Page 13 of He Snatched My Soul
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I had to calm myself down before I said some shit that I couldn’t take back. “Ryan, I don’t think this is going to work. Maybe we need some space.”
“What do you mean, we need space? Stop being dramatic, Modesty. I know we have been on and off in our relationship, but my mother thinks it’s time that we make a commitment.”
“Since your mother knows so much, go fuck her then.”
I couldn’t hang up on Ryan's ass fast enough. How dare he think telling me what his damn mama thinks we should do in our relationship was going to make shit better? I’m over him and his nosy-ass mama. Pushing the phone call to the back of my mind, I called my bestie on FaceTime, and she picked up immediately.
“A bitch gets to Jamaica and forgets about her best friend.” Jayla playfully pouted.
“Oh, please. I landed not even two hours ago.” I cackled at her dramatic ass.
“Whatever. I’m just jealous that you are there, and I’m… wait! Where are you? That doesn’t look like the hotel room that you booked. Bitch, is that a gold ceiling fan?!” she shrieked in excitement.
“I’m not at the hotel. There was a mix-up with my reservation. I… Um… I’m staying at a villa,” I spoke nervously. I knew once my bestie found out that I was staying with Jamian, she’d make a big deal out of it.
“I see you frannn! I’ma need you to hook me up with a job with you. You get to take trips to the Caribbean and shit. I want to work and vacation at the same time, too! I’ll be on the beach errday, with some type of licca, girl.” She snapped her fingers and rolled her neck.
“I plan on doing some fun excursions in my free time. But right now, I’m focusing on why I’m here, and that’s work.”
Before Jayla could respond, there was a knock on the door. I was ready to tell her I’d call her back when another knock came, and Jamian walked in. He was wearing a pair of Burberry swimming shorts and shirtless.
“My bad. When you didn’t answer, I got a little worried.”
I heard him, but my eyes were fixated on the visible print in his shorts until I heard Jayla's loud-ass voice calling out to me. I forgot that she was on FaceTime. Shit!
“Modesty! Ohhh, bitch! Is that Jamian? Heyyyy, Jamiannnn! Bitch, you better-”
“Jayla, let me call you back.” I quickly hung up on my friend before she finished her last sentence. I didn’t know what she was about to say. But if I had to guess, I bet it was something along the line of “you better let that man fuck you, bitch.”
“I just came to see if you wanted to get out of the crib with me?”
“Uh, no. You go ahead. I’m just going to stay in and maybe take a swim in the pool after I go over some paperwork. Thanks for asking, though,” I said, clearing my throat a little.
“Stop acting all stuck up and antisocial. We don’t have to be at the hotel until tomorrow. Come chill with a nigga. It’s just the beach, shorty.” Jamian spoke like he was a little annoyed.
“For one, I’m not either of those things. Thank you very much! Your problem is that you’re just not used to being turned down by a female.” I snaked my neck. I knew I was being a littledramatic, but I was trying to keep my distance from him as much as possible.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Whatever, shorty. I’m out.” He turned to leave, pulling the door closed as he walked out.
I fell back on the bed, releasing air from my lungs. I don’t know why, but what Jamian said made me feel some type of way. I never thought of myself as stuck up or antisocial. The reason I declined his offer is because I didn’t want him to take this trip as something that it’s not. We were here to do a job, and that’s it. Yes, I plan on doing some exploring with a little excursion in between work, but I planned on doing those things by myself. Not with Jamian. We aren’t friends. This trip is for business only.
It was late afternoon, and the beach was popping. There were beautiful women everywhere, and I was on the hunt for some island pussy that I could take back to the crib with me. In the long stretch of the beach, there were two pop-up bars. I stopped and got myself two cold beers. I guzzled the first one down because it was hotter than a hooker on the stroll in the summer out this bitch, and I had already begun to sweat in this heat. I found an empty cabana so I could sit and roll a blunt to get my head right.
I sat in my cabana, bopping my head to the music playing from the small speaker overhead. Suddenly, a fine-ass chocolate bitch with long locs, thick hips, and a fat ass came and sat in the empty lounge chair next to me. Shorty had on a thong bikini that looked to be a size too small, and it showed every fucking curve her mama gave her.
“Dis seat taken, handsome?” she spoke in a heavy Jamaican accent.
“Nah, shorty. You good.” I licked my lips, smiling to show off my diamond grills.
“Oh, mi luv yuh accent. Whe yuh cum from?” She lustfully sized me up.
“I’m from Melville, NY. Are you from here?”
“Yes, baan a raise. Mi name is Cherry.” She licked her juicy, glossed lips.
“Hm, Cherry. I’m Bless. So, are you as sweet as cherries?” I flirted.
“Ongle one way tuh find out.” She smiled.
