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Amari's Point of view

Upon Taking the most relaxing bath of my life, I assisted my jem and wrapped she and I in towels.

I felt so refreshed; As  soft as a cotton.

My skin felt and smelled so good that I didn't put any lotion on. Whoever made that shower gell did their best.

I found a  new deodorant and I used it then, blow dry my hair and let it fell curly over my shoulders.

I took pictures with Paris and then lift her to my arms. I followed his directions and entered a bedroom. On my way to the room I could smell a delicious aroma and my belly cried.

"Mhmm," Paris sniffed.

"What if a duppy a cook yuh a seh

mhmm?"

She grins at me and runs a finger through my hair.

"Ain't no duppy, mom, it's Romano."

"You should say Sir Romano."

"He said I can call  him that," She sticked her tongue out at me and I smiled.

I've never had an experience where my daughter meets another man and likes them so much, though I never had much opportunity for that to happen nor any reasons to.

When I entered the room; two rooms away from the bathroom as he said. I was greated with a guest room. It's so uniquely rich. It's a white and gray room; completely different from the black aesthetic I saw in the hall.

It's beautiful.

A nightgown set was wrapped into it's content. Next to it was a neatly fold black cloth.

I place Paris down who grabs up a pajama set.

Removing the black cloth open I was met with his scent. It was cleaned and perfumed.

His shirt

"Mommy? Could you open this for me?" She asked. She stretches her hands up and I took the package from her.

I opened it to see just her size.

He knows my daughter's size! He bought things for my daughter, he leaves my daughter out!

"Stay and change," I pointed at Paris. I took up the T-shirt along with my thoughts and head to the bathroom.

I needed privacy and my alone time.

As I access my emotions. I couldn't help but remembered how deep that kiss was.

He gave me a choice and I feel It's safe to use to the greenlight and wear his shirt.

I removed the towel replacing it with the shirt. My nipples harden as I leaned myself to the side and stare at the person staring back.

I looked Alive.

I feel alive

Parting my hair to the side I then, leave and head down the stairs.

Trailing my hands down the railings I walked downstairs and entered the hall.

Loud country music could be heard coming from a close door and I entered it to see the most sexy man I've ever come across. He wore a long white shirt that he rolled up to his ankles, and he was dancing. A bottle of wine was in his free hand while the other held a spatula.

What a sight to behold!

Closing the door behind me, I looked around. The kitchen had a small bar to the side. Ranges of Achcolol was on the side. Six stools were lined across in all black.

"I can feel your eyes on me, Prinicesspa," He steer something in a pot. The muscles moved in his back and it pulled me closer.

Holding on the middle counter I leaned and tipped on my toes.

He turned the music down and camed towards me. Two buttons were opened and I could see and imagined the rest of his chest. The veins on his hands and his fingers, begged for me to touch them.

He's everything I ever wanted in a man.

My heart raced my in chest in excitement. His eyes never leaving my body.

"Who are you?" I whispered. My back pressed against the counter and he leans in on me.

"The man of your dreams."

He could never be more right.

I could feel the member of his pants pressing against my thigh.

Hard and stiff

With his tounge, flicking at my ear, he whispered,"You like something I could eat."

Needing a distraction, I asked, "What's for dinner?"

He plants wet kisses on my neck, and I held my voice in as not to sound desperate.

How can his lips causes such fire?

"Pasta Aglio e Olio. It’s a simple yet flavorful Italian pasta dish made with garlic-(Kiss)- olive oil (kiss)  and red pepper flakes(Kiss), barbequed chicken with Mr Romano on the side."

"Take a shower with me," He whispers in my ears.

Shoving softly at his arms, "I can't."

"My daughter is here," I added quickly.

He turns and switches the stove off. "I know."

"Then why do you think that's wise?"

He backed me unto the counter, each steps he takes causes me to step back, until the edge of the counter presses unto me, "Because I want to fuck you in every corner, on every furniture. I want  you with your legs open wide. I want to see that pussy soaked just the way I like it."

"You are an ass."

His lips went between his teeth and I step aside from him and watches him laugh. He knows what he's doing. He took up the wine bottle and took a  sip with his eyes on my chest.

"Dinner will be ready in five. Get your daughter to the dining room. To the left."

Unable to use my voice, due to me being almost breathless, I nodded my head and open the door and ran from the kitchen.

How long will I be able to run for?

I want him to sink inside me so bad that tears pricked my eyes. It's hilarious.

Mi really a bwal fi hood

"Paris!" I called.

"Mommy?" She peeps her head out, with power all over her face.

What the hell?

"Where did you get powder?" Looking up at her small head through the opening. I rushed to the stairs and grabbed her forcefully towards the bathroom.

"Yuh see seh Dominic a idiot though? Caz why mi just left yuh alone when yuh irresponsible. Come on man."

"But mommy -"

"Don't, wash your face now and-"

"Mommy, I didn't use a lot of it," she frowned and I roughly turned on the pipe.

"It's not your yours, its not yours, don't touch what's not yours. Don't, do not go to a person's house and used anything you weren't giving permission for!" I snapped.

Yuh know seh dah little girl yah ago embarrassed mi to mi grave

"But mommy -"

"Are you deaf? Yuh deaf likkle gyal? Do I need to Repeat myself Paris Renard?"

She bowed her head and wiped at the tears that was forming. A knot formed in my throat and I realized how harsh I was.

