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.
Date started: Oc...
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My babes fi real
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BRITISH SMITH|24
His hand rested on my thigh while we kissed, he had paperwork to sign at the office at 10 and it was already 9 but he laid in bed with me anyway. My hands played with his dreads as I made eye contact admiring him, "Can't you miss work today? Work from home?" I knew I had things to do however that wasn't the point at this very moment.
My body was weighing on him since I was straddling his lap, "Yuh waa convince me?" The laughter could be heard from miles away when he flipped us, he was now on top and between my legs.
"Yuh pretty yuh fuck... but mi cyaa stay." He kissed my cheek and I let out a small groan, this man had the ability to turn me on by just looking at me and here he was leaving for work.
"I'll come home early, mi card deh pon side table and e GLE keys deh pon e key rack beside e door." He always left his card even when I told him I'd spend from my account. I got treated like a princess all the time and I took full advantage of that.
I reached for my phone that was on the bed side table, Amanie was now in the shower and I had the opportunity to check my emails and messages.
In the process of scrolling there was one message that caught my eye, it was from an unknown number.
Unknown Hey it's Brian Was wondering if we could have lunch together today
Brian was the smaller one who Hopeton said was my brother. It wouldn't hurt to go see him, as long as it wasn't a trap.
Unknown I'm sorry if this came off as weird, I just want to get to know my sister. That's if you'll own me.
My heart ached a little knowing that my mom would never turn away someone with good intentions. I sighed but before I could respond Amanie came out the bathroom, his chest decorated with abs had droplets of water trailing down them. I whispered 'fuck' unintentionally.
"Come here." He spoke, his voice sounded deep and a little hoarse. I walked over to him, his t-shirt was barely covering my thighs.
His brown eyes scanned me carefully as I stood in front him, he reached under the shirt and touched my underwear.
"Tek off dis."
It was possessive, he pushed my hair out my face after I pulled my underwear to my ankle. Kicking it to the side making a mental note to take it up later, my nipples hardened.
