Truth Be Told

chapter 15- Paradise

Stormy's pov

"It's so pretty" I admired the pretty blue ocean in Montego Bay, Jamaica.

The private jet king flew us out here with wasn't the best experience. I never been on a plane before and I was terrified, But the beautiful scenery of Jamaica was worth it.

"You done with your litte tantrum?" He asked.

On the plane I started to freak out. at first I was fine, but then as soon as I sat down in the seat, I started to panic.

"Yea because you decided to trip me and make me fall before I could make it to the door to get off" He thought it was funny to trip me for I wouldn't make it out the plane.

"I don't know why you tried that. You wasn't getting off the plane and if I had to trip you and put a little something in your water when you wasn't looking, so be it"

"YOU DID WHAT?" I shouted.

The driver then stopped the car because of my loud scream. "Are you alright miss?"

I ignored him and focused on king. "What drug did you give me?"

"Watch the fuck who you yelling at and don't worry about it. You calm now"

Why is he so calm about things?

I leaned back into my seat and just waited until we were at the hotel. About 30 mintues later we arrived at this huge mansion that was surrounded by water.

"Who house is this? I thought we were going to a hotel" I questioned, getting out the car. king just acted as if I wasn't even there. he was making me upset but forget it. If he doesn't want to answer my question, he doesn't have to.

"You must be king" A Jamaican boy with dreads greeted king.

He had his thick brown dreads in a bun. he had on some beige slacks and a short sleeve collar shirt that was left unbuttoned, revealing his perfect abs. he was a gift from the gods.

"Yea man thats me" King shook his hand.

"And this beautiful lady" he grabbed my hand and kissed it. I was high on clouds.

King watched as me and the guy stared at eachother intensively. "Oh her, Her name windy"

I gave king a evil glare and turned back to the Jamaican boy. "No he's lying, My name is stormy" I smiled.

"Stormy" He repeated. "Stormy like the clouds. Your eyes are pure perfection to your name. There beautiful" His thick Jamaican accent was on high right now.

"Follow me" He led the way into the house. King wouldn't even look my way and I don't know why. he shouldn't even be upset that the guy complemented my eyes

When we got inside, the whole place looked like something you would see in a movie. It had many green plants and flowers everywhere. A huge balcony connected to the stairs. there was 2 stairways leading upstairs. I never been in luxury and king's house was the most beautiful thing I ever seen but this place tops it.

"I'll be back soon" The Jamaican guy walked off.

Waiting in the foyer, I looked over at king and he was doing something on his phone. "Are you ok?" I asked. even though he was acting funny towards me, I wanted to make sure he was alright.

"Im good" He said still staring down at his phone. I decided to just leave him alone and let him be.

I was starting to wonder why we were just standing here but moments later a older Jamaican guy came walking downstairs. he looked like he was probably in his 50s and had a full grown beard around his face. His black dreads had a little grey in them, his light brown eyes were perfect with his chocolate skin. he wore a knit Jamaican color hat and a nice versace suit.