The Hairstylist and the Don "I want you to come one hour earlier than we agreed," his cilent said "Why?" he asked "You know why," she said and he looked at the phone. He made a face and looked away. Den a wah she show him "I already told you I'm saving myself for marriage," he said A wah pop Wah him just say

"Move from in front a mi," I say. But it comes out softer. Weaker. More honest than I intended. I'd be on the first plane out of here tomorrow. Nothing that we've said in the past twenty minutes would matter once I am on that plane. We are tied to each other, and our pasts don't have to intertwine any more than they already have. He doesn't move. I step sideways. He mirrors me, like he's tethered to the same gravity. "Kymani-" "Selah" My name in his mouth feels like a dare. A part of me wants it to feel like a promise. I shake the thought. After what feels like a standoff written in the marrow between us, he finally exhales and steps back. Barely. But enough. I don't waste it. I slip from his hold, my heartbeat pounding in my throat, in my ears, in the soles of my feet as I bolt toward the door. I leave him there. Leave the house. Leave the heat still burning between us. And I run. Fast, desperate, the same way I did the first time I left this place. The same way I survived. I don't look back. Not at him. Not at the house. Not at the version of myself that's still trembling inside those walls. Not anymore.

He trailed kisses from my neck down to my breast He cupped one in his hand and started sucking on the other and I started moaning his name.

She was trained to uphold the law. He was born to break it. Naiari never wanted to walk the same path as her father, the Deputy Commissioner of Police, but becoming an officer gave her purpose. Zayvion never asked to lead March Pen's most feared organization. But with his brother locked away, the weight of the empire falls on his shoulders. Cold, calculated, and unchallenged, until Naiari crashes into his world, unafraid and unbroken. She wants justice. He wants revenge. But neither expected the fire that would spark between them. In a city where loyalty is a currency and betrayal runs deep, love is the most dangerous weapon of all.

Ratbat one a ih time dem a lie? 🦇🖤 #rajahwild NOT EDITED

A Jamaican love story where a young girl fell in love with the wrong man.However she discovers his true colors and regrets their relationship

"Mi cah fuck uh Riri," he said while pulling away from our heated kiss. Why? Was it because we're bestfriends? "Why not?" I breathed out heavily as he cupped my cheeks and rested his forehead on mine. He didn't answer me. "Gio?" I whispered his name. He pulled away and released me from his hold. "Yah virgin and mi wid fuck uh kill uh," he said darkly. Chills ran down my spine as he stared down at me.

" 𝘔𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘶𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘩 𝘺𝘶𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 "