Page 11 of He Snatched My Soul
“I want to fill you up with this dick, but you scared of a real nigga.”
“Only in your dreams would I let you touch me.” Before I could respond with a comeback, she put her AirPods into her ears and stared out the window.
I chuckled to myself. I couldn’t wait to explore that beautiful body again. This time, I’m going to make sure we both are sober.
Montego Bay, Jamaica
Four hours later, we landed in beautiful Montego Bay, Jamaica, and my body began to relax immediately. As I descended the jet’s steps, I instantly felt the warm embrace of the tropical air surrounding me like a warm blanket. An SUV was waiting for us, identical to the one that dropped us off at the airstrip back in Melville. The driver stepped out and assisted me into the backseat. Jamian helped get our bags off the jet and put them in the trunk.
The flight here wasn’t bad. I actually enjoyed it. Plus, I got to finish up a book that I had been writing for the past two months. The comfort from the nice-ass jet helped my words flow. Jamian got high, drank some Hennessy, and slept most of the flight. Surprisingly, he left me alone and didn’t talk much; he just did some work on his laptop. When he did sleep, I would take thattime and watch him. He was still as fine as the day I met him in the bar that night.
His complexion seemed to have gotten darker, to a deeper brown tone, like rich chocolate that matched perfectly with his light brown eyes. I noticed he grew his beard out, which gave him even more of a rugged look. I couldn’t deny that Jamian's arrogant ass was handsome if I wanted to. I like my men with a little edge and a tad bit cocky, and Jamian possessed both.
I rolled down the back window as we rode to the hotel. I used my phone to snap a couple of pictures of the beautiful scenery while inhaling the sweet scent of exotic flowers. The vibrant colors of the island came alive, from the lush greenery to the bright blue skies above. I couldn’t wait to experience all the adventures that awaited me.
“Damn, girl. You act like you've never been out of the country before,” Jamian said teasingly.
I looked over at him as he sat across from me, looking relaxed. His left arm was stretched out on the seat behind me, with his long legs spread apart. I was ready to say something slick to his ass but got lost in his handsome face instead. The crisp white V-neck T-shirt he wore molded to his physique, creating a visually appealing silhouette. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, and he knew it.
“Take a picture, baby. It’ll last longer…. or you could just have the real thing?” He winked.
The tent growing in his cargo shorts brought back memories from his mini porn video that left me so horny that I burned out my rose vibrator. My body began to get as hot as the sun outside, and when I felt my thong become moist, I was glad that we had pulled up to the hotel. If I didn’t get away from Jamian, a bitch might end up hopping on his big-ass dick and riding him into the sunset.
The driver came to a stop in front of the entrance of the hotel. He stepped out and opened my door. I quickly hopped my hot ass out like someone set fire to my ass. Tim, our driver, assisted me with my luggage. I went to reach for my duffel bag, but Jamian got to it before I could grab it. When our hands touched, I felt a magnetic shock, which made me quickly snatch my hand back. I looked up and saw Jamian wearing a smug grin. I wanted to smack it off his handsome face.
“Don’t fight it, baby. I could smell that sweet, wet pussy. You want me just as much as I want you,” he whispered in my ear. Goosebumps covered my body as I stood stunned at his bluntness.
“Kiss my ass!” I gave him the middle finger and snatched my duffle bag from his hand, pissed that I let him get to me. I could hear his cocky-ass laughing as I stormed towards the hotel entrance Frustrated, I stepped through the automatic glass doors with haste. I was happy to get away from Jamian. I didn’t know how much longer I could take being in his presence. I needed a shower and a stiff drink.
I strolled through the resort and was blown away by the vibrant colors, tropical decor, and warm, welcoming atmosphere. The lobby was filled with fake palm trees, marble floors, and a huge chandelier on the ceiling. I walked up to the check-in desk and was greeted by a beautiful woman with long locs, wearing a big smile.
“Hello. Welcome tuh Tranquil. Mi Amoy. Duh yuh ave a reservation?” she said in her thick, heavy accent.
“Yes, I do. I booked through your website under Modesty Blackwood.” I smiled, handing her my ID.
“Great. Wi get yuh check in.”
After taking my identification, she typed on her computer for a few seconds and handed me back my ID. A few more minutes passed when I noticed she had called over another gentleman,whose name tag read “Manager.” He took over on the computer before he addressed me with an expression I couldn’t read.
“Is there something wrong?” I frowned.
“Sorry, Ms. Blackwood, but we are all booked up. Where did you make your reservation?” he said apologetically.
“I made it through the hotel website. And what do you mean booked up? I got my email confirming my reservation.” I was beginning to get pissed.
“It looks here like you were sent another email stating that the hotel was overbooked. I’m sorry. We also sent you a free one-night stay, plus a voucher to our spa,” the manager said.
“How the hell is that supposed to help me?! And I didn’t receive any email of any consolation. If I did, you think I would be standing here?” I yelled.
Tim, who had helped me with my luggage, tried to calm me down, but I was pissed!
“Ma’am, mi get ow dis cud be upsetting, but dere nuttin wi cya do. it festival week here, suh all di hotels get book up pretty quickly round dis time. eff yuh like, wi cya put yuh pan di waiting list just inna case sum'ady cancels,” Amoy jumped in, trying to defuse the situation.
“How is that supposed to help me? I’m not even from here. Where am I supposed to stay?” They both looked at me like I just asked a foreign question. This shit couldn’t be happening. What the hell am I going to do? I started to go off on them, but I knew that wouldn’t do any good. I wasn’t trying to get arrested in Jamaica. A bitch was too fine for jail. I was definitely giving Tranquil a fucking one-star even though I didn’t get to stay in their fucking hotel.
Tim followed me back outside with my luggage and placed them back inside the truck while I climbed into the backseat, still pissed off. I slammed the truck door and grabbed my cell from my bag to look up another hotel.
“What the hell happened? Are you at the wrong hotel or something?” Jamian asked, confused.
