One secret. One Promise. Two hearts.
Ama promises to keep her muma's secret till she meets an American man she dubs as Mr. Gorgeous. When their hearts collide, the secret threatens to reveal itself.
Will the Jamaican heat scorch the love that coul...
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My heart is in my throat as I look back at Ama again before the door closes. Sighing, I approach the ticket desk and give the agent my ticket.
"Heading home?" the cute chubby-faced woman asks.
"Yeah," my reply is short.
She looks at me with understanding and says, "It's hard to leave our beautiful island, yah?"
"You have no idea," I say, feeling my eyes prickle with unshed tears and my heart ache.
She nods before handing me my ticket. "Have a safe flight."
"Thank you."
Only a few people are at the security checkpoint, but it seems to be taking longer than expected. The line keeps growing from security taking forever to get the bags through the X-ray machine. I believe they have a TSA agent in training. When they finally open another line, I quickly step over and easily get through.
Checking my watch, I see that there's an hour before boarding, so I stop at a pub near my gate and order a beer and sandwich, knowing that my next meal will be a long time from now. My mind revisits the last ten days, remembering when my dad drove me to the airport, patted me on the back, and told me to use my time away to process the devastating events of my non-wedding.
"Keep yourself busy, Son, and try to enjoy yourself and all that Jamaica has to offer," he told me, not knowing that I was fortunate enough to meet the best Jamaica had to offer, Ama.
Ama, her tan skin and sparkling brown eyes invade my mind. The way her body moved in sync when joined together with mine in my bed, her melodic laugh, and her velvet touch are all that I can think about. I want these next two weeks to go by quickly so I can return to my Jamaican beauty.
I chuckle to myself, picturing my family's faces when I tell them I'm entirely over Stella and bought a home in Jamaica to pursue a relationship with Ama. I can hear them now telling me how crazy I am, and this is just a rebound from Stella and a way to get my heart and ego back intact. But I know it's more than that; Ama has my heart. Her touch healed my heart and ego from the devastating blow Stella slammed into them.
My thoughts are interrupted by the announcement that the loading process has begun at my gate. Eating my last bite of the sandwich, I put cash on the counter and go to my gate to be the final first-class passenger to board.
As I sit, a pretty blonde stewardess offers me a hot towel and takes my drink order. I watched as the passengers that board pass the empty seat beside me, which was to be Stella's, making me wish Ama was beside me. My drink arrives, and I gulp it down, enjoying the burn in my throat; then, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep, hoping to see Ama in my dreams.
