JADA (18+)

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Jada

The car ride to Vladimir's home was silent and semi-awkward. No words were uttered from either me or him.

Unlike our time at Devon House. It was fun. Vladimir was more talkative than usual and I found out that his favorite ice cream flavor was Vanilla.

My second favorite. Stout always.

I liked the side of Vladimir that I saw today. He's not that much of a bitch AT TIMES.

But, he is fun to be around.

Which reminds me...I want to ask him if he feels anything for me. You can't blame me...Who buys someone flowers, acts the way he acts...like, OVERALL. His just being himself makes me want to ask.

What if there's a motive behind all this..he was once my kidnapper.

I turned my head in his direction admiring his features that became illuminated in the darkness due to the headlights of cars.

His sharp jawline, biceps, his hands that gripped the steering wheel, his driving figure.

He was completely oblivious to me gawking at him as his gaze was steadied on the road ahead of us.

I wonder if he'd like Roadhead...

Just a thought...

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A satisfying gush of warmth hit me after walking into Vladimir's house.

Fuck that, his mansion.

"It's..nice...I like it " I uttered turning to face Vladimir who had a small smile cracked on his lips.

Why him lip dem suh pretty bro??

His lips are so nice.

"Oh...thank you " he whispered with glowing pink cheeks.

Mi neva seh nthn...

I sighed walking further into his house to find a place to sit.

Mi nuh know how me love sidung suh

I spotted a beige sofa that looked comfortable. Once near it, I took a seat and Vladimir followed suit.

"Did you enjoy your evening?"

"Mhmm, did you?"

"I did. What about your evening did you enjoy?"

"The flowers and the ice cream. Thank you." I answered with a semi-wide smile.

He returned the smile with a playful nod.

"Well, what now?"

He only shrugged.

"Why don't we get to know each other or Why don't I get to know you? Since you know everything about me"

I softly ranted to which he chuckled.

"What makes you think I know everything about you?"

Where the fuck do I even start?

"Well, let's not forget that you weren't invited to my mom's house neither did I tell you I was going to be there, how do you even know her last name? I would've to remember telling you. How do you even know my favorite color is gray? Yuh memory shallow? Yuh figet seh a you kidnap mi?"

"It's not hard to tell"

"What's not hard to tell?"

"Your bedsheets are gray, your phone case is gray, the items used frequently in your home are gray, you have multiple gray blouses, your key chain is gray, you do have multiple gray stuffed animals, you have dresses that are gray, you have a gray background on your phone, your chairs are gray-"