Page 17 of He Snatched My Soul

“Since yesterday. I told him I needed some space.”

“Girl, y’all been here before. If I can be frank, Ryan is not the man for you. And that’s no hating shit. I want to see you happy,Mod, and Ryan does not make you happy. He’s safe, but not every nigga is Greg.”

What Jayla said was true, and I knew it. After my ex cheated on me, I’ve been scared to get into serious dating again. Then I met Ryan, who treated me well but is the opposite of what I was used to.

“Jay, let me go. I need to start getting ready. I’ll call you when I get back to the villa. Love you, friend.” I didn’t want to talk about my past. I knew that’s where this conversation would end up.

“Love you more. And I’m sorry if I offended you, boo. I just want you to be happy, and Ryan is not contributing to that. I’ll talk to you later.”

Once I hung up the phone with Jayla, I did my skincare and brushed my teeth before hopping in the shower. I closed my eyes and held my head under the spraying shower head. I let the water run down my body as my mind wandered to Jamian. Even though I had my selfish reasons for letting him do what he did, and then left him hanging, it didn't make the situation right. I wanted to get back at him for ducking out on me after he fucked me into a coma. Then, to run into each other three years later, and he acted like he didn’t know me. That put me in my feelings because, although we both used each other for sexual pleasure, he could have at least had the decency to face me the next day.

The only reason I let him get between my legs is because I wanted to hurt my ex at the time. I thought sleeping with another man would make me feel better. It didn’t. It only gave me a few hours of pleasure in place of the hurt. The next day when I got back home, Greg had packed up all his shit. Nothing was left behind besides some old clothes and a “Dear Modesty” letter taped to my fridge. Could you believe that? Not only did this nigga cheat on me with my best friend, but he also couldn’teven be man enough to break up with me face to face. The audacity!

The first few months, I was depressed, hurt even. More so because of the fact that the two people that I would have never thought would cross me did. But in the end, I got the last laugh. I found out two years later that Brenda, my so-called best friend, cheated and had a baby on Greg. She left his ass for her second baby daddy, some rapper from Philly, and took the baby and moved to Chicago.

See, you don’t have to wish badly on the people that hurt you. Karma gets them one way or another.

Twenty minutes later, I was stepping out of the shower. With a plush towel wrapped around my body, I walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed to moisturize my body. Afterwards, I slipped on my bra and panties before blow-drying my hair. I knew what I wanted to wear, so it didn't take me long to get dressed. Admiring my reflection in the mirror behind the door, I smiled, pleased with my attire. I chose a simple white off-the-shoulder romper with my YSL Cassandra slides. I pulled my hair into a messy bun because I didn't want my hair on my neck in this heat. I sprayed on some Poison Girl by Dior, grabbed my YSL wristlet, and headed downstairs.

I headed into the kitchen to grab a banana and a water bottle since I wasn’t hungry at the moment. I’d made a mental note to hit up this Caribbean restaurant next to the hotel for lunch. When I entered the kitchen, Jamian was standing at the stove. The white linen shorts he had on hung loosely against his frame, and he was shirtless. I stood still with my bottom lip tucked between my teeth as I admired the way the muscles in his back flexed as he stirred something in a frying pan. Once again, my body began to betray as it did whenever I was in his presence. My eyes crept down his back, admiring the beautiful artwork that littered his smooth, chocolate skin.

“You just can’t keep your eyes off a nigga, can you?” He turned around and caught me staring. The cocky smirk he wore on his handsome face made my pussy thump in my thong like a drum. Not to mention his dick print couldn’t be missed. It was soft, and that muthafucka still looked huge.

“Negro, please. You ain’t all that.” I smacked my lips.

“Yeah, that ain’t what those eyes were saying. You looking at me like you trying to get fucked. You owe me anyway for leaving a nigga hanging, shorty.”

“Ha! I don’t owe you shit.” I laughed. “You should have gotten the pussy before you stuck your face in it.” I shrugged my shoulders as I peeled the banana before taking a huge bite.

