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THE QUARREL
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───── ⋆⋅Chayanne⋅⋆ ─────

Favio disappear the wul evening but mi actually never mind it. I like Dianne's company. She only know mi fi few hours and already treat me like a daughter.

She did seh mi can mek miself comfortable while she cook but mi insist fi help her, fi pass time. Mi help her cook rice and peas, fried chicken, mixed vegetables and chilled potato salad. She commend me seh mi really know mi way around the kitchen, cause most girls nuh know fi cook these days (her words, not mine).

Mi just smile and tell ar thanks. Ina mi head all mi cuda think a yes, maa good woman cause me wudn feed yu son pussy alone.

"I'm going to get Favi," mi tell her.

"Okay," Dianne nod.

Mi walk through the house and nearly get lost three times. Eventually, mi find him room pon e third floor. Mi thank God when mi see him in deh. He's lying shirtless on the bed with his arm ova him forehead.

"Favi?"

"Sì?"

"You okay?"

"Yes, just tired," he moves his arm to usher me over. "Come here."

Mi go straddle him and him rest him hand dem pon mi waist.

"Why yu nuh sleep?"

"I don't sleep during the day."

"Arite, hero," mi seh and him dryly laugh. "Come eat."

"You?"

I gasp and slap him. "Yu cya behave?"

"Dianne mad yu?"

"No, she's nice," I say. "Mi nuh know why you come so bad breed."

Him nuh seh nun. Him flip me over and now we a face each other. My hand trails his body and my focus goes to his tattoo. "You never told me what the snake means."

"Everything you waa know."

Shuda just box mi ina mi face!

Mi glare pon him and kiss me teeth. "Nevermind, Favio," mi start fi get up.

Him pull me back dung pon the bed. "Why yu so easy fi vex?"

"Me ask yu a simple question and look how yu ansa me!" mi bite back. When him open him mouth fi ansa, mi kiss mi teeth and forcefully pull miself outta him hold. See how mi day did ago arite and this big foot bwoy come bruk mi vibes! Mi get up outta the bed and start walk towards the door. Mi nuh waa deh round him right now.

Favio slam the door shut when mi open it and brace me pon the door.

"Move, Favio," mi snap at him.

He glares down at me. "Sometime mi cya badda wid yu."

"Me worse!" I retort. "Move, Favio, me naa ramp wid yu!"

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