Beauty And The Jamaican Don Novels & Stories

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.

I looked at her face. "Are you sure Don Milos will pay me that amount? I really need the money," I asked her, my voice shaking. She smiled. "Of course. Mr. Milos will pay you. You just have to please him. And do not forget, he likes it rough, and he is into dark BDSM romance. Can you handle it?" Rose inquired. I trembled at the thought of getting tied up and banged. I lowered my head as I stood before my stepmother. "I don't know. When can I meet him? I have to think this through," I said.

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.

I will not let go of Dordrich, in his arms we sit together. The gallant lady returns with the menu. “We have typical Jamaican dishes, but also other Caribbean ones such as Salt Fish Bake, Fried Rice with black bean and steamed pork. Those are our specials for tonight”, she explains. “But we also serve American food such as Steak and caviar”.

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

I threaten her, glaring. Bianca laughs. “Aw. The little cat learned how to hiss. Cute.” She raises a brow. “You picked between two monsters, Camilla. And you picked the worse one. But he’s got abs and sexy scars, and half the world at his feet, so maybe you chose right.” “I feel… stuck,” I admit before I can stop myself. “What the hell am I supposed to do?” She shrugs, glancing over her shoulder. “What do you think you can really do here? Oh—by the way. Heard Vance paid for his little stunt. The Don shot him in the leg. Almost turned into a full shootout until Vance called his men off.”

Jamaica stated stoically. Sebastian brows deeply furrowed whilst staring at the girl. She's pretty and kinda look like Sandra. But unlike the latter, the girl seemed to have not yet introduced to the word 'emotion' and won't take any bullshits if he tries to say something nonsense. She's like a robot with beautiful features. She didn't even smile! "Isn't she cute?" Sandra suddenly quiried, snapping Sebastian. 'Cute?', he asked to himself incredulously, for he couldn't find any cuteness in Jamaica's blank expression. In his opinion, he thought she looked more creepy than cute.

Doña Amanda said to Miss Jessica and Miss Jessica immediately nodded. "You do not need to worry, Auntie Amanda. I will take care of her. Deandra is already beautiful that is why this is will going to be a piece of cake for me," Miss Jessica confidently said which made Doña Amanda smile even more. "I did not really make a mistake for inviting you to be our makeup artist since day one, Jessica. You always make me proud. I appreciate that. Thank you so much," Doña Amanda wholeheartedly said. "You are very welcome, Auntie Amanda. Thank you also for trusting me especially my skills." Miss Jessica said.

And she’s already made something? I shook my head, almost smiling despite everything. Unbelievable. Does she secretly teleport? Does she carry tomatoes and basil in her handbag, just in case of emergencies? “Did you stop somewhere to harvest tomatoes on the way here?” I teased. “Or do you just carry emergency basil in your purse?” Lucia gasped dramatically. “Excuse me? It’s called efficiency.” “Efficiency?” I scoffed. “Your bakery was destroyed, and you’re out here hosting MasterChef: Mafia Edition.”