𝘓𝘈-𝘛𝘈𝘕𝘐𝘈
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𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘕𝘌𝘟𝘛 𝘋𝘈𝘠
𝘛𝘜𝘌𝘚𝘋𝘈𝘠
Beverly Hills, St. Andrew
The Johnson's Abode
"Keep the door unlocked, please don't sex inah me house...when I'm home at least," His mom's cautionary words reached us as we ascended the stairs hand in hand.
Me still embarrassed from other day enuh.
His mom, with the phone pressed against her ear, exuded impatience as she shook her leg, signaling a sense of urgency or concern in the air.
"Okay."
Taking the initiative, I responded to her statement, filling the conversational void that KJ chose to leave unaddressed in that moment.
Cause him waah seggs me off.
No condom, no coochie. Word to Mrs. Johnson.
He wouldn't be getting it either way.
That's not what we came here for.
"Wait," Her words halted our progress, bringing us to a stop. "Where's Maliqua?"
I turned to KJ for him to answer since I didn't know.
"The driver she say ago pick her up. Class them
Never finish when me a cut," he said to his mom.
When we left it was about thirty minutes to two o clock.
Her brows furrowed. "Niko did say he was going to Mobay today, but alright."
Resuming our ascent, we continued the journey up the stairs, eventually reaching his room, where the atmosphere and dynamics would likely unfold in a new context.
Contrary to his mom's instruction, KJ chose to lock the door.
With a subtle shake of my head, I started the process of removing my shoes, adjusting to the nuances of the situation and settling into the familiar routine of entering his private space.
KJ sat our bags on the couch before disappearing into his closet, most likely to go change his clothes.
Reaching into my bag, I extracted my communication studies book and a pen, since I'd be writing the notes that he missed for him.
Yam out!
No, I was just being a good girlfriend.
Emerging from the closet, KJ was now clad in a white tank top and black gym shorts, signaling a shift to a more relaxed and comfortable setting.
"Nah change?" He asked me.
I shook my head. I didn't want to.
"Fawud," He called me over and then disappeared back into the closet.
Entering the closet behind him, I observed KJ rummaging through a drawer filled exclusively with white clothes.
He handed me a T-shirt, and I accepted it before starting to undress.
I was going to keep my bra on but he unclasped it him self and took it off.
'Cause him ago waah touch the titty them.
I know.
Titty man.
Slipping the T-shirt over my head, it cascaded down, settling under the tights I was wearing, creating a casual and comfortable ensemble in the relaxed setting of the room.
Leaving him in the closet, I returned to the room and sat back where I was before.
Hope KJ know say ah only this me a write for him.
Returning from the closet, he playfully scooped me up and threw me onto the bed.
Wah happen to Golliath.
Expressing annoyance, I pushed my bottom lip out."You play too much."
"You alone me play with," he answered, walking back to the sofa. "You should be honored."
Gweh.
"I'm not," I stretched my hand out. "Give me the book please."
Handing me my book, he took care to make sure the pen stayed in place.
"You took my book from my bag?" He asked, picking up his bag.
I shook my head, nonverbally saying no.
"Oh," a smirk formed on his face. "Cause yuh will blind and them thing deh."
"Why?" I asked, oblivious.
Shaking his head with a smile, he handed me his book.
Nuh know how him love smile so enuh.
Taking it from him, I laid flat on my stomach and opened it to a clean page.
I opened mine after and went to the notes from last Tuesday.
Time to start writing.
Noticing KJ comfortably seated, engrossed in his phone, I directed a glance his way.
"You a watch me fah?" He asked without looking up from his phone.
"You aren't going to write the other notes?" I asked him.
He raised a brow. "No."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to," he met my gaze. "Like a bare notes them give unuh out here fi write... cyaa bother with that."
Shaking my head in response, I returned to my writing, the room filled with a blend of activities and a sense of comfortable companionship.
"You're just lazy," I responded.
That's why him have you.
Who? Abuelo soon lock me up inside like Rapunzel.
Chro. You too unserious.
"Such is life," he shrugged in response.
Lazy.
Leaving the couch, he joined me on the bed, assuming a sitting position beside me.
I thought I was the clingy one.
