🇯🇲 Meet Amari Osaka
Her family is pretty much Jamaican royalty, however she wants to live an almost normal hard working life, so she moves to America. She gets a job working for the black owned Modeling Agency J'adore Modéle as executive modeling...
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Chris P.O.V.
We just got finish with our first show. It was a sold out arena and the fans had some unreal energy. Since I had a couple dates in this city we had a hotel booked. Me and the crew walked into the hotel and went our separate ways. I was escorted to my private floor.
As soon as I stepped off the elevator I saw cops everywhere. "FIND THAT BITCH!" I heard someone screaming. My heart stopped, I recognized that voice as Amari's.
I ran down the hall and one the cops stopped me. "Sir where are you going?" He asked. "That's my wife screaming. I need to see her." I demanded. "Okay I'll escort you to her, she's currently being treated by a paramedic."
As we walked down the hall and entered my room I saw smashed glass everywhere. It was a body sized dent in one of the walls. It looked like somebody was fighting for their life. I turned towards the bed and I saw Amari sitting on it. There was a paramedic putting gauze on her arm.
As soon as we made eye contact she exclaimed "CHRIS OH MY GOD!"
"Amari what the hell happened baby? Where is Cleo? Who are they looking for?" I said in a rush.
"Cleo is with your mom Chris. She's okay." she said and I sighed in relief.
"So what happened here?" I asked again. She looked down and I waited a couple beats then she finally looked up and answered.
"It was my mother she came here looking for you but I was here alone and she attacked me. I kinda lost it and I beat the shit out of her." She said looking sad. "She was gone before the police got here.
Amari's P.O.V. Before the attack
Chris's mom had just left after picking up Cleo. She was okay with keeping her tonight while me and Chris celebrated after his first show.
We couldn't fuck and I couldn't drink but at least I could hang. As I went to the bathroom I heard a knock on the door. I assumed his mother had forgotten something so I opened it without hesitation. A horrible mistake.
As I opened the door I didn't see Chris's mom but my mother. "Why haven't you called your mother Amari?" She said nonchalantly and walked in the room. She had the nerve to snoop around like she was paying for it.
"Go to hell. You tried to kill my husband. I honestly don't know who you are. Whatever shady shit you're into take it with you and leave now." I said firmly.
"I don't have to. I'm here to see Chris actually. You know what they say, if you want something done you have to do it yourself." She turned and looked at me.
"You did not just come in my face and threaten my baby's father." I said vehemently. "Little girl fuck him and your bastard baby." She said.
I blacked out after that. I pushed her ass into the wall and started swinging. I guess she had decent amount of self defense. She had a pocket knife and tried to cut me with it. I moved back and kicked her feet from under her. The knife fell from her hands and landed a few feet away. Then I climbed on top of her and started punching her in the face and gut.
I got angrier just because she wanted to cut me, so I grabbed a glass from a nearby table and smashed it on her fucking head. Next thing you know I'm on my back and she's limping towards the door. I don't know how she got me off of her but I couldn't even process it. Two minutes later the police were storming in.
When they questioned me I told them I was defending myself and that my mother came and admitted to trying to kill my fiancé. I lied and told them she hit me first but truly her words did. She better leave my baby out of this that's all I know.
