Kaliya Fraser, a driven, wealthy executive on the verge of inheriting her father's powerful corporate empire. Despite her success, she feels trapped in a life of endless responsibilities and a job she hates.
When she crosses paths with Hakim, a bro...
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KALIYA TEIRA FRASER | 22
Seated in the hospital lobby, my eyes focused on the pale ceiling as I held an ice pack up to my forehead, I wanted to cry so badly, but held it in.
See how mi tell Anika mek we go back to the villa, and she refused, left me alone... and almost mek smaddy kill me with a coconut.
Now mi have a big ass coco inna mi farrid.
"Aight, they ain't have the orange juice.. so I got.. uhh.. what's this? Freshhh Cranberry Lychee..?"
Looking at the man who took me to the hospital as he approached me with the beverage in hand, I mentally sigh.
"Thank you" I mumble using my free hand to take it.
"These Jamaican hospital systems suck" he sat in the empty spot beside me and I only hum in response.
To be honest, I could've used my father's name to get through quicker, but I can't take that type of attention right now. Plus doing so would also involve alerting him i was in the hospital. I'm glad no one seems to recognize me... yet.
"Let me see it..?" he gently held my wrist, a tingly feeling surging through my body as I finally got a good look at him, realizing how close he was to me.
His facial features sharp, his eyes seeming to capture my attention the most as we locked eye contact, his blue eyes icy, yet so alluring to look at. My breathing feeling caught in my throat, I look away first.
"You pretty as fuck girl, damn" he mumbled, seeming to surprise himself also as my cheeks became flushed, my face suddenly feeling warm.
Fine, fine man. Ughh.
Clearing his throat at the sudden awkward tension between us, I gently pulled my hand out his hold, moving the ice away from my forehead myself allowing him to look at it.