Taking a break from the book, I shifted my attention to him.
"God forbid I die," I tilted my head while staring at him. "What would you do?"
"How yuh fi dead and me never authorize that?" He retorted with a smile.
"The lord ago authorize it," I picked up the pen once more, ready to continue writing. "And you ago lonely."
"Realize say yuh love chat fuc- " A look from me stopped him. He shook his head and continued. "Foolishness."
He knew not to say the expletive around me.
Good p-sy make boy have manners!
Dramatic much.
"See how yuh want change man and you nuh want man change you," he hissed his teeth.
"You curse too much, I don't want it to rub off on me," I said to him while I wrote.
"You a fi chip few bad word one and few time," he smiled.
"You alone," I mumbled.
We were in silence for a while and then I suddenly felt his hand beneath the shirt I was wearing, cupping one of my boobs in his palm.
Not today Satan.
"Them a hurt me enuh Maliqui," I said to him.
His response was a smile.
Nuh know how him one can smile so enuh.
Sometimes I wished I knew what he was thinking about.
His gaze remained fixed on the screen, fingers tapping out a message on his phone with practiced ease.
Meanwhile, the subtle movements of his other hand was squeezing my boob in his palm.
The familiar chime grabbed my attention, prompting me to unlock my phone.
With a swift swipe, I delved into the realm of Instagram, where a new notification awaited.
Curiosity etched across my face, I shot a perplexed look in his direction before deciding to open his chat.
His mention drew my attention, and as I tapped into the story, the screen unveiled the familiar image of us captured in yesterday's classroom.
See how him and gwaan like him did hate it.
I knew he didn't.
Since my back was turned it wasn't obvious that it was me and my handle wasn't obvious in the mention either.
Turning up the volume on my phone, I listened to the song that he used with the visual story.
'Deh pan a level and me searching fi more. Me likkle busy, if yaa go see mi, me nuh sure. Me love me yard me put me heart inah the road cyaa tell me say yuh love me cause me ago need yuh more. Need yuh more, me ago need yuh more. Me casa su casa ketch eh levels me amor.'
Ouuu, I liked that little Spanish part.
A smile playing on my lips, I embraced the moment and hit the repost button, sending our shared photo and its accompanying soundtrack to my own story.
He squeezed my boob, gaining my attention.
"Yea?" I asked him placing my phone down.
"Anuh my time now?" He asked me, placing his phone down too.
A subtle shake of my head conveyed my response to his question, a non-verbal disagreement.
"I'm busy writing for you," I pointed out the obvious.
His response echoed with a groan, a vocal expression of frustration or disappointment.
"Give the writing a break nuh," he made a suggestion to me.
"No, I have to go home by four thirty, stop trying to distract me," I waved him off.
Easing down onto the bed, he transitioned into a laying position beside me.
A furrowed brow marked my reaction as his head disappeared beneath the fabric of the shirt that I was wearing.
I hissed when he captured one of my swollen nipples in his mouth.
Titty man.
With a shake of my head, I chose to let him continue with his activities, even though the distraction lingered and tugged at my focus.
Me know you naah bother write no notes today.
And me ago write them enuh. Me ago write them.
A groan escaped me as he bit down into it, and instinctively, I grasped onto his chin, a physical response to the unexpected sensation.
"Stop," I warned him while looking down at him in with his head up under the shirt.
With a playful smile, he released his hold on one, only to move to the other, adding a layer of anticipation to the shared moment.
Suppose him mother come up here?
Aware of the risk, I hesitated, mindful of the possibility of being caught by his mom for a second time.
Me ago just sit back and enjoy the show.
Unable to resist any longer, I set the pen down, closed the book, and redirected my attention to the sensations he was eliciting, fully embracing the unfolding moment.
I thought we were standing on business.
We still standing on business, me foot just a hurt me, so a me affi sit down fi a little.
As the shirt was completely removed, my attention briefly darted towards the door.
A fleeting hope crossed my mind, wishing that the door was securely locked to shield the unfolding scene from any unwarranted interruptions.
Somebody fi just ketch unuh cause unuh too rude.