“Damn, you gonna swallow this dick like that?” He gripped his crotch area.

I pursed my lips and spoke. “If I remember correctly, I did. Had you moaning and calling my name.”

“That’s cold. I had to jerk my dick last night so a nigga wouldn’t get blue balls. But just a heads up. I’ma get you back, though. And when I do,” he paused, pressing his hard body against my chest as he leaned in next to my ear. “You’re gonna be begging me to fuck that juicy-ass pussy.”

My breath got caught in my throat as my nipples stiffened from having him so close to me. My eyes slammed shut when I felt his soft lips on my neck and flashes of his tall, strong body hovering above me as he plunged his huge member deep into my core flooded my brain. My body began to feel hot. I wanted to say, “fuck it,” and just let him have his way with me, but I didn’t want to give in to him. My breathing became labored as my gaze fell on his rock-hard chest to the platinum, iced-out Cuban link chain that hung from his neck. It lay between my cleavage. I was hoping the coolness would cool my hot ass down, but it didn’t.

Jamian laid a gentle kiss on my neck before he backed away, leaving me slightly panting, ready to make my thoughts becomereality, but I wouldn’t dare tell him that. Not uttering another word, I left the kitchen. I damn near ran up to my room. I had to freshen up and change my panties because they were soaked. What was it about Jamian that made me hot and bothered every time I was in his presence? I never had a man make me feel this way. And I wasn’t feeling that. He had control over my body without even penetrating me.

“Ughhh! What the hell is wrong with me?” I said to myself as I changed out of my panties and put on a clean thong.

Once I was done freshening up, I returned to the kitchen to get my water. Jamian was standing by the door, waiting for me. He had stated yesterday that he had requested a driver to take us to the hotel. The whole ride there, I didn’t speak a word to him. After our encounter in the kitchen, I made a promise to myself not to talk to him unless it was about work. That didn’t stop me from sneaking a glance his way every few minutes. The white linen short set he wore fit his physique perfectly. I loved the way the shorts hung low off his ass, showing the top of his Versace boxers. He left his shirt open, teasing me with his hard chest that glistened with body oil, bringing his tattoos to life. My hands were itching to take my tall coffin nails and rake them across it as I rode his…

The driver pulled up to the hotel, cutting into my dirty thoughts, and I was in astonishment of the tall building. It was bigger than the one in Melville, stopping at twenty-three floors. The sleek architecture and massive glass windows reflected from the sunlight. It was surrounded by palm trees and beautiful green grass that sprouted a few tropical flowers. The sidewalks were filled with tourists exploring the shops, restaurants, and attractions nearby. It's a vibrant and exciting experience that truly captures the spirit of Jamaica, and I love it! I couldn’t wait to see the place at night when the lights lit up all over the resort.

When we stepped into the main entrance, the first thing that hit us was the dazzling lights and the sound of slot machines chiming— rows of slot machines and Poker tables. I could already picture the place filled with people trying their luck and having a grand time. The atmosphere would be electric, and I couldn’t wait to hear the clinking of chips and the cheers of winners. It will be a thrilling experience that immerses you in the world of gambling and entertainment.

“This is dope. I have only been to the Melville location.”

“Yes. I can’t wait to see the lower level and how they set up for the pre-grand opening. Oh, and I meant to tell you. The theme is intimate, slash, masquerade. Lingerie and a mask are a must.”

“I can dig it.” Jamian nodded his approval.

We did our rounds, introducing ourselves to the employees and the contractors before ending our tour at the main desk so Jamian could input all the information into the system. Two hours into setting everything up, some fine-ass chocolate man with long locs stepped up to the desk. His dark eyes were on me, drinking me in just as I did him. This man was fine, with muscles for days.

“Can I help you, bruh?” Jamian’s deep voice interrupted our stare down.

“Mi Winsome, di head contractor. Mi inform by one of mi workas dat a Ms. Blackwood wa tuh si me.” He licked his lips.

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