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.

"Listen, mi anuh yuh b yer that." Mi tell him, artiste or not. . .mi just hate when men call mi Dat. "Why yaah behave suh strong? Think mi nuh know seh yuh love mi off? Mi see d way how yuh did a behave when mi did a perform." But wait- him full a ego eee. "Love off who? Numba one mi nuh know yuh and a the song them mi love not you." Cyaah mek the man know seh mi ago crazy ova him, that ago add to him ego. ~ ~ ~ This book is fictional and everything is from my own imagination. Disclaimer‼️ There are NO IMAGES in this book, so if you can't read book without images, this annuh fi yuh. . . 🏅Highest Ranking 🏅 #1 In Fictional- 19/01/2024 #1 In JamaicanAuthor-19/01/2024 #1 In Caribbean-31/01/2024