Mature audiences only......if you aren't *shrugs
EVERYTHING IN THIS BOOK IS PURLEY FICTION!
ALL PICTURES USED IN THE MAKING OF THE BOOK ARE NOT MINE!!
FULL CREDIT TO THE OWNERS
"Come here."
Mi know exactly wah guh happen if mi guh
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Vladimir and I haven't been on the best terms ever since I saw that side of him.
We haven't been arguing or anything but, we've been verbally interacting less, and the tension is just not it.
Not to mention he has been sleeping in one of the guest rooms ever since.
"I just don't how it got to this point Mommy " I spoke my eyes not daring to look at her through the camera of my phone.
"Just give him time Jada. Mek him heal likkle."
Why didn't Vladimir tell me about his past before our relationship? Now shit's going west.
Mcheww.
"How long is that gonna take?"
"Once love is there no matter how long it does you both will find a way to still be with each other. Weh him deh now?"
I opened my mouth to answer but paused.
"Work." It wasn't entirely a lie.
"Oh, alright mi baby mi ago look likkle breakfast now."
My eyes furrowed it's like 1 PM now.
"Oh, what's the time in Jamaica now?"
"After 5"
Oh.
My mom and I said our goodbyes before I headed downstairs to get something cool to drink.
Mi feel hungryish but mi nuh want nutn fi eat at least, weh mi want fi eat nuh deh here.
I'm no big back guyzzz.
I stopped in my tracks on my way down the flight of stairs as the stranger's blue eyes and mine made four.
He dressed, formally, in his black suit that squeezed his muscular body well, his tan skin tone and neat beard, along with his well-groomed jet-black hair that matched his shiny black shoes.
Them ppl nuh know weh name lock and grill? Maybe it's the security that keeps letting them in.
I continued my way downstairs and he continued his way into the living room.
"Why are you here?"
"Where's Vladimir?"
"Answer my question first."
His eyes roamed my body not in a lustful way but as if he was checking...me.
"You don't look like a slut"
For once! For fucking once! Yes!
"Why're you here?"
"To see Vladimir. Where is Vladimir?" He inquired. His accent sounded different.
"He's out."
"Well when he gets back tell him his friend was here" he replied leaving his spot on the sofa.
