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“Boyfriend problems?” a voice asks from the dark.
He steps closer and I get to observe his face. He isn’t familiar. “Why you eavesdropping?” I ask angrily.
“I wasn’t,” he shrugs. “Saw you crying... a man always make unuh cry enuh.” I hiss and look away.
“I am Bux,” he says holding his hand out.
“Oh... hi,” I say, uninterested. He chuckles.
“Yuh wah nothing fi drink?” he asks and I shake my head no.
“Fi yuh drug me?” I snap.
“Yuh love fi judge people,” he accuses and I roll my eyes. Him cyaa’ move?
“Why you talking to me?”
“Because mi see seh you need someone to talk to,” he retorts.
“Actually, I have someone to talk to and he’s not very far away,” I glimpse at Gavin.
“Ohh, you no need no company?” he continues. What a man determine.
“Mi good, mi nuh need your company.”
“Ah, since yuh seh you good, mek mi lef you alone,” he hisses. Him lucky if him wah vex.
10. BESITO
Zara
“Baby where you going?” Talia ask as I roll off the bed. I ignore her, open the sliding glass door and step out onto the balcony. The cold breeze hits me hard as I take in the view of Kingston from the hills. I grip the rails as I lean forward.
“Huh...” her voice sounds like a moan against the duvet cover.
“Just want some fresh air,” I mutter, but really mi cyaa’ get Sara out o’ mi head.
The women I have sex with are just around to fulfill my sexual needs. No label, No link, No attachment, just pleasure. I barely even remember their names. This is definitely what Alkaline meant, because all I need is some company. After that, I’m good.
Talia is the closest thing I have to a girlfriend, and I still don’t want her checking for me. The only thing I ask of her is to keep it exclusively mine, and doh give it weh. Man selfish and mi only want it fimi self, even when I barely commit to the relationship.
I’m still exploring. I don’t even know why I do, but there must be a reason which God hasn’t revealed to me as yet.
I live alone, but she’s here when I need to see her—far away from trouble. My life is dangerous. So, it’s best to chill and catch a vibe with her here. I wouldn’t want anyone to know that she’s my weakness—somewhat. Spanish Town is my hometown. That’s where I’m usually at. Here in Beverly Hills, I get to temporarily escape and reset.
The fact that even now, after giving Talia the best sex of her lifefor the—hundredth time, I still can’t get Sara out of my head. A wonder if a really her name dat or she just a tell mi dat. Mi know females like give out fake name enuh.
I shake my head, staring down at nothing in particular. Mi even cum in har. Much faster than I usually would at that. All because of a single thought of a ooman yuh barely know. Dis serious dawg.
I was really thinking that maybe I liked Talia differently— or love, if it reach desso. Wouldn’t know still, cause mi nuh know nutt’n bout dat. Just drugs... girls are drugs...
Talia hugs me from behind and pecks my neck on her tip toes. I suck in a breath, staring fixedly at the city before me. Her strawberry aroma envelops us.
“Mi amor,” she starts massaging my shoulders.
“Dame beso.”
I turn to kiss her. She’s smiling seductively, partially covered in a sheer robe which she leaves open to flaunt her tempting, almost nude, body. So of course I reach for one of her full breasts that’s struggling to stay inside the flimsy bralette she’s wearing. That’s what she wants, right? An idea seems to come to her. Her eyes has that familiar glint, that I’ve gotten to know so well.
