He holds her heels. She lets her guard down. And in the space between city lights and silence, two people who weren't looking for love start to feel something they can't explain. No drama. No rush. Just raw connection and a spark that won't quit.

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Amoya's life was a tangled web of secrets and lies, courtesy of her boyfriend Jaheeil's hidden agenda. But when she stumbled upon Kimani, a mysterious bad boy with a reputation for being untamed, her world was turned upside down. As she found herself irresistibly drawn to Kimani's raw charm. Amoya couldn't help but to wonder: will she risk everything for a love that's real, or remain trapped in a relationship built on deception? 𐙚˚ 𐙚˚ 𐙚˚ 𐙚˚ 𐙚˚ "Of course I'm going to leave him. I've outgrown these type of lowlife relationships at this point. He raised the bar for me now he doesn't fit my criteria. Period!" ~Amoya "I couldn't apologize for being upset with him. I'll just come around and he has to accept that. Afterall I'm just a girl." ~ Amoya ______________________________________________ My gaze roamed over her, eyes lingering on her hand, still resting on her skin. "I was," I said, my voice dripping with amusement. "But it seems as if I'm not the only one who's wide awake tonight." Amoya's flush deepened as she realized she'd been caught. She snatched her hand away, trying to play it cool. "I was just...um...scratching an itch." "Save yuh lie dem yer. Me see exactly wah uh did a do." ~ Kimani 🏅: #1 jamaicannovel #1 jamaicanwriter #1 tavern #1 newauthor

What is wrong with him? I hate that he stares. I hate the feeling it gives me. It's unsettling... Blood rushes to my face... my head... It's... nauseating. And inconvenient. If he would just stop staring, I could get on with my life and my time here. So what if we've met before? He can continue to ignore me as he has been. I can do the same with no problem. None at all. I just... I want him to look away. I need him to. So I can breathe.

"D?" "Yes, baby." I lowered my gaze to the floor. "I... I'm turned on. I... I don't know if I'll be able to sleep like this." He hummed softly. "What would you want me to do?" I stared at him. I didn't know what to say. He took a step forward. "Amoya, tell me what you want." I gulped. He gripped my chin, forcing my eyes to his. He brushed his lips against mine, teasing me. "Umm, I-I," the words got stuck in my throat. He titled my head, and placed his lips to my ear. "Do you want me to make you come?" My movements stilled. Between my legs clenched. My mouth opened, but no words came out. He smirked, slow and deliberate. "I'll take that as a yes." ______________________________________ He was dangerous. Too dangerous for a girl like me. I grew up sheltered, protected by rules and curfews, watched by strict and dangerous parents who believed love was a distraction, boys were trouble and power and control was everything. And then he came - dark, sharp, and everything I was warned to stay away from. One look from him and every rule I'd ever known began to blur. Every warning turned to a whisper I no longer cared to hear. Because I'd already fallen for him. This man - in a cruel twist of fate - was my father's rival. And he was forbidden.

Mushiy (a thick, strong woman with fire in her heart) and Dajhun aka Devil (a dominant, rich cook shop boss with dangerous charm), here are some alternative story titles to choose from - a mix of Caribbean flavor, heat, and forbidden vibes:

Kairo is scared his autism will stop him from finding love.

I held my head straight as I enter the shop ordered what I want then exit the shop. A dark blue crown pulled up infront of the boys and the don comes out after putting the car in park. I cross the streets and held my head straight as I pass the group, I could feel eyes on me as I pass. " Psst thickaz, fawud yasso," The Don voice . my ears. I froze in my spot.

❦ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙂𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙉.     𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙩 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙧, a disciplined PR coach known for fixing the league's worst messes, is assigned to manage its most uncontrollable new star: 𝘾𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝘾𝙖𝙙𝙚.   Freshly drafted and already drowning in headlines, Cameron is all talent and no restraint-brilliant on the field, volatile off it, and carrying more history than he lets anyone see.   𝙏𝙝𝙚 league forces a solution: mandatory media training, constant supervision, and a carefully staged public association designed to keep Cameron's career intact.   But when Monet's structure clashes with Cameron's defiance, the plan starts to crack. Boundaries blur. Truths surface. And what was supposed to be strategy turns into something far more dangerous-something neither of them planned for.

❝Can't have anybody knowin' I fuck witchu.❞ 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 • /ɪˈlɪsɪt/ 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 something forbidden, secret, or morally questionable-like a relationship, action, or desire that goes against the rules, whether societal, legal, or personal.