𝕭𝖆𝖉 𝕲𝖞𝖆𝖑 (editing🚧)

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓

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Who do you belong to?

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BRITISH SMITH|24

Amanie and I finally got the opportunity to go on the date we had planned since I was finished with the funeral preparations.

Hopeton also didn't attempt to reach out to me and I was grateful for what little peace I had left.

"Wah yaa think bout?" His handsome face made me blush slightly, he wore a black shirt with matching black pants putting all those Wattpad men to shame.

I smiled at the question, "Nothing. Just anxious about being on a date."

He laughed and for the first time in years I felt butterflies take flight in my stomach, "Ain't nuh way yuh deh foreign fi so long and no man nuh carry yuh pon a likkle date." That was in fact the case. Zion never brought me out like he promised, it was just casual hookups until we started dating. I never really cared though, I was a working woman and I had no time but the gesture of simply asking would've made a difference.

Zion was the only person I dated in America, I wasn't interested in the players and the other white men who could be my father— in my head I already met the guy who I wanted to be with.

Being overseas my mind wondered off to Amanie a couple times but just the harmless things like: if he was busy, how his business was going , was he finally married etc. I never actually followed up on asking though but thank God we were now sitting together at an expensive restaurant in the dimmest lights.

"Way. Funny story I actually just found out I've been getting bun this whole time." I laughed a bit but it wasn't funny, mi neva deserve dat.

"Ah, by dah white ute deh." He mentioned the description every Jamaican gave when describing a white person, he then explained that he used to keep up with my life to make sure I was fine. It was actually kinda sweet.

"Neva picture you fi di caring type."

"Guess yuh nuh know a lot about mi den."

Correct. There was so much I didn't know about Amanie but I wasn't feeling too bad, I was sure I'd get to know him a lot better than before since we've gotten so close over the small period of time.

We've been rotating the places we sleep, sometimes at his house and sometimes at mine. We'd do the simple things like cooking together and watching movies, he asked to go out to eat weeks ago but because I was afraid of Hopeton I kept rescheduling.

"Suh wah bout you? Yavv a gyal?" I asked and the sound of the sexiest chuckle left his lips, damn this man is fine as fuck.

"Mi nuh good wid dem sumn deh, mi too busy and dem nuh like dat." He played with the straw in the glass of water that he had been sipping on, "Lucky me huh?" I made the statement grabbing his attention once more, the second our eyes met I blushed.

"Lucky you."

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The time was late and I felt a bit dizzy from the AC air, I checked my phone and saw that Jayda had texted me.

Jayda/Dayone☀️😌❤️
Yes mi gyal ride buddy tonight!🤣🫣suck aff e clean to

Jesus Christ. Straight a church Sunday because what was that— I laughed the text and I realized Amanie was curious as to why I was humored.

Jayda/Dayone☀️😌❤️
Tell him mi say hi🥰and fi mek sure him breed yuh tonight

"Jayda a sumn else."

"Wah she seh."

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Wah mi fi tell him now? Mi couldn't mek him know wah Jayda say because what if anno dat happen? Then again a months now mi nuh have sex but him nuh haffi know dat.

"You know Jayda." I didn't get another best friend when I moved overseas but I did have friends, they weren't like Jay though. She was authentic and did her own thing— nobody could dim her light nor her personality and I loved that about her.

Seemed like Amanie liked her energy too and that made me happy in a way, Jay and I have been friends for ten years and Amanie and I have known each other our entire lives— it's almost natural to want them to get along.

It's not like they didn't know each other, they did— I've just never seen them make conversation before but I've also never seen any signs of dislike.

We got our food and while we ate we asked the basics. He told me that he has been seeing people but didn't really commit to anything due to his busy schedule, he mentioned that it was just work then home and repeat the process which reminded me of my life overseas.

It was so fresh meeting someone who could understand me and not just on a work level but personally.

Every conversation seemed so genuine and so positive, he 100% wanted to know everything about me— I wasn't used to this kind of treatment.

After we finished eating I went to the bathroom to clean myself up, my reflection stared back at me. Unno eva have something happen and think 'damn God really answered my prayers'?

He was the opposite of Zion and I couldn't be happier, I stepped out the bathroom with the biggest smile on my face. In that moment I noticed he already grabbed my purse and my phone and was walking towards me. HOW IS HE SINGLE?!

He handed me my purse and we walked to the car talking about how good the date had gone— the entire drive back to his house we were talking about when we'd do it again. Even after we got back we couldn't stop talking.

We stood by the door, eyes peering into each other's— we kissed.

Chapter 15- Yavv a gyal

I know this was short, I apologize but it's better to have short chapters and multiple releases than long chapters and I take years to deliver.

How y'all feel about this one?

Where are you from?
St. Elizabeth, Jamaica

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