In a sudden turn of events, Maliqui flipped me onto my back, his mouth ascending to mine in a heated kiss that enveloped the moment with an intense and passionate connection.
Responding to the fervor of the moment, my hands found their place around his neck, reciprocating the kiss with equal intensity, creating a mutual exchange of shared desire.
Breaking the kiss, he pulled away as both of us gasped for breath.
A sudden realization prompted me to caution him that his mother was here at the house, injecting a note of prudence before the situation could escalate further.
"Your mother is here, we have to stop."
A smile graced his features before he spoke. "The rooms are soundproof here baby."
So what about the part where we just won't do it because of respect?
Out of respect, I wouldn't dare do anything knowing she was here.
And she literally told us not to.
KJ just unruly.
"That's not what I'm worried about," I said to him. "I know she is here so I wouldn't be comfortable doing anything."
In a tender gesture, he gave my lip a quick peck before handing back the shirt for me to put on.
Him nice when him ready.
All the time.
Once the shirt was over my head, his hand swiftly found its way beneath it, taking a hold of my boobs per usual.
"How am I going to continue writing like this?" I asked him since I was on my back.
"Lowe eh writing fi now and just wul medz," he said to me.
"Remember that I have to go home soon," I reminded him since it seemed like he forgot.
"I know." He found solace in the crook of my neck, he rested his head, creating a moment of quiet connection.
In a natural response, my hand found its place, wrapping around his waist, solidifying the closeness in a subtle, tactile connection.
His hand traced gentle caresses on my boob, and we lay in silence.
A silent concern whispered through my mind, hoping he wouldn't drift into sleep with the weight of his presence pressing onto me, mindful of the potential discomfort.
The creaking bedroom door interrupted the quietude, and our eyes instinctively shifted towards it, alert to the intrusion.
Jaidan's presence briefly interrupted the moment, but upon seeing our position, he silently closed the door without uttering a word-a tacit understanding of the need for privacy.
One JJ enuh.
As my hand gently caressed Maliqui's back, a soothing rhythm that mirrored the quiet lull of sleep, I gradually felt myself succumbing to the gentle embrace of slumber.
"Set an alarm before you go sleep," he said to me.
Reaching for my phone, I set an alarm, strategically timed to rouse me thirty minutes before the time I had to go home, ensuring I wouldn't oversleep and risk any complications.
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𝘔𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘘𝘜𝘈 "𝘔𝘠𝘒𝘈" 𝘑𝘖𝘏𝘕𝘚𝘖𝘕
𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘍𝘖𝘓𝘓𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘕𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛
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Engulfed in the glow of my phone's screen, I found myself entangled in a late-night text dispute with this boy.
The dim light cast shadows on my face, a visual reminder that these hours were meant for rest, not heated debates that fueled the restlessness within.
But I had to argue with him, I needed to get my point across.
Stop stress out the man.
Never.
Why were we arguing?
We were spending time together today because we hardly saw each other since my father came up. During our time together today, a female was calling down his phone and he refused to answer in front of me.
Frustration mounting, I couldn't contain my anger and demanded to be taken home.
However, the unresolved conflict festered, manifesting into a seven-hour-long argument conducted through the stark medium of text messages.
Me hate him and me ago block him if he continued to piss me off.
You had been saying that since you reached home.
I was seriously going to do it.
He was getting on my last nerves.
A hiss escaped my lips, a visceral reaction spurred by the intensity of the words in the last message he had sent.
Mr Mommy Issues🖤:
Nah argue with yuh Myka
Yuh toxic 😴
What did he mean by that when he had been arguing with me for the past seven hours?
Him rude.
With a loud exhale, I released the pent-up tension and proceeded to type a response, the tapping of keys echoing the conflicted emotions that lingered in the digital conversation.
Me:
You been doing that all day like a bitch ass 🥷
Have a good night!
I let out a hiss of exasperation after responding, unable to contain my emotions. In an impulsive act, I tossed my phone down, a physical manifestation of my momentary frustration.
It was almost midnight, it was best if I went to sleep, seeing that I had school the next day.
Choosing to maintain a sense of peace, I activated the "Do Not Disturb" mode on my phone, intentionally distancing myself from the anticipation of receiving a response.
