Bad Gal Pinky Episode 2: A Scandalous Jamaican Soap Opera

This series is a spicy spin off from the National Bestselling Novel, Heart of Revenge - a trilogy series. The Hothead Pinky takes on life with the the Gangster and community Don Finaral, who must try to cope with his temper as well as hers. The two struggle to make the relationship work with the strain of her son, Perry, being the grandson of the man who killed Finaral's father, which Finaral is unforgiving about.
With the hard to swallow realities and secret of her mother, Aubrea, will Pinky ever seek amends.

EXCERPT

5:00 p.m. in the evening€s eye. This girl was at Pinky€s door in her yellow mini dress knocking. And like weekends are too short, so too is her dress, too short. The motion of her body caused the end of the pleats of her skirt to barely sway right under her firm ass. Her legs thick and sexy and shaved smooth. She brought her mouth close to the shut wooden door and tried to whisper-shout through the wood,
€œFinaral. Finaral.€ She knocked quietly, €˜Dum-dum-dum€ and called, €œOpen up, mi reach.€
She waited two seconds, fidgeted and twisted her almost naked legs impatiently. Looked at the door not opening. She inched closer to the door, putting her lips close almost kissing the natural oak wood and impatiently called a little louder,
€œFinaral, Finaral.€
She pulled her head back, knocked louder, €˜Dum-dum-dum!€
€œOpen up before people see nuh.€ She glanced over her shoulder and looked behind her. Her eyes scanning the neighboring houses, their windows and walls, searching to see if the windows or walls had eyes or ears.
She switched the way she held her yellow handbag that matched with her yellow dress. For no reason she fidgeted with it and spun it around under her underarm. She only had four apparatus in her bag, a banger Samsung cell phone held together by a green elastic band, a pack of wipes, her make-up kit and her sex toys. She glanced behind her and looked both sides, turned around, bowed her head down, tightened her knuckles and knocked again making an urgent drumming on the solid wood.
€œDum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum!€
€œFinaral come nuh Man. Pull the door. A me.€ She listened tentatively for a reply with her ears close to the door and head bowed.
€œMi a come. Mi a come. Mi hear you. Mi know a you.€ Finaral called out. His voice echoing in the belly of the house.
At the sound of his reply, she released her fingers from the knocking fist she had still held by her side. Straightened her back, clutched her purse under her arm, then glanced over to her right then left, trying not to make it look obvious that she was watching out for inquisitive eyes and peeping ears.
A few seconds later, Finaral cracked opened the door just a little. He sneaked a look through the narrow opening between the door and the door€s jamb. He glanced- no neighbors snooping. He opened the door, inviting her in. He had on no shirt. Just solid muscles up top. She stared at his biceps, his dark juicy nipps, a darker chocolate circle around his nipps, the six iron pegs of his abs. All his muscles were solid iron. She licked her lips as she lifted her bosom and strutted her stuff by him, swaying her short pleated dress side to side under her ass. Her hips and her ass made the subtlest bounce as she moved. The fabric of her dress thin, the space between her leg and crotch seen right through and the €˜V€ of her panty line seen seated sexily on the round of her ass through the light yellow pleats. The fabric bounced right to left against her hips and made the slightest of dip between her tight round ass cheeks. God, she must have been begging to be get it.
She deliberately made slow steps into Pinky€s spacious living room. As often as she had been inside Pinky€s house she could not get use to . . . Download now for only $2.99