This story follows a young woman by the name of British whose mother was tragically murdered by sources unknown, this causes her to move back to Jamaica temporarily bringing back old flames she thought she already placed behind her.
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Plan. Plan. Plan
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BRITISH SMITH|24
I woke up with a headache which some would think was weird but for me it was the new normal. I rubbed my eyes and scanned the room the way I usually do before attempting to get up.
The walls were white and the furniture pieces were a dark chocolate brown that could be easily mistaken for black, I sat in the comforts of brown sheets whilst snuggling into a thick white blanket. I was at Amanie's house.
He told me about the fact that Raqueem had a baby momma who gave birth to two children that were in fact his, it was all in the file he showed me. The same file that rested on the bed I was laying on.
He was a scammer who lived life lowkey and found it fun to cheat on his baby mother with women who lived overseas, which must have been convenient.
We'd leave and he'd act like we never existed.
Men are evil.
How mi neva notice this? Am I just Naïve and stupid? He didn't imply he had someone though that's for sure or I would have remembered and I wouldn't have fucked with him in the first place. Tell you bout eh sweet one dem man.
Why the hell mi suh salt uteeeee.
I had no issue when earning millions but when it came to men it felt like someone voodooed me, wonder if mi thief a Haitian gyal man or something.
This haffi be a little prank.
While trapped in my thoughts I smelled eggs and heard music playing downstairs.
Amanie had work today that I was sure of so I allowed my curiosity to get the best of me and I went to see who it was in the house.
The more I walked the more I noticed how massive the whole house was. There were detailed paintings along the walls and each room had its own bathroom. What ah house big...
I could hear my own footsteps echo in the hallway but alas I found the kitchen and the sexiest frame graced my eyes. His back was so perfect he might as well have been sculpted by God himself, there was so much I would have risked for that in the moment but then he turned and it was Amanie, all my attraction died.
"Good morning."
"What am I doing here?"
He looked down at me momentarily, no smile or anything in the emotional region. "Well you did shock last night and neva waa talk to me then yuh drop asleep inna mi car seat."
"Yuh neva sleep sida me?"
His eyes rolled twice and I could have sworn I heard him hiss his teeth, Amanie was a lot of things right now and annoyed was the top one. I felt like I shouldn't have been here in the first place.
I scanned the room and noticed there were two plates of eggs and pancakes placed on the dining table along with my phone and a glass of water. He thought of everything in full detail all the time and made it look so easy, he was also always tense ... Well all except now.
The sound of both forks hitting the plate created an echo in the large house. There was no conversation and I was curious as to why he took the time out of his precious busy schedule to do a background check on a guy I was interested in plus the silence was deafening.
Deep down I wanted to start talking but what if he didn't answer? It would just feel awkward and shame would ah kill me.
"I was curious and you have a horrible taste when it comes to men." It felt like he was reading my mind, the way he answered my internal question whilst not looking up from the plate sent shivers down my spine.
"So yuh tek e time out a yuh day fi ruin mi date?"
"Cyaa ruin something weh neva stand a chance."
He didn't even need to say anything else to be an even bigger asshole than he already was. It seemed like when God was giving out the steps on how to become an asshole he was at the front of the line and when he got his share he went back for more.
"How yuh know e neva stand a chance? Yuh neva give e the opportunity."
"You nuh strike me as the stepmother type."
The words nipped me like a needle and penetrated the deepest part of my brain, the audacity of this man though Jesus! I lost my appetite almost instantly. No little manners.
"Also yuh did ago fuck him."
"I was not."
"Inna dat deh dress deh, any man mek yuh leave and nuh touch yuh ah play.
"Suh how come yuh nuh touch mi yet?"
Chapter 09 - Plan. Plan. Plan
Hey guys this marks the end of another chapter. I must apologize for not giving you a Christmas chapter but I'll make up for it by giving you a bonus one at the end of the book.
Merry Christmas my loves
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