I was too young to allow someone's son to stress me out.
That me know!
Bout him have girl a call down him phone.
Finna go to sleep.
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𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕 𝘈𝘕 𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘙
A harsh slap on my bottom jolted me awake from my slumber, frightening me.
I opened my eyes feeling irritated, and saw him standing over me.
A smile formed on my face and I sat up, wrapping my arms around his waist while resting my head on his chest.
Yuh bipolar?
"Let me go man," he hissed his teeth.
I giggled, not letting him go.
"How did you get in?" I looked up at him.
"How me normally get in?" his hands came down and wrapped around me.
"But Daddy is here," I mumbled.
Chubble di deh.
"Me know," he answered. "Any day eh man find out, every security a get it."
It wasn't even funny because it was true.
"Are you staying?" I asked him, tightening my hold on him.
Yuh always want the man stay.
Him supposed to.
Yuh father fi ketch unuh.
"Yah," he responded and my smile widened.
It was a norm for him to sleep here almost every night since we came down, except when were beefing.
He hadn't slept here since daddy came though.
Me say any day the man ketch unuh.
With a swift motion, he grasped my arm and effortlessly lifted me from the bed, bringing me to an upright stance.
"Where we ago?" I asked him, unwrapping my hands from his waist.
"The guest house," he answered, holding on to my hand and pulling me along.
"So because Daddy is here we are going and if he wasn't you would've slept in here, yuh fraid a him?" I teased him.
"Nuh fraid a him," he hissed his teeth. "Fraid a the consequences of getting caught."
Okay.
"Want eh man lock yuh way make me cyaa see you again?" He asked me.
"A kill him a go kill me," I joked.
At least you know.
We stepped out of the room and I locked my room door, it could only be opened by a passcode.
Silently, we tiptoed down the hallway, our hands intertwined, creating a hushed symphony of shared footsteps in the quiet of the night.
Unlike our home back in Cali, the guest house here was seamlessly attached to the main residence, blending architecture and creating a unified space for guests.
Despite being connected to the main house, the guest house had a separate entrance door, requiring us to step outside the main residence to access it.
My eyes widened as the sound of approaching footsteps reached us, heightening my senses and instilling a momentary sense of alertness.
Gone me gone me father.
With a firm grip on his hand, I swiftly guided him behind me towards the powder room.
Silently, I entered and closed the doors, creating a veil of secrecy in the dimly lit space.
"A who?" He whispered a question to me.
I shrugged and leaned my head against the door, attentively listening as the footsteps gradually faded away, allowing a sigh of relief to escape.
After a few tense minutes inside, we finally emerged and continued walking without pause until we reached inside the guesthouse.
Upon entering, he pushed me against the door, his lingering anger from our earlier phone argument still palpable in the charged atmosphere between us.
Mmcht.
"Who you a call bitch?" He asked me.
I responded with a subtle eye roll, a gesture expressing my impatience with the lingering tension.
"It's a mistake," I said to him, trying hard not to laugh when I realized what I said.
"Bare style thing yuh deh pan," he stared me down. "Tell you me ago start avoid yuh enuh."
A giggle fell from my lips. "We both know you aren't going to do that."
"Yuh soon see," he released his grip on me and I eased away from the door.
"You don't mean that, you've been saying it since forever," I wrapped my arms around his neck, seeking a connection that transcended the earlier tension.
Yuh know yuh affi get back pan the man good side.
That's cap.
"Nuh understand how you nuh want no girl talk to me, yet still yuh nuh want me," he shook his head.
I mean...
It's not that I didn't want him, I just didn't want a long distance relationship.
And maybe if me start take him serious, he would want things that I wasn't sure I was ready to offer.
It's complicated.
"It's girl math," I shrugged in response.
"You soon know," he gave me a look. "Maa go make yuh bawl before yuh go up, watch."
Is that a threat?
"You know say you can't play with me," I challenged him.
"Yuh waah bet?" He raised a brow.
"Bet," I agreed. "Cause you definitely tripping."
"Ahh."
Releasing my grip from around his neck, I shot him a pointed glare, silently conveying my dissatisfaction with his statement.
"See how yuh love vex," he hissed and walked away from me.
