"Comm check...
Testing, one... two...
Kwes Boaz speaking.
...you a hear me?
Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me.
Amnija happened righ...
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I watch as she falls onto the island, her hair spilling like water around her.
For a second, the gloss in her eyes tells me she wants this, hard and deep, but in a milli, it's gone...replaced by questions.
"Kwes...stop," her small palm flattened against my chest.
A wah wi do?
I let go of her thigh. "Stop" wasn't a word I played with, especially with females. It's my word against hers, and mi would'a get wah the duck get if that should ever be a female judge.
"Wah'm?" the confusion cuts through my voice.
She scrambles off the island, tugging my shirt down over her hips, trying to cover her expose thighs.
"Nijaa?" it echoes. I turn, and her steps are quick, uneven, carrying her in the livingroom without looking back.
"Nijaa wah wrong wid yuh bredda?" I found myself following her, but she only pisses me off more.
"Which ooman clothes that inna the bathroom Kwes?"
Jah know?
A really that she stop man fa?
My eyes dropped low, tired...all I wanted was her. All of her. Her comfort. Her attention.
Like it put off...
And mi mean...yuh likkle plan fi get off a the Gilding truck....
I hissed.
More while she move like a crosses enuh youth!
A dry laugh escapes me, sharp and laced with nothing but annoyance. "So a really that yuh stop man fa' Amnija? Yuh know how GOOD man did feel before yuh start with yuh BULLSHIT?"
I couldn't help it...once I got mad, my accent came out. She had this little smile tugging at her lips, but still kept nagging me.
"If yuh cya' give me wah answer weh make sense, yuh nah get my front," she argued and crossed her arms.
"So yuh nuh keep yuh front den. Yuh feel man a guh run back a yuh f'it?" I kiss my teeth, turn, and walk off to my room, not looking back.
Cut up.
Every oil inna man back drained out through the door.
"Like yuh nuh kno' say me will back mi fist," I mumble under my breath, slamming the door shut with enough force to break the shit.
And it did.
The glass splintered behind me, the sound slicing through the tension. I glanced over my shoulder, and there she was—Amnija, a storm of rage in her eyes.
