Aneyah Brown (Nia), a 23-year-old Jamaican influencer, has it all: beauty, brains, and a thriving online presence that showcases her vibrant island life. But beneath her confident exterior lies a heart scarred by past relationships that left her war...
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Andre'sPOV
"Fawud den nuh" I said and we entered the house.
I walked to a private corner and she followed behind me. I notice all the boys I was hanging with watching us and shouting but I ignored them and continued walking.
Taking a good look at her I realize she's wearing a pink mini dress that highlights all her curves.
"She look good yf dawgggg" the voice in my head says.
"Why yah look pan mi suh sir?" Aneyah said
Fuck not even realize mi a stare pon har
"Cuz yuh pretty yf" I said and she blushed
"Thank you" she says as she looks down at her toes
"Suh weh yuh come from Nia?"
"I was born in Manchester but I moved to St Andrew when I was 12" She said
"Eeee suh yah country girl" I said and she laughed
"Yeah I guess...Where are you from?" She said
"I was born in New York but I moved back here with my grandma when I turned 15 and now I travel back and forth" I said
"Alr greencard" She said and we laughed
We continued with our conersation for a good ten minutes
"Yow Storm we a move" I hear Alex shout from across the room
"Soon fawud dawg" I shouted
"Alr we deh pan e outside" He shouted and they went outside
I looked down at Nia and said "I enjoyed talking to you and would love to take you out sometime"
She smiled and said "Maybe....I'll think about it"
"Alr gimme your number or smth and I'll text you" I said
She gave me her IG and I followed her and she followed me back
"Alr see you soon Miss Nia" I said
"We'll see Mr Storm." We laughed and she walked away and I left.
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Aneyah's POV
Andre and I finished talking and I walked back over to Sash noticing that the party was dying down and most people were leaving.
After an hour most people left and I was helping Sash to clean up a little.
"Saw you and Andre talking today" Sash said smiling
"Girllll don't even. We were just talking" I said
"Mhm a neva you ova deh a smile like yuh naave no sense" She said
"Yes.....mi nah guh tell yuh seh is no" I said and we both laughed
"Hear seh him a player tho girl suh be careful" Sash said
'Mi can see it pon him man but mi nuh want no man as mi seh before suh it nuh matter" I replied
"Whatever you say hun" Sash said
After we finish cleaning up I left and went home
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Aneyah couldn't get Andre out of her head after the party. His charm, his smile, his scent, the way he seemed genuinely interested in her – it was all too enticing. Despite Sasha's warning, she found herself wanting to see him again.
A couple days later, Andre sent her a message on Instagram. It was casual, just a simple "Hey, how have you been?" but it made her heart race. They started chatting more frequently, exchanging playful banter and getting to know each other better.
One evening, Andre invited her out for dinner. Aneyah hesitated at first, but curiosity got the better of her. She agreed, and they decided to go to the 100 in Kingston.
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January 27, 2024 (7:20pm)
📍Norbrook, St. Andrew Jamaica
It was the night of the date and I showered, did my makeup, straightened my hair and was about to get dressed.
I decided to wear a black mini leather dress with bright orange boots and a bright orange cropped jacket.
"Wonder if this too much?" I thought to myself
I got dressed, put on my jewellery, sprayed my valentino cologne and chose to wear my coach handbag.
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"Yuh eat this up yfff" the voice in my head says
Andre told me that he would be here at 8 earlier when he texted me asking for my address. I looked at the time realizing that it's five minutes to 8 and I heard my phone ping at the same time realizing it's a message from Andre.
Mr. Andre
Hey. I'm outside
Me
Okay. I'll be out soon.
I went outside and saw Andre leaning on a black bmw. He was dressed in a well-fitted, crisp white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, dark slim-fit jeans and designer shoes and he had on a sleek wristwatch and a pair of stylish sunglasses.
"Him look good yfff. Look eatable" the voice in my head says
"Girl get a grip" I thought back
"Goodnight" I said to him
"Goodnight pretty girl" He smiled and replied with his deep voice
"Draws drop yah nowww" the voice in my head said
We drove off from my house on our way to the restaurant.