I sighed and assist her into washing her face.

My bitterness was surfacing and I need to control it. I can't have my baby feeling as if am against her. I may be against the dad by not against the child.

"Paris?"

She looks up at me with her puppy eyes and I lift her.

"Am sorry okay? Just don't, if you even touch something please ask and don't use a lot. Okay?"

"Okay. Am sorry too, is just that I always used stuff at Aunty Zendi's and she never said anything."

Wiping away her tears, I pecked her cheeks.

Tell yuh seh Zendi a spoil mi pickney to much ino

"It's fine. This is man, someone that's new in your life and when you meet new people, you want them to see the best version of you."

"Okay."

"Smile for mommy."

She smiled and puts her tiny arms around me.

Upon arriving at the dining table, it looks like something out of a movie.

The table was set and Dominic was standing at the head of it.

"Is she okay?" He asked.

"She used your powder am so-"

"It's fine. It's Stella's am sure Stella wouldn't mind."

"I'll get it back, I just-"

He steps around me us and standing next to me, he pats Paris softly on the back, "Amari? It's fine. It's just powder. Do I look like the type to use powder?"

"You don't look like the type to be this nice," I mumbled.

"Have a seat, I'll take a shower. A quick one. "

He was half way around the corner when she asked, "Can I start eating Romano?"

I quickly answered, "No, you will-"

"If she wants to eat, let her eat. You can wait, but let eat."

Hell no

He been too nice

Mafia's ain't Nice

"Are you tryna win my daughter over or something? Cause hell no."

"Don't eat Paris, starve. I don't want you touching my plates, remove your hands from my table," He glared and my heart thump.

Paris laughed and I relax.

"He doesn't mean it, I will eat, thank you, bye," with a wave of the hand Paris then lifts the cover and was met with Pasta Aglio e Olio. "What's this?"

"It's an Italian dish, am sure you'll like it, but don't you wanna wait until he's back first?"

One hour later

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"That was the best barbeque I've had, it was delicious."

"The pineapple juice was nice," I offered and he nodded at me.

"Thank you, for your patience," He said.

Dominic sat across the table and stretched. His muscle moves and I crossed my legs. He wore a white Marina and sweat pants. When he stand I can see the outline of his dick.

How Dem seh white man nuh have no

Hood?

He makes causal clothes looks extraordinary.

Paris and him sat next to each other, making me alone on my side.

She has been chatting his ears off, it didn't matter how much time I told her to remember her table manners.

He didn't mind. The way he smiled at her and laughed at her made me realize that he haven't shared any of that joy with me.

Whenever we were alone, there isn't enough time to laugh due to our sexual energy and am sure am not the the you one who feels it.

He wants to fuck me, he had said and my body knows!

"Where did you learn to cook like this?"

"My mom was a good cook before she died and I learned from my sister who's very interested in a other cultures."

Sad

I can't bare the thought of my mother dying.

"How old were you when you mother died? It's okay if you don't want to talk about it."

"Seventeen."

"How old are you now?"

"Twenty-nine."

"Is twenty-nine an old number, mom?"

"No, darling. You don't look like your age."

"How old do I look?"

"I would rather not say."

He looked old enough enough to fuck me in every one of my holes

Old enough to make me kneel and beg him please

Oh my mind

My cheeks heatend and he grins.

"I have a movie room would you guys like watch something?"

"Yes!" Paris pumps her greasy hands in The air," Please, pretty please? I promise I'll sleep early."

She always stays up late and ends up not getting enough sleep for school morning.

I stood and started aligning the plates, Paris saw what I was doing and jumes from the chair. She grabs the knifes and forks and places them on a empty plate In the tray, "I guess we could use an hour, one hour Paris. Yuh nah come ina di man place come embrass me wid no loud noise."

"She can be as loud as she wants. Let her live."

I was shocked to the bone that he understood what I said.

I paused and looked at him standing form the seat, "A when since yuh know potwa?"

"Mi- I am learning, licckle bit," his face forms in a cringe.

"He sounds funny, mom," Paris laughs.

I laughed at him and the embarrassment makes him looks so cute.

Nuh mek him hear yuh seh dat though

"This culture wasn't created for me, unfortunately, I have to continue to trying."

"Why? It's not like you'll be living her."

Realization dawns on me.

"I would bring you to the end of world if only you'd ask."

I glanced at Paris who was too excited for a movie to see the shift in the air.

She was too busy gathering the remaining plates.

I was frowning.

Here I am caught up to a man, that doesn't live in Jamaica. How Will I leave my child behind? Wouldn't Cals want his daughter?

He seems to read my mind, because he came around the table and stood next to me. He squeezes my hand in his.

I got lost in his eyes when he said,"Everything takes time, Cara mia. If you could just gather your courage and take a look at the file then you'll see, you are not alone in this. I got you," Cara mia - (My dear)

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Thoughts?- A push mi push through with this chapter I need the drama to start run in so mi can finally settle it

I had planned on picking up on Zendi's Pov, I switched my plan and ended sawing my Brain to produce something else. I ended up  this 🤌 I could have done better but it can gwaan, it nuh dat bad. Mi neva wah jump off a di story and then mi cah go find it back, caz a few chapters got scattered over the place.( I don't know how) And then I had to fix them back. I realized It had happened again so Amma have to fix it whenever am connected to Internet.

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