Wayne convince Amber to go with him on Jamaica trip

       Wayne convince Amber to go with him on Jamaica trip  

                                                                         

The café on 14th and Lenox was quiet for a Tuesday afternoon. A warm breeze drifted through the open windows, rustling napkins and carrying with it the soft hum of passing traffic. Amber sat at a corner table, sunglasses perched in her hair, fingers tapping idly against a half-empty iced latte. Her mind was elsewhere — as it often was lately.
Anthony’s betrayal. Shayla’s lies. The upcoming court hearing.
It was like her entire life had been caught in a storm she couldn’t escape from.
That’s when Wayne walked in.
Tall, sharp in a light blue button-down, and carrying that familiar smirk that had once made her smile back in a very different life. He spotted her instantly and strolled over, sliding into the seat across from her like he belonged there.
“You’re still beautiful when you’re brooding,” he said, flashing that grin.
Amber didn’t even blink. “If you’re here to flirt, you’re wasting your time.”
“Good,” he replied. “Because I came to offer you an escape.”
She raised an eyebrow. “From what, exactly?”
“From this,” Wayne said, gesturing around the air. “From the drama. The noise. The people who lied to you. Who took advantage of you. You need out. Just for a few days.”
Amber narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about?”
Wayne leaned forward, voice dropping into something softer, more serious.
“Come to Jamaica with me.”
The Ask
Amber blinked. “Excuse me?”
Wayne nodded. “I booked the tickets this morning. Leaving Friday. Montego Bay. Seven days. No work. No Shayla. No Anthony. Just ocean, food, and whatever peace you’ve forgotten you deserve.”
Amber stared at him, a mix of disbelief and suspicion clouding her face.
“Why would you want to go on a trip with me?”
Wayne shrugged, but there was something genuine in his tone. “Because I’ve seen what this year’s done to you. And because I still remember the version of you that laughed until her stomach hurt and danced barefoot at rooftop parties.”
He paused.
“You don’t owe me anything. But you owe yourself a chance to breathe again.”
Amber didn’t speak for a moment. She glanced away, eyes suddenly glassy, the way they got when someone accidentally touched a part of her she wasn’t ready to reveal.
“What if people talk?” she asked.
Wayne smirked. “They already do. Might as well give them something worth talking about.”
“Wayne…”
He reached across the table and gently took her hand.
“No pressure. No expectations. This isn’t about us. This is about you. About choosing joy — even if just for a week.”
Amber bit her bottom lip, torn between instinct and desire. Between fear and freedom.
Then, almost in a whisper, she asked:
“Do they have hammocks?”
Wayne grinned. “Overlooking the ocean.”
“And rum?”
“Bottomless.”
“And no mention of Anthony?”
“On my honor.”
She exhaled, a soft smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Then, with more certainty:
“Okay. I’ll go.”
Preparing to Leave
Two days later, Amber stood in her room with a suitcase open on the bed, her closet emptied in front of her. Sundresses she hadn’t worn in years were pulled out, bathing suits that still had tags, sandals covered in dust. As she packed, a strange lightness returned to her chest — a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a long time.
Freedom. Spontaneity. Possibility.
Wayne texted her a photo of their plane tickets and wrote:
“Sunset dinner reservations for two. Hope you like lobster.”
Amber stared at the screen, smiling to herself before replying:
“Only if it comes with rum and no regrets.”
At the Airport
When she met him at the gate, Wayne was already waiting with coffee and her favorite trail mix. He didn’t say much, just handed her the drink, nodded once, and led her toward a new chapter.
“Let’s go find whatever’s waiting for us on that island,” he said.
“Peace?” she asked.
“Maybe even more than that.”
To Be Continued...
Would you like the next chapter to follow Amber and Wayne’s arrival in Jamaica, exploring the shift in their dynamic — or should something unexpected happen at the resort, like a surprise run-in with Shayla or Anthony?