And I just look at her. "Ain't no n***a alive deserve to be with a woman as pretty as you," I say, pulling a spliff from my pocket, lighting it then taking a puff. She keeps her chin steady, but I see it, the way her eyes keep drifting to me and then away again. Like she's trying not to get caught up in the tension of the moment. Our eyes lock in this intense stare, neither of us willing to be the first person to break it. I drink her in, inhale everything that has me hooked around her finger, and more. We're mere inches apart, our faces hovering together, trapped in the intimacy. "Yuh think yuh deserve mi?" she replies, cocking her head to the side, the corners of her lips twitching with something between mischief and what I pray is lust. I get ready to exhale, eager to release the smoke from my spliff. Before I can, her fingers find my face, pulling it even closer to hers. My next exhale becomes her next inhale, our lips exchanging the sinful scent. "Hell nah..." I drawl, grinning at her slowly. "But me already know me aguh spend di rest a mi life trying to. Yuh know seh ah only when yuh deh beside me, me breath easy?"

She found her safe place in someone unexpected.

Here Gutta Lies in 'Angle'... I hit someone and jerk back. "Shit," I gasp. It's him. I immediately don't feel bad. I just know he did this purposely. "A wahm to yuh bredda?" "Yuh cya drive?" he ask intimidatingly. I don't even shake. "Yuh nav yiy?" "Yuh nuh see a 21st century we inna?" he ask looking at the paper. "How that a affect yuh?" I kiss my teeth. "Man, see da gyal ya and lowe har yer?" I push off the trolley and feel him slap my ass with his big hand. I look down at his fingers sinking in my pants. Then up at him not pleased. "Me and the girl a fren so dis naggo work." "So who you fe tell me wah naggo work?" **************************************** A captivating tale of love and deception, centered around a complicated love triangle. The story revolves around Jaden also known as Gutta, a charismatic but troubled 'bad boy' who finds himself torn between his long-time girlfriend and her friend. As Gutta falls for his girlfriend's friend, he attempts to maintain both relationships by weaving a web of lies. However, the question remains: how long can he keep up this charade? When his girlfriend is seeking genuine love? And his newfound sweetheart is desiring more from him? Find out in "Angle." # 1 in Jam🥇 # 1 in gunman🥇

🇯🇲 In the gritty streets of Kingston,Jamaica, two powerful forces collide. Meet Jamiri "Di Don" Stephenson, a ruthless and cunning gang leader who rules the city's underworld with his gun and his gang. Enter Xainni "Diva" Jackson, a 21 yr old lady that's a neurologist and lives in uptown. She's a boss lady and a very ambitious woman that's looking for love. When Di Don and Diva's world intersect, sparks fly. As they navigate the trenches of love, loyalty, and betrayal,they must confront their own demons and make choices that will alter their destinies forever.

Janelle isn't searching for love-she's searching for survival. Growing up between Miami grit and New York ambition, she knows the rules of the game: never trust too easily, never get too comfortable, and never let your guard down for a man. But then there's Malik. Dangerous, magnetic, and carved straight out of every bad decision a girl swears she'll never make twice. One night is all it takes-one dinner, one kiss, one glance that lingers too long-for her carefully built walls to start crumbling. And Malik? He's hooked from the moment she walks into his world, leaving him restless, addicted, and craving more. As their worlds collide-his empire built on shadows, hers balanced between loyalty and survival-Nelle is pulled deeper into a love she doesn't know if she can trust. Between late-night texts, roses at her door, and secrets she refuses to force him to confess, a spark ignites into something dangerous... something consuming. But in a city where every glance could be a warning and every touch could cost everything, can passion survive the truth? Or will desire become the most dangerous trap of all? A story of heat, hustle, and heartbreak-where the line between power and vulnerability blurs, and love feels as intoxicating as the city itself.

Her warm pussy tightened around my cock as she released all her juices, causing a long orgasm from me as well A yah suh nice. Rayza is a country don when he meets this uptown catty weh come a Portland for the holidays. He immediately fell in love with her. But can she ever love Him? A country don who kills people just for the fun of It? Read to find out.

Widening the door I seen him holding another bag, with flowers in his hand and a blunt behind his ear "really? More peace offerings?" "Ain't none wrong in that" I thanked him for it as I was raised with manners I placed the flowers on the counter alongside the bag not bothered to look inside and see what he got. "That's how you gon do me?" He asked pointing at the flowers on the counter. "I mean flowers really not cutting anything right now" I shrugged. "It better cause I came here to apologise" he walked over and stood in front of me with his tall ass self. "Mhm" I hummed ready to hear what he has to say. "Real shit though. I know I ain't really been on my shit cause I got other shit I'm dealing with so Ion really wanna put that onto you cause you'n deserve none of that. So I told you Ion wanna rush it so I don't become the man that don't treat you good" at this point he put his hand in mine and used his thumb to rub the back of my hand in circular motions. "So I wanna apologise for allat cause I ain't really tell you what's going on but Ion really wanna wait for that date no more". There was just some in his eyes that was getting me especially with his head being slightly tilted not even thinking of trying to break eye contact with me. "So what does that mean?"