"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...
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Kyra's POV 4:20 p.m.
"Close yuh eyes nuh Jay" I stand on my tippy toes, trying my best to cover his eyes with my hands.
He's so tall, damn.
"Yuh hand dem likkle yuh fuck" he chuckles.
Boy bye.
The likkle hand dem massage yuh balls and mek yuh cum fast tho...
"And don't drop my food now because mi nah guh buy nuh more" I tell him.
I should stock the pantry with some snacks so that when I don't buy food on the road I'll have something to snack on.
I twist the key in the door and it unlocks.
"Okay yuh can open yuh eyes now bae" I look up at him.
A chuckle leaves my lips when I see his reaction.
"Please don't drop my food Jay, I'd never forgive you" my eyes land on the paper bag filled with tenders and a spicy chicken sandwich from Popeyes in his hand.
Well I would if he buys me more.
His eyes widen. "Dis nice yuh fuck Ky"
I chuckle.
I know.
And this is just the hallway, wait till we get to the living room.
"Go first" I tell him and he steps inside, eyeing the space.
I enter behind him, then I close and lock the door behind us.
"Weh di kitchen deh ma?" he asks, turning around to face me.
Straight ahead.
I walk up in front him and he follows me.
When we get to the living room I hear him ask, "Wah inch TV is this?"
I stop in my tracks and watch as he eyes the TV.
"98 I think" is my response.
I don't remember.
"Meech out yuh fuck" his comment earns a chuckle from me.
I'm just fortunate.
"Not me, it's Daddy" I say as we walk into the kitchen.
He sets the bag with my food down on the island.
"In yah suh nah see your face unless yah hot up sumn inna ih microwave" he mutters as he looks around.
