Peeling Back the Top Layer 🇯🇲

35| Confrontation

"Nuh worry yuhself man. It's only me," Steven pokes his head out from the doorway. A huge grin is plastered on his face but he doesn't seem the least bit amused.

I stare at him with bewilderment then back at Chaunard, whose cheek muscles twitch angrily. We both get out of the car at the same time and storm toward the house with equal fury.

"Weh yuh a do inna mi house?" I ask, kicking