Previously Titled 'Paradise'.
For her entire life, Paradise Hamilton has had no say in her own personal affairs. From a child she had grown up under the strict rules of her Caribbean parents.
But when the day finally arrived for her to wed a comple...
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Omniscient
Kingston, Jamaica
The woman blinked harshly, placing two fingertips against her aching head as she tried desperately to unblur her vision. Her throat ran dry the instant she awoke, indicating just how dehydrated she must have been.
Around the cluttered area, the sun's benevolent rays danced around, casting warm hues on the silk sheets decorating both, her body and the hotel room's floor.
Her thoughts drew repetitive blanks. The female could hardly even formulate a proper storyline as to how she had managed to get tucked into her bed the previous night. She attempted to stand to her two aching feet, but was suddenly stopped by the weight of a dark male's arm, pulling her back in a non-verbal way of saying 'stay right here'.
Like Orbeez submerged in a bucket of warm water, Zaharia's eyes grew wide, panic dispatching through her body as she glanced around the room, scared to descry the individual lying beside her. She shuffled through her brain, playing the events of her night in chops, straight until the very last moment she could recall—dancing with Genna.
No.
Was the sole word which bounced into her thoughts, forcing a permanent ping to stimulate her eardrums and rattle her mind entirely.
Mustering together more courage than the cowardly dog himself, Zaharia glanced over one shoulder, receiving the perfect view of a sleeping Genna behind her, top half stark, just as she had been.
No.
And there it was- the memories of every kiss, touch, and gyration the two shared merely hours previously, the pain in her lower region, and the burdening feelings of both regret and disappointment all brimming and sinking the woman in one at a time.
She hadn't had sex in years, her last time being at the tender age of seventeen when she lost her innocence to a boy who had promised her the world, only to barely be willing to give the young girl her own hometown once the deed was done.
Since then, she had vowed she would wait for a man to actually show her rather than tell her to get anything in return ever again. Now at twenty-one, she laid in bed beside a stranger, short of both actions and mere words.
Zaharia bit her chapped lip, forcing stinging tears back to their sockets. She huffed lowly to herself, peeling, finger by finger, the resting male's limb from her body. In its chamber, her heart pounded as she stepped around the room, observing every littered artifact of the night's endeavors.
