In the heart of military discipline and the rigid structure of basic training, a captivating tale unfolds. "Soulja" explores the unexpected romance between Drill Sergeant Zackary, a disciplined instructor with a commanding presence, and India, a det...
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I maneuvered through the aisles of the supermarket I frequent most, my cart rattled along with purpose. The scent of ripe fruits and freshly baked bread teased my senses as I scanned the shelves, mentally ticking off items for my new venture into the army.
"Mi haffi get di essentials," I mumbled to myself.
Stop chat to yuhself and mind people think yah get off.
As I reached for a can of beans, my eyes lifted, I caught sight of a guy across the aisle.
Lawd, him a di whole package, jawline sharper than any drill sergeant command.
A sly smile tugged at my lips. His presence had me momentarily captivated, the bustle of the supermarket fading into background noise.
A suh man fih nice!
With a casual flip of my hair, I moved closer, stealing glances and convincing myself that I was merely perusing the pasta selection.
What a man sweet, Jeezas! Mi affi get a closer look.
My internal thoughts were a whirlwind.
Mi cya believe him haffi look this good while I'm shopping fi army supplies. Why him affi be so distracting?
Our eyes met, a subtle spark ignited within me. What to do? I tell myself to soldier-up because I can't get him out of my mind. Momentarily caught off guard, I fumbled with a bag of rice.
Come on now, India, yah soldier. Cyaa mek di man tek yuh focus, Yamfarm.
I scolded myself, my heart pounding a bit too loudly for my liking.
As I continued shopping,our paths crossed again this time near the dairy section. His smile was magnetic, and my resolve wavered.
Mi affi keep it together. Mi nuh wah seem like mi cyaa handle dis.
With my cart now laden with provisions and things I'll probably not need, I go to checkout, stealing one last glance at the mystery man.
Right now mi deven badda wah join e military if smaddy nice body son a patrol e streets just like that, I wanna be where he is.
Him a guh be the source a mi masturbation.
I chuckled to myself, realizing that, even in the middle of army preparations, I had a way of turning a routine shopping trip into a captivating-man-ogling-encounter.
If mi did spend one more second a look pon him mi would a go up to him and kiss him. I wouldn't- But, it's the thought that counts.
