SOUL TIES BY A JAMAICAN BADMAN

"Not today satan".!!! Why today ??? Am I the only young adult who had never been particularly fond by s*x or romance!! And still a virgin???.. Work was almost over. The way how it was raining like crazy outside, I almost thought a mini thunderstorm had hit. Meanwhile, all my coworkers gather around in a circle almost like they were in a cult. luckily they had chairs–because without them, you'd definitely think it was some kind of ritual. Today was one of those days when I just wanted to be home, While the rain pour relentlessly as I slept peacefully. instead i was stuck between my idiotic coworkers, talking about s*x and the freakiest things I'd ever heard all my 23 years of living. Just so you know, one of my patients painted her damn poop on the wall today. And guess who had to clean it up ??? Oh you guessed right – me, of course. But that wasn't even the worse part. You should've seen his old ass running away from me when it was time to change into new clothes. And in that very moment, as everything transpired I knew I was long overdue for a vocation to Jamaica. Luckily it was time to clock out and my mom and I ready to go home as the clock strike 12. "Thank God it's 12, ughh today was exhausting". My mom shouted. She hugged me tight and said, "Amaya, girl !! You will not believe what a patient said to me today while I was changing his underwear." I raised a bow. "What now?" She smirked. "He looked me dead in the eyes and said... Before she finished her sentence I said "your breasts are too big for your body?" We both exploded with laughter. "No child she said with a smirk on her face". He leaned in, is voice, low and teasing, and whispered, "I bet this D is bigger than the one at home." And my mom–yeah, my mom –just said it out loud. Honestly? I couldn't stop laughing. My mom can barely keep a man around, let alone worry about comparisons. Now, you're probably wondering why my mom and I have conversations like this. But the truth? We're more like sisters than mother and daughter and honestly..that makes everything more interesting. My mom and I got home. Luckily, it was still raining, so settled in,catching up on work drama and gossiping about the doctors' latest antics —per usual. mom Sasha , Justin, and I always escape to Jamaica for vocation. living in New York can get ghetto at times, and Jamaica is like our getaway from the chaos Not to mention, my mom has a special talent for finding boyfriends there —especially if they have dreads. Apparently, that's her weakness. A week later, we finally managed to get our vacation approved. Both Mom and I work as nurses at the same hospital, so taking time off, meant paperwork, begging, and maybe a little bribery— but bikinis, and cocktails in Jamaica? Worth it. Justin, bless his lazy soul, was unemployed, but still had the audacity to act like a "final boss." I always end up paying for his trips during family vacations. He reminds me constantly that I'm the older sister, so apparently it's my "responsibility" to take care of him—even though we are literally twin one day, I swear, I'm kicking is lazy ass off a building just to teach him a lesson. Sure, I might be young and a virgin, but my closet is well-seasoned in looking flawless and sexy. I spend the last two days meticulously packing for our vacation, making sure every outfit screamed "dangerously irresistible." The only Downside? Leaving my little Bella behind. She's a diva my precious dog, who stays with my aunt Elda while we're gone. I promised Bella one day she'd come to Jamaica and meet another dog, maybe find her "boyfriend" too. Finally, departure day arrived— six hours to our flight. "Justin why the hell are you just now packing, Our flight's in the 6 hours and we need to be at the airport by 1 PM Mom shouted. "Uh...Well... Umm..." he stammered. "Relax, Mom it's not like I have much to pack —just a pants and shirts," he said. Plus, aren't you guys taking me shopping for clothes that are... Culturally appropriate?" I lost it. "I wish you'd take anything seriously, Justin, with your lazy ass!" He smirked, not intimidated. "Yeah, that's why you're single and still a virgin, Amaya. You don't know how to take care of a man properly." "Shut up, Justin, and pack! You probably couldn't recognize a v****a if it slapped you in the face — you'd mistake it for an asshole. Your only talent is that stupid video game!" "Okay, Miss Virgin, you win," he said with a grin. "Can you guys just stop!" Mom yelled. We need to get to get our s**t together. I'm not missing my flight —not when I could be in the arms or f a fine Rasta man on the beach in Jamaica!. Despite the chaos, we made our flight and arrived at the resort earlier than expected. I was buzzing with excitement—three weeks in Jamaica, one week at the resort, and two weeks Airbnb-style to experience local life. "Mom, you know you're forty, right?" I asked, trying to sound concerned. "Girl, how do you think I got you and your brother?" She replied, striking a pose. "Curves and hips, baby. I might be old, but this ass is worth more than your paycheck." I nearly choked on my drink. Mom's bikini left little to the imagination—she's curvy thick in all the right places. In Jamaica, they'd call her a straight - up thickass. After changing, Justin announced he wasn't coming with us to the bar. Honestly, I was relieved—bars aren't fun with him tagging along. Mom and I got a few shots in, and as usual, she soaked up all the attention her soul desired. Men kept calling her thickass, fluffy and other names I couldn't even repeat. Meanwhile, l sipped my Fantasia cocktail, minding my own business. Until a calm, charming voice interrupted me. "You know that's illegal, right?" I blinked. "Umm...what's illegal?" He murmured, "it's illegal to look that beautiful." I just smiled. Small talk isn't my forte and I was already a little tipsy. But when I glanced at him, my heart started pounding. Something about him made me nervous —like butterflies but on steroids. Mom was sunbathing like she owned the place, ass and all. I excused myself, needing a nap — or maybe a shower —after my little encounter. Later, as I tried to enjoy dinner, my mind betrayed me "Ugh, I'm so stupid," I muttered. "I should've said something to him. All I did was smile." I couldn't stop thinking about him. Majestic. Caramel skin. Chiseled abs. And those shorts..I'll admit it—I peeked let's just say the rumors about Jamaican men might actually be true. (Author notes) If you make it to the end thanks for reading hope you enjoyed my story..Go easy on me now I'm new here so no pressure and not to worry I'll post chapter 2 soon!...