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.

Honestly, mi feel like mi too young fi have dem kinda man problem yer. Because all now mi cyaa leff di bwoy. Ah mussi tie him tie mi. I hear the driver's side door open and I flash open my eyes to see Micheal coming into the driver's seat. He doesn't say anything as he pulls out his phone to connect it to the car. Without warning he starts the car and pulls out of the driveway, adjusting his seatbelt as he turns onto the street. "Noelle, mi honestly nuh inna di bagga chatting right now, so it better if mi juss carry yuh back a yuh aunty yaad" his voice is low and I could hear his annoyance and anger in every word. "Mi nuh know why yuh so angry Micheal...but yea bring mi back ah mi yaad because mi nuh waan deh roun yuh right now" I say turning my head to look out the window, crossing my arms in the process. "Eeeh? A suh it aguh go?" he asks with an emotionless stare. "Bet" He starts to speed up the car, turning up the music on the stereo as he overtook the car in front of us. Fada God please don't mek this man run we off ah the road and kill we.

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.

"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.

"Stop play wid mi bredda," he says holding my hand as I pull away from him. Sick of him playing with me "Who is she,!?" I shout in frustration as he held his head. "Who yah talk bout,?" Him swear mi a ediatt eno "Mi done," I say taking up my purse and phone walking out the room going towards the front door "Wait nuh b," he says coming after me he gets in front of me blocking me from leaving. I don't say anything but look at him I sighed feeling stupid...that's exactly what I am stupid for coming here "B mi no wah nobody but you, yah mi ooman fuck weh di media seh," "Right caz eh picca dem fake right!?" I say as he spoke "No but ano nutn like how it seem you alone mi want mi eva show yuh nutn different!?" He asks waiting for me to answer "No," I say as looking down as he uses his finger to lift my head making eye contact. "You alone mi wah," "Sure,?" "Yah," "Okay ," he pulls me close into a hug before pulling away he takes my hand bringing me to the bedroom he closed the door behind him "Mek mi show yuh how much mi wah yuh," he says making my belly drop a bit and my hands sweat I lick my lips He pushes me gently against the sheet before sliding his hand into my dress he reaches up before circling his finger on my spot His lips capture mine as he kissed me passionately my hand wrapped around his neck as he kissed me pulling away a bit before kissing my neck I bit my lip "Just fuck mi," I say as he chuckles into my skin sending vibrations down to my-I can feel how wet I am "Yuh know mi love it wen yuh talk like dat," he says getting up he take his shirt off as I look at his tattoos whew! My mannnnn! "Inna too much," he says as I ease up he pulls my dress over my head revealing my chest since the dress requires no bra my lace underwear on full display for him to see "Fuck," he mutters to himself before coming closer to me he tugs at my underwear before ripping it off me I gasp He gives me a devilish smile Ouuu I'm in trouble

Rising dancehall star Skippa, renowned for his soul-stirring lyrics, ascends to fame, revealing the authentic stories behind his songs to an ever-growing fan base. But amidst the chaos, he meets Ny'Ava, an 18-year-old who knows little about his world of fame and music. Her genuine nature and lack of interest in his celebrity status captivate him, a stark contrast to the attention he's accustomed to. Intrigued, Skippa sets his sights on Ny'Ava, but their love is fraught with challenges. Betrayal, heartache, loss, and trauma threaten to tear them apart. As they navigate the turbulent landscape of their relationship, they must confront their deepest fears and vulnerabilities. Will Skippa and Ny'Ava overcome the darkness that surrounds them, or will their love succumb to the pressures of fame, expectation, and past demons?

Under construction! 🚧 Wrote this when I was thirteen published when I was fourteen as you can guess Errors all over! Bare with me

𝒚𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒎? 𝒚𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂? 𝒚𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚? 𝒚𝒖𝒉 𝒏𝒐 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅.