Romans & histoires Beauty And The Jamaican Don

Heading to the bar, we order six Patron shots and down them in quick succession. We order Margaritas after then find a secluded spot in the corner. The more I drink, the more fluid my body becomes and I forget all my troubles! Sapphire finds a dance partner and starts gyrating on him while I continue dancing by myself. Being a Jamaican has its perks, for me that's a small waist, big butt and the waistline likened to a belly dancer! The DJ starts playing my favorite artist Dexta Daps and I get wild on the dance floor. A few minutes in, an arm latches unto my waist and the person starts matching my pace and movements.

“Spoken like a true jealous cunt. By the way, Grayson Godwin’s dick was so yummy, I ate it all up. Finger- licking good. But it wasn’t the Godwin’s who booked me. Some rich computer software developer from overseas. With his vacay homes around the world. The ship leaves tonight. I’m sorry your pussy just didn’t make the cut.” Ebony sighed and started to dry herself off. Her skin did gleam and shit, much to the annoyance of Amberleigh. And that was even before that coconut oil stuff she lathered on which made marks want to eat her. Like some tropical delight. But bitch had never been to the beach or let alone Jamaica where she pretended to be from sometimes to lure in marks who wanted an exot

The guard was taken aback by the lady's harshness, but didn't dare say a word. She was Lady Esme, the Don's personal cook and his eldest and longest worker. She made rules for the workers to follow and no one dared oppose her. Opposing her meant opposing the Don,and the outcome was always something not to be experienced. They entered the luxurious suite like place,and Amaya couldn't help but admire it's beauty. She had thought the exteriors of the place was wow, but this sight before her almost made her breathless. Even her father's mansion didn't measure up to this.

Gabriel glaring down at her like the grim reaper who had come to take her soul. A servant who came inside the gym at that time to announce that Jama wanted to see Scarlett saved her from her instructor who was already marching to where she was laying on the floor. Mr. Gabriel's intention has been to drag her up from the floor, but the thoughts fly out of his head at the mention of Jama's name. “Jama? Like the witch?" Scarlett asked in surprise as she pushed herself into a sitting position. “Yes, Miss Scarlett, Jama the witch” “He wants to see me?” Scarlett used her finger to poke her chest.

She heard footsteps approaching but didn't care to know who it was. "Ma'am, please calm down else you will only hurt yourself even more." Jessica heard a soft voice speak but didn't turned her head to see who it was, instead she closed her eyes tightly trying to catch her breath. "This is what your enemies want, for you to be abandon by Jayden. If you would trust me ma'am Jessica, let's work together I promise to help you." At this point Jessica laughed and shrugged before turning her head slowly to look at who was talking. A average height lady with blonde her and pointed nose was standing behind her, she looked so beautiful and Jessica wondered how someone this beautiful ended up as a maid

“God, I love him!” “Who? Him?” Adam asks, pointing to Jon Hamm's character and Bella shakes her head. “Nope. Him. Jake Johnson.” She points to him. “What?! That guy?” “Yes! He is gorgeous!” Bella cries out and Adam snorts. “He's weird looking!” He accuses and she laughs. “Shut up! He is not! He is hot. And he's funny, which is a win-win. Double the sexy.” Bella says and Adam pretends to gag.

"The other ladies the don of whores sent me don't compare to you." "Let me go!" I shouted, pounding my fists against his back. "Let me go, you jerk! I have somewhere to be!" But Romano ignored my pleas, carrying me down the stairs. The henchman tried to stop him, but two of Romano's men attacked him, kicking and pummeling the poor soul. Exhausted, I stopped my struggles, resigning myself to my fate. From one don to another, I was simply a pawn in their sick games. I longed for the simple life I had once known, wishing I wasn't so damned beautiful.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

Something in the way she holds herself, like she is used to standing in front of powerful men and not breaking. I have seen a lot of servants in this house. I have never seen this one before. "Who is that?" I ask. Carmela's face doesn't change. "A new acquisition." I laugh. "Acquisition? She's not a slave, Carmela. This isn't ancient Rome." "The Don acquired her services." I turn back to the woman. She is closer now. I study her. Dark hair pulled back, escaping in messy strands. Bruises on her cheek and jaw, the kind that come from fists. A split lip that has scabbed over but hasn't healed clean.

He looked at her to see if she was lying, he was waiting for any subtle change in her facial expression to give her away but there was none. "I do not know how I got here because I just wanted to run away ...and I won't say anything if I could just leave," she pleaded. He looked at her from the bruises on her body he could tell she was being abused. He pitied her , who knows how long she had been going through this. One of the rules her was never to hit a woman (depends on the woman though) especially for no reason, if you did you would get killed. "Well that is enough for now, if I were you I would get used to being here because if the Don spares you get used to working as a maid because yo