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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Chapter Twenty-Five
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BRITISH SMITH|24
I began preparing for the day in the way I deemed necessary then I got down to the nitty gritty, my hair. I woke up early this morning and took my braids out so I needed to style my natural hair in a presentable way before I could think of leaving. Sighing, I looked at the head of hair and called out for Manie.
"Babe?"
"Hmm?" The sound of Amanie barely awake made me giggle, "The sumn mi use spray the water and conditioner inna mi hair weh yuh put e?" He groaned again, I never thought I'd be in a house speaking out loud to a man that I felt happy with, let alone calling him 'babe'. When I was overseas I was always alone.
"Mmm. Babes mi nuh know wah yaa talk bout inno... yuh check e guest bathroom?" The sound of him stretching could be heard in his voice.
Now that I was thinking about it, the last time I had curly hair in that's where I did my routine. I stepped out the bathroom taking my mission elsewhere.
"Woah woah woah, where you going looking that sexy? Come closer mek mi see yuh."
"Mi look simple, mi nuh know wah yaa talk bout." I blushed.
"Still sexy same way."
His words made me giggle even more than before, my cheeks felt warm and there was a little warmth in my stomach.
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"Come likkle closer to e bed nuh..."
I laughed at his words, something him want inno but mi cyaa be late this morning suh him nah get dat. I moved even further back, him play too much.
