Quick question who's your favorite Jamaican artist?? Mines jada 😝
I browsed through the racks of outfits at fashion Eason shopping for work clothes as well as some nice boyfriend jeans , lost in thought. Zaheer's betrayal still stung. How could he so callously parade another woman in front of me? And had the audacity to come at my window ?Shoulda skin out me batty gi him
Limit -
Scanning through the pants section I bend looking at the prices when suddenly , a hand clamped around my waist, spinning me around. Zaheer's piercing gaze locked onto mine.
Sigh
Me shit inna church yard ?
"Khyra," he whispered, looking down on me
Weh him wah now ?
Rolling my eyes and hissing my teeth I go to push him off me when his grip tightened around my waist, pulling me close. I felt his warmth, his scent, and my traitorous body responded.
"Why are you ignoring me?" Zaheer demanded, his voice low and husky. "A look how yha shame man last night ? Lock window pon man like a some wasteman thing "
Him lucky
Still not saying nothing just looking down and trying to remove his hands he grabs my chin so I'm looking at him .
" you me a talk to inno likkle girl "
Go likkle girl yha m...jk
Jk
" Dawg mek we talk boh this nuh khy nah lose yuh ova no fuckry inno dwq that mah mek yuh know caz yha fimi .yer pussy"
His eyes blazed with intensity, and I try to look anywhere but his eyes
Eye contact aiin my strong suit ....
Struggling to still get out of his hands I'm shocked as Zaheer's lips crushed mine, silencing my protests. His kiss was possessive, demanding.
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Roman d'amour"Stop touch me nuh bredda !" A gasp escapes my lips as he grips my neck and pull me to him "Weh me tell yuh bout calling me bredda humbrey " "Zaheer just Leggo offa me before me scream in yha !" The blood the blood the blood and tha likkle handi...