𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 | ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ

𝐊𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚 | ʙʀᴀɴᴅᴏɴ ᴍʏᴇʀꜱ

ʙʀᴀɴᴅᴏɴ ᴍʏᴇʀꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟ

dude is actually mixed. wow

@ᴢᴇᴇʙᴇᴇ_ɢ ᴀꜱ ɴɪᴏᴍɪ ᴊᴇᴀɴ- ꜱɪᴍᴏɴᴇ

𝐓 𝐇 𝐈 𝐑 𝐃 𝐏 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 𝐎 𝐍

Niomi stood in the corner vibing to the music while I sipping on her cocktail. Her hips moved subtly to the beat and she watched the ladies and men dance on each other. She's came with a group of friends but everyone disperses and grabbed partners as soon as the slow music came on.

Niomi didn't mind and she let her friends have fun. She was the type of person to feel out the club and catch a vibe before she would get on the dance floor. In the meantime, she would look for the nearest exits just in case she had to make an escape, reject Zoe papis who would try to get with her, record her friends, and scan the room for any fine chocolate bachelor's.

Niomi was strictly dark chocolate. She didn't like venturing off into the sea where they had different color fishes. She only liked black men, and she didn't care what anyone had to say.

Song after song was being played, but Niomi wasn't feeling not one. The vibe still wasn't there and she was ready to throw in the towel, but she knew she couldn't. Her friends were having the time of their lives, plus it's only been thirty minutes. They would've peeped that she was leaving and drag her back into the party, this time on the dance floor.

Like always, her friend, Lashanda came to check up on her to see if she was okay. Lashanda has always been the type of friend to check up on her friends. She would call you at twelve o'clock in the morning just to see if you were okay and to ask if you ate.

"Yeah girl, I'm straight." Niomi said nodding her head.

Lashanda knew that Niomi wasn't feeling the party so she went to go get one of her good friends. Niomi didn't have a thing for white boys, but she hopes her friend would reconsider once she saw the guy.

Niomi watch her friend leave, and she went back on her phone. She played Candy Crush for a minute before Lashanda returned with some guy.

𝐍 𝐈 𝐎 𝐌 𝐈 𝐏 𝐎 𝐕

"Niomi, I want you to meet someone!" Lashanda exclaimed pulling along some white guy. They stopped in front of me and I gave him a smile to be respectful.

Regardless of how much I'm not into white dudes, I was still taught to be respectful when someone approache me. People always remember the first impression.

"Hi, I'm Niomi." I said stretching my arm.

The mystery man took my hand in a firm grip and shakes it. "Nice to meet you Niomi, my name is Daniel." He said showing off his pearly white teeth.

Daniel was cute-cratch that, fine, but he isn't my type. I only have a thing for my melinated men, not the ones that lack it. Yes, I've seen some cute white dudes-Daniel being one of them, but I wouldn't date any of them.

"I'll be right back." Lashanda said before she ran through the crowd of people. She knew what she was doing from the very beginning. She's trying to hook us up knowing damn well I don't have a thing got colonizers.

Daniel took a seat next to me. I decided to make a conversation with him before I would send him on his way. "So where you from Daniel?" I asked him.

"I'm from Port-au-Prince." He said.

"Your parents gave birth to you on a trip or something or you actually from there. Like, have grandparents that are born there?" I asked suddenly intrigued. I know there's white Haitians but I've never met one so... Pale.

"My great grandmother settled in Haiti and married my great grandfather, so my Haitian heritage goes back quite a bit." He said shrugging his shoulders.

"So how are you s-so pale?" I asked him.

"My grandmother was mixed and she married a white man so when they had my father he came out a little more pale. Then my father got with my mother- which is white, and they produced me." He said taking a sip of his beer.

"Se konsa, ou fondamantalman blan, men ki gen gou?" I asked switching it up on him.

So you're basically white, but have flavor?

He turned to me and smiled. "Si sa a ki jan ou vle dekri li Lè sa a, yeah." He said laughing.

I joined in and the two of us started talking about how things were like growing up with Haitian parents and in Haiti. We talked about the food and our culture, and before I knew it we were trading numbers.

Daniel was a cool guy, and he would make a great friend.

"I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road." I heard blast through the speakers. I put my drink down and started to dance in my chair. It was old town road with a dash of Kompa. It made the song 100 times better.

This is my song!

"Do you want to go dance?" Daniel asked me and I stared at him as if though he had two heads.

"You can dance white boy?" I asked smirking at him.

Daniel put his beer down and stepped in front of me. He took my hand and lead me to the dance floor where he put his hands on my waist. I wrapped my arm around him and we rocked until we both caught the beat. He dipped me and I grind myself into him before he pulled me back up. He kept up with every move I sent his way, and when the beat only played he controlled my body like it was him.

"Just because I'm white doesn't mean I can't dance luv." He said grinding his hips into mines. I closed my eyes and dropped my head onto his shoulders and my breath quickened.

He was making place tingle that haven't tingled in a long time and it was doing something to me.

"You can't handle it huh." He whispered, his voice dropping a couple of octaves.

What is this man doing to me?

I raised my head to look at him, and I stared into his alluring eyes. "I could handle a lot more things than you think." I said looking down at his member that touched my stomach.

"Oh really?" He laughed raising his eyebrows. "Ou panse ou ka okipe tout Li" Daniel asked with a cocky smirk.

Can you handle all of it?

"Can you handle all of me?"

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞|

-this is pretty short so don't hurt me.
- I'm also not Haitian so sorry for the mistakes