delusionally HIS

MILO? ZIDANE?

Dae-Nia POV

"Hold on deh, how yuh know weh mi live?" I asked worriedly, my heart racing as I tried to make sense of the situation.

"Yuh look like somebody from Lane Mouth," Zaine replied, his tone casual, but it only made me more uneasy.

"Let mi out! Mi nuh feel comfortable!" I insisted, my voice rising with panic.

"Mumma, mi nah do yuh nothing, yuh nuh? Mi type, relax yuh fucking self," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Kmt," I muttered under my breath, feeling trapped.

The drive to Lane Mouth was quiet, the tension thick in the air. I kept stealing glances at him, trying to figure out if he was a threat or just a guy who knew too much. But what puzzled me even more was that he took me straight to my gate.

"Um, how yuh know mi house?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

"Nuh worry 'bout dat. Weh yuh need fi worry 'bout a weh yuh a wear later when mi come pick yuh up," he said, a smirk creeping on his face.

"Mi nah go no weh wid yuh afta mi anno idiot," I shot back, crossing my arms defiantly.

"Mhm," he replied, unfazed.

I tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. "Let mi out!" I demanded again, my patience wearing thin.

"Gimmie yuh number first," he said, leaning back in his seat with an air of confidence.

"Sir, mi will kick off yuh door," I threatened, though I knew it was an empty threat.

"Dweet nuh and see if Grace nuh pay fah," he shot back, a hint of amusement in his voice.

How the fuck him know mi madda name? I thought to myself, panic rising again. Mi need fi come out now caz...

In the House

As soon as I stepped inside, the weight of dread settled over me. What if him come back come kill mi or rape mi? Him know too much 'bout mi and we just meet.

I wondered if he had been trailing me when mi a come from work. Goodly dat. Yes, I work at a club every night. It's not something I'm proud of, but I have needs. I do a lot of things that I'm not comfortable doing, and no, it's not sex. I'd never sell my body to a guy. Don't get me wrong; if that's how you get your bag, then slay, sis.

But still, the thought of Zaine knowing where I lived made me uneasy. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched.

I flopped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to calm my racing heart. The club was my escape, a place where I could be someone else, even if just for a few hours. The music, the lights, the energy—it all made me forget about the leaks in my roof and the struggles at home.

Later that Night

As night fell, I got ready for work, slipping into my outfit—a tight black lingerie that hugged my curves just right. I looked in the mirror, applying my makeup with precision. I wanted to feel confident, to own the night.

Just as I was about to head out, my phone buzzed. A message from Shana popped up: "Yuh ready? Mi deh outside!" 

"Yea, coming," I replied, taking one last look in the mirror before grabbing my bag.

As I stepped outside, the cool night air hit me, and I felt a rush of excitement. The club was my domain, and I was ready to conquer it.

At the Club

The moment I walked in, the bass of the music enveloped me, and I felt alive. I greeted my coworkers, the familiar faces bringing a sense of comfort.

"Dae! Yuh look good tonight!" one of the girls, Keisha, called out, giving me a quick hug.

"Thanks, girl! Yuh too!" I replied, feeling the camaraderie wash over me.

As the night went on, I danced and interacted with the patrons, my worries about Zaine fading into the background. But then, just as I was about to take a break, I spotted him across the room.

Zaine.

He was leaning against the bar, looking out of place yet somehow at home. My heart raced, and I felt a mix of anger and confusion. What was he doing here?

Zaine's POV (milo)

Watching Dae-Nia move through the club was mesmerizing. She had this energy that drew people in, but I could see the tension in her posture whenever she caught sight of me.

I had to approach her, to clear the air. I didn't want her to think I was a threat; I just needed to understand her better.

As I made my way through the crowd, I could feel the eyes of the patrons on me. I was used to it, but tonight, it felt different. I was here for her.

"Hey," I said, finally reaching her as she took a break at the bar.

"Weh yah do yah?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.

"Just came to see yuh, mi nuh mean no harm," I replied, trying to sound casual.

"Yuh shoulda stay away, Zaine. ," she warned, her eyes narrowing.

"Yuh think mi a trouble yuh? Nah, mi just want to talk," I said, leaning closer so she could hear me over the music.

"Talk? About what? How yuh know mi life? How yuh know mi madda name?" she fired back, her voice rising.

"Mi just know things, Dae. A lot has happened since we were young, and mi just want to reconnect," I explained, hoping to ease her fears.

She hesitated, her expression softening slightly. "Reconnect? After all dis time? Yuh dead and come back milo?"

"Yea, but mi nuh dead. Mi just had to disappear," I said, my heart racing as I revealed more than I intended.

"Yuh serious?" she asked, disbelief etched on her face.

"Serious like a heart attack," I replied, trying to keep it light.

"Why yuh nuh just tell mi dat when mi ask yuh?" she pressed, crossing her arms.

"Cuz mi fraid yuh wouldn't believe mi," I admitted, feeling vulnerable.

"Yuh right, mi nuh believe yuh. yuh goodly a act like milo bcz mi did call yuh so," she said, shaking her head.

"Then let mi prove it. Let mi show yuh who mi really am," I challenged, feeling a spark of determination.

"I dunno, Zaine. Dis is a lot," she said, biting her lip as she considered my words.

"Trust mi, Dae. Just one night. If yuh don't like it, yuh can walk away," I offered, hoping she would take the leap.

Dae-Nia POV

His words hung in the air, and I felt torn. Part of me wanted to push him away, to keep my distance, but another part was curious.

"Fine, one night. But yuh better not waste mi time," I said, finally relenting.

"Mi promise, mi nah go let yuh down," he replied, a genuine smile breaking through.

As the night unfolded, I found myself drawn into his world, a world I thought I had lost forever.