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📍BEVERLY HILLS, ST. ANDREW
Z A R A
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Closing the door of his car, I don't wait until he's out I advance to his Gle.
As a bad gyal!
He gets out eyes fixed on me. "Which man yuh did have inna man car?"
But a wah dis fada...
"Hmm? You drive man car, you no ask f—"
"Mi no need fi ask fi it," I roll my neck.
He close the door, walk around to the front and lean against the grill design on his Benz. I drop my eyes to his long legs in a polo shorts, white socks with black kappa slides.
He clears his throat.
"One a yuh cronies dem come give yuh wrong information?" I drop my hand to my waist. He's already amused by this.
"Which man yuh did have inna man car? A dat mi a ask," he's glaring at me.
Him feel this a work?
When him look like him a strip me wid him low yiy dem.
I project my voice.
"Mi couldn't reverse the car and a man agree fi help me. A wah dat fi you a gwaan so? Or yuh cronies lef out deh part deh?" I blast him.
He doesn't like my tone, I know from the way his jaw keeps clenching. Eyebrows knitted, lips in a flat line.
"Who you a dealid?" his stare steady.
"Who else deh yasso?" I cross my arms and look around for an effect.
You tewww rude!
I feel Joe's eyes on me and it's like I can already hear his thoughts out loud in the most stereotypical way saying:
Yeah man. Mi never tell yuh fi no touch the man car?
"Ee? Mi ask yuh a question eno miss?" I give him a piercing stare, admiring how sexy he looks when he's angry.
Him nuh know say mi will get pan him nerves PURPOSELY just fi see him like this?
Heh?
Him nuh know me man!
"Mi should a just run the car inna light post—eh!" I drop the fob key in his hand. "Should a follow me mind and dash it tru the window."
"Watch ow' you a deal with man yer mah tell yuh?" the deep, resonant base in his voice is the only thing I'm hearing.
Maybe mi need fi sleep..
Mi too horny and tormented.
I walk away from him and feel as he pulls me by my ponytail.
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