This story is the definition of trouble in paradise. What Shai-Anna believed to be a normal trip to Jamaica turned out to be much more than what met the eye. One week away gave her the ability to see what had been underneath her nose this entire time, she was able to feel things she never felt before, she was able to get the love that she always deserved... but at what cost?

"Ye mon. Not even air itself cah come between we. Memba dat." ********************* Karissa Kizeah Thomas' life changed at the age of 16 years old when her grandmother passed away from cancer, leaving her to fend for herself. She pursued a career as a stripper to make ends meet but faced difficulties due to unfair treatment at the club and not making enough money. She then meets Kairon Javel McNabb, a 26-year-old self-made billionaire who owns multiple car dealerships. What are dramas that may arise between the two due to their vastly different backgrounds, with Karissa being a stripper and Kairon being a wealthy businessman?💸🤸🏽‍♀️ Find out more in Dangerously Attached. •Contains mature language / sexual content• 🎖️HIGHEST RANKING: #3 in Attached #1 in Jamaica #1 in Jamaican #1 in Jamaican Writer #2 in New Author #1 in Patois (Please note that this is the first book i've written and published on wattpad so if you have any feedback, please leave positive ones in the comment sections provided.)

Béyu doesn't believe in love and has no love life, but is curious about sex. Confiding in her best friend who took it has an opportunity for something great, she came up with the idea that she too experienced in the states. Sex between mutual friends. An the best candidate for the position is someone with not just experience, but money. Lots of Money. An their planned Jamaican vacation is the best time for it. Zyair didn't planned for any vacation but took one for the sake of his best friend and his woman. When an offer was made to have a girl for his sexual gain, he didn't bat an eye as he thought it was someone experience. Béyu came as a surprise for him just as he was more than a surprise to her. They knew it was a small world when she introduces herself. The girl he talked to twice about his bills is no one by her. Kayaérachilani, the call center agent with the name everyone is intruded to know more about. Kay-air-a-chi-lani

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Ever been in the wrong place at the wrong time? Yeah... I have. Don't recommend. I'm Lue'elle, by the way, call me Lue. Elle works too, honorable mention to my 'mom' for the name. Now, for the juicier part. Giordano? Definitely not my cup of tea. Let's just say I didn't like him. At all. But life, being the cruel little joke it is, decided to throw me and him into the same orbit. As if fate, or some sadistic writer, was testing how much hell a person can handle before they snap. One night. Wrong place. Wrong time. Turns out, hating him was the easier part. Actually, whatever this is between us might just drag you straight to hell... and back. Elle. Xoxo. Ranking🥇 #1 in Caribbean #1 in Jamaica

In a small Jamaican community, Xenia has always been the good girl, focused on school, family, and her faith. But when she meets Asire-a bold, streetwise "bad boy" with a magnetic charm-her world flips upside down. Drawn to his mystery and confidence, she finds herself wrestling with feelings she's been taught to resist. Torn between her beliefs and the thrill of new love, Xenia is forced to navigate the clash between her sheltered upbringing and the temptations of desire.

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.

"Ah yuh decide fi tek set pon mi enuh" I scream at him. "Yuh sick inna yuh head Sarai? Two ah we know seh ah lie yah tell" he retorts with a sinister smile. Shame ah kill mi... "You knew what I wanted from the very beginning, but instead you decided to catch feelings" he shoots back at me. Feel like seh him juss ah seh dis fi provoke mi. Cyaa believe I ignored all of this man's red flags. "Better if yuh juss liff up from yasso doh, cause mi have work inna di morning" Is he really kicking me out right now? "Mi hate yuh wid everything inna mi" I exclaim, as tears build up in my eyes. My response doesn't seem to faze him though, a deadpan look never leaving his face. "You know your way out" he says to me, moving from his spot on the couch and heading towards the stairs. In seconds, I hear his bedroom door slam shut behind him, and soon the house is dead quiet.

Even though I don't look up right away, I feel him. His presence shifts the air, makes it heavier, like the sky right before a storm. A shiver runs down my spine, but I shake it off. I can sense he's here to handle our unfinished business, and I know he won't hold his tongue this time, not without our audience from earlier to keep him in check. "Why yuh really come back Jodie?" He's blunt, as always, and I can tell he's revving up for a fight. Him lucky. "I love Ms. Iva and I respect her for what she does, but dem neva send yuh gah school fi sell yam dung a market...Why'd you leave Kingston?" "I told you already, I'm using my PTO Knox" I dispose of the water into the grass, setting the wash basin up against the tank. He scoffs. "Liad, yuh done tell dah one deh already, betta yuh come up wid a next one." His eyes are daring, challenging me to come clean, but I can't. "Why you cyaa juss believe me? What's so suspicious about me needing time away from work?" I push past him, not yet ready to dive so deep into the unknown. He grabs my wrist, pulling me into his chest and trapping me there. The warmth of him seeps into me, setting off a fire under my skin. He doesn't ease up, but the pressure does something to me that I can't shake. I tell myself to take a step back, create some space, but I don't. I won't. "Because me know yuh, Jodie. Better than I know myself. I know you..." He presses his index fingers to his heart, his breath shallow as it cascades across my collarbone. "I thought we were better than this, I thought we could tell each other anything" I shake my head, my eyes closing as I inhale his scent, it's uniquely him. It's dangerous how familiar it is, how it makes my chest ache. I hate him for making me feel like this, I hate myself for wanting to be even closer than we are now.