Nivea's POV:
I lowered my head in embarrassment as Azriel laughed at my dilemma.
Look! Mi shame! Shame a kill mi!
"Yuh good?" He asked trying to stifle his laughter.
I rolled my eyes but nodded my head 'yes'.
A few minutes later Daniel came back with our appetizers which was cream of pumpkin soup.
Halfway through my bowl I looked up to see that Azriel hadn't even touched his.
"You nah eat?" I asked patting my lips with the napkin provided for us.
"Mi nuh eat dat." He said staring at me with a slight look in his eyes.
I stared at him confused.
But di soup taste good.
"You don't eat pumpkin?" I asked.
He shook his head no.
Oh.
I finished my serving of soup and we moved on to our main dish which consisted of jerked pork chops with a side of mashed potatoes. We also received a glass of wine.
As soon as the food touched the table I dove in.
Beliaz.
And? What about it?
We both ate and made small talk here and there.
"So how you suh fortunate fi own three business by the age of nineteen?" I asked.
By now we had already finished our food and were both conversing while waiting for dessert.
He shrugged his shoulders.
"I just did." He said nonchalantly.
I stared at him trying to analyze him.
Wonder if him a scammer.
"Are you a scammer?" I asked.
He laughed.
Like if him could a drop a grung an laugh him would a dweet.
"Nothing like that." He replied.
I nodded my head in acknowledgement.
"So is there anything else I should know about Azriel Smith?" I asked taking a sip of my wine.
I licked my lips and his eyes followed the motion.
"Well I have a son." He said.
Oh? We can play the stepmommy role enuh.
Girl who is we?
"Oh." I said looking down at my wine glass like it was the most interesting thing mi eva see.
"Why dat sound suh?" He questioned.
"It's just that if we were to pursue a relationship there is the possibility of baby mama drama and the probability that your child would not feel welcoming of me." I stated while staring in his eyes.
Supm bout him eyes.
He chuckled.
"Nivea, if we deh an even a strand a hair pon smaddy head offend yuh mi duppy dat. If dem talk inna one tone yuh nuh like, mi duppy dat. All if a piece a breeze blow past yuh and yuh nuh like it, mi murder it rass. I'm very protective of what's mine."
He said, his face sporting a look of seriousness.
Draws wet up yah now.
Why yuh nuh gwan bout yuh business?
"Another thing." He began.
