" 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...
With a sense of urgency, I quickly covered the pot of oxtail that's simmering on the stove and made my way to the sink to wash my hands.
However, my nervousness made my movements feel slow and clumsy, and my thoughts are jumbled with worry about the impending meeting with Malachi's parents.
I'm nervous to say the least since despite having spoken to them over the phone before, this would be my first time meeting them in person.
And I had already left a bad impression since it is my ex-boyfriend that started all of this drama in the first place.
The tension between us started to get thicker when I received a call from them on the day Malachi got incarcerated, asking with both fear and anger about what had happened to their son and how he had ended up in prison.
I tried my best to explain the situation, to assure them that I'm trying my best to get him the best lawyer and that he'll be okay and out in no time.
They agreed to leave the matter in my hands and told me to contact them in case of any issues but I could tell that there was still an underlying sense of mistrust and suspicion in their voices.
And this is causing me to feel overwhelmed by the weight of their expectations cause what if they blame me for their son's predicament?
I shook my head, trying to clear my mind of the thought and focused my attention on the water running over my hands, feeling the warmth soothe my nerves.
I then went back to cooking and once I'm finished, I made sure to clean everything up then head upstairs to have a shower.
Meanwhile having a shower, i hear the room door open and i instinctively paused the music I'm playing to listen for any sounds.
When i did, i called out Malachi's name to make sure that it's him.
He responded with a simple "a me mon," confirming his presence in the room, and I continued with my shower.
Once I'm finished, I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and slipped into my favorite comfortable romper.
I took a moment to pamper my skin with some moisturizer and sprayed on a touch of perfume then went back into the room where Malachi is seated on the bed chair, with his head tilted back on the bed and his legs swaying restlessly.
