Jada
"Vladimir?" I called in disbelief.
Why is he here?
"Did you miss me, Jada?" he questioned pushing his way past me and into my house.
What?.....
"Vladimir, why are you here?"
"That's the thing, I don't know," he answered seemingly truthfully.
Seemingly.
"Did you miss me?" with a small smirk I questioned.
"Maybe."
Fucka lie.
"What about me did you miss?" I asked closing my door and leaning on it.
"Do you want me to be honest?"
Duh.
"mhmm"
"Everything," he answered holding soul-piercing eye contact.
Silence enveloped us as I thought carefully about what was just said.
What does he mean by everything?
Did I miss him?
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his footsteps coming toward me stopping just an inch away.
My breathing became slightly raced.
"I missed these eyes" he answered placing his hand under my chin and tilting my head upwards to meet his stare.
"your lips" he answered pushing past my lips with his thumb.
Frightened, I gasped as he aggressively pulled me closer to him while having a firm grip on my breast.
I could feel the pooling in my panties by now. His presence just has some effect that I don't understand on me.
But, bwoy nuh miss mi him only miss mi pussy.
I looked up meeting his lustful glare with one of my own. The air became tense. The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, scissors, saw, or anything you wanted to use.
I could feel his erection through his sweatpants and smell the strong scent of his manly cologne which was turning me on even more but,
"Vladimir, No" I spoke almost yelling. I pushed away from him taking in his appearance.
While he stared at me through semi-squinted eyes and furrowed eyebrows.
He dressed less formally. A white loose-fitted T-shirt that still didn't hide his muscles and biceps and grey sweatpants that showed the proud imprint of his erection. He looked edible.
Wait deh a dress him dress fi come fuck mi off? Kinda a work stillz.
"Vladimir, I don't think we should do this."
"You came to Jamaica, there are prettier, thicker females out there anything you want or are looking for you can find it here. If we had sex it would just be fulfilling your wishes of just wanting to sleep with me" I answered with a slight tone and attitude.
He just wants to sleep with me. I don't usually sleep with men I'm not in a relationship with.
"Would I be lying if I said you wanted to have sex with me just as much as I wanted to have sex with you?" he asked after hauling me closer to by my throat.
Well, no. I just don't want to be used as a one-night stand.
I sighed walking toward my living room where I once laid comfortably before a certain Russian came knocking on my door.