"That's because you enjoy getting on my nerves," I rolled my eyes and followed behind him, going to the room.
Upon reaching the room, I briskly pulled the covers off the neatly made bed, revealing a welcoming haven for the night ahead.
I should've brought my phone.
"See how you made me left my phone," I complained to him as he got in the bed beside me.
"You so miserable?" He asked, pulling me closer to him and securing his hand around my waist.
Choosing silence, I released a sigh.
"Hmm," He handed me his phone, offering it for my use, a gesture of shared convenience in the absence of my own device.
I smiled and accepted it, immediately navigating to TikTok, ready to immerse myself in the world of short, entertaining videos.
No wonder they said you were a walking meme.
A just the truth.
"Turn down the phone and nuh bother with the whole heap a noise a me head," he complained.
"You should be used to this by now," I said turning down the phone nonetheless.
He hummed in response and I began scrolling on his boring for you page.
Every video was either with cars, JJ's songs or something about trading.
Just boring.
Him nuh fraid me search him phone.
You wouldn't dare.
Oh, I would.
But me nuh waah live up to the 'beat man tales' that my cousins were always saying about me, so I won't search it.
Persisting in my scrolling, I remained unsuccessful in discovering videos that piqued my interest.
This is ghetto.
As I was about to close the phone after exiting TikTok, it unexpectedly began ringing, catching me off guard with the sudden intrusion.
A wah time now?
Who a call my man at these hours?
It's not your man, boo. Memba yuh nuh want him.
I know.
The incoming call, bearing the name "Renee" on the banner, sparked a moment of curiosity.
I nudged him with my elbow, subtly indicating that his phone was ringing, prompting him to address the incoming call from Renee.
"Somebody calling you," I said to him.
"Who?" In a sleepy tone, he inquired about the call, his voice carrying a hint of grogginess from the interruption.
"Somebody. Ion know," I responded, although I saw the name.
Disregarding the call, he pulled me closer to him, prioritizing our shared moment over the interruption, creating a sense of warmth and intimacy.
"Me a sleep."
Hear the crawsis boy.
A smile played on my face, and driven by curiosity, I took it upon myself to answer the call, eager to unravel the mystery of Renee's identity.
As I answered, her voice resonated through the phone, "Likkle bwoy."
A mischievous giggle escaped my lips. "He's sleeping."
She sounded taken aback when I spoke and she cleared her throat before speaking again. "Who dis?"
Why did she sound so ghetto?
"The person who he is currently sleeping beside, duh," I rolled my eyes. My voice laced with attitude.
"A the Myka girl this?" She asked unsure. "Nuh wonder him nah pay me no mind. Leave me man alone nuh!"
Not even a gun to my head couldn't get me to admit that somebody's son wasn't paying me any mind.
"Yuh want me leave him alone?" I giggled tauntingly.
Yuh fi buil enuh.
Never. Me too young fi take everything serious.
Yolo!
"Yes," she answered my question, sounding tired.
A joke thing!
Murdaa!
"Say please," I laughed boisterously, finding the situation extremely funny.
"What?" She seemed to be confused.
"Want me leave him alone? You have to say please first," I taunted.
"Like yuh sick inah yuh head," she hissed her teeth.
"A you a say yuh want me leave him alone enuh," I said to her. "But in order for me to do that you have to say please, simple."
"Girl me naah tell yuh no please fi leave him alone," she sounded angry.
I couldn't contain it and burst out laughing. "Yuh lucky."
"Yuh take this fi joke enuh. Me waah talk to him," she pleaded.
"No! Come offa him phone too. You will see him at school," I said, about to hang up.
"We nuh go a the same school. Waapm to yuh girl," I could tell she was frustrated.
"So what does that have to do with me?" I asked her. "Goodnight, no bars."
Ending the call, I placed the phone down, the room now filled with a lingering sense of laughter from the call with Renee.
"See how you a run me woman them and you doh want me," I heard him say.
I was surprised to hear him speak, realizing he had been quietly listening the amusing interaction with Renee.
Turning around on the bed, I nestled my head on his chest. "You're blind."
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Why Myka so Toxic like her parents?😭😩