"𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬" --🇯🇲-- 🥇ℋ𝒾𝓰𝒽ℯ𝓈𝓉 ℛ𝒶𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓰🥇 # 1 In 𝑻𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓- 28/2/24 # 1 in 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒔- 22/3/24

"𝓗𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓫𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷" -Ace ~🇯🇲~...

An innocent girl from Kingston never knew what love was until she got caught up with a Jamaican badman from St.Thomas..... Highest Rankings: #1 Caribbean #1Jamaican #1badman

"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.

I was so out of it that I didn't even notice when the stoplight switched from yellow to red. Struggling to act on my fight or flight, I have no choice but to run straight into the car in front of me. Oh fuck. Just one of those fucking days... Thankfully, the impact isn't fatal, but it's far from pretty. I exit my vehicle, ensuring to put my car in park before hopping out, the person from the car in front jumps out at the same time. A tall man begins to storm towards me, his brows furrowed as he takes long strides in my direction. Boy look cute and neat eesi... Why did we have to meet like this? "A buy yuh buy yuh license?" he screams at me with rage. Well, that's not nice. Tek back everything me just seh. "It was clearly an accident, mi did distracted" I tell him, trying to defend myself. Mi shame. The road is active around us, drivers are blowing their horns or peeping their heads through their windows to take in the scene. "Distracted? Aye lady, a who teach yuh fi drive?" he asks, a humorous yet frustrated smirk on his lips. Clearly a blind man.

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.

The simplest things in life are sometimes the hard thing to remember. DO YOU REMEMBER? Let's take a drive with Zonnique Street and Ky'mari McFord, two young adults from different backgrounds. She makes the best of life but he makes fun of life. With a family full of secrets and rules he finds fun in playing games and with her life filled with chaos she is guarded. They both add something to each other's life... Opposite Attracts.

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