he always has something up his sleeve.

I found him on the aft deck, taking pictures.

His security looks at me but didn't say or do anything. They might have gotten used to me bothering or annoying their boss.