" She's a woman of great beauty on the outside and this intrigued me to know what's on the inside."
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Set against the backdrop of Jamaica, "TINT" by Ishanique M. is a romance novel that delves into the intricate dynamics of love, betrayal, and the c...
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𝕷𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖙𝖔𝖓'𝖘 𝕻𝕺𝖁 || 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟎 @ 𝟎𝟏:𝟐𝟖𝐚𝐦 ||
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Sitting comfortably on my living room couch, my gaze is fixated on the television that is playing a series of captivating house renovation episodes.
With the spliff tucked between my thumb and index finger, I brought it to my lips and inhaled, then exhale the plume of smoke through my nose.
Seconds later, I heard a soft voice break through the tranquil atmosphere.
"So, how is your day, handsome?" Zoe spoke up and I turned my attention to the phone resting on the coffee table, seeing her figure barely covered in Savage X Fenty lingerie.
I rested the spliff between my lips at the side of my mouth and leaned towards to pick up the phone.
I then leaned back on the couch and took the spliff from between my lips, giving her a summary of how my day was.
"It can gwaan. Me did go a insurance company earlier today fi get a piece a money fi dah car deh weh Aniyah fuck up. Wull addi car wheel dem done fah and all the color scrape offa it." I told her, my mind drifting at the mention of her name.
As I reminisced about my last encounter with Aniyah, a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips.
I don't even blame her for destroying my vehicle nor for bleaching most of my designers, but I was just surprised by her newfound courage to retaliate.
Like I said before, Aniyah wasn't the one to fight back, but I guess my actions have deeply hurt her this time, prompting her to take a stand.
My reverie is suddenly interrupted by Zoe's comment to my statement, causing my jaw to clench in anger.
"Oh yeah. You were telling me about it. Ugh! That crazy bitch." Zoe responded with a scornful tone, and I scrunch my brow at her.
"Watch how yaa talk bout her before me buss up yuh face mon." I spat, glaring at her.
"What do you mean? You know I barely understand your language handsome." Zoe reminded me and I hissed my teeth in frustration before abruptly ending the call.
Fucking annoying.
I then maneuver over my phone screen and saw Zoe's contact appear at the top of my phone seconds later, indicating an incoming call.
Dah B yah cah buil off and guh find something do?
Dat is a next ting me love bout Aniyah.
She know how and when fi wull her own.
I ignore it, and slide my screen, tapping on the Instagram application.
The app then opened and my feed refresh and I went to my profile to switch to my burner account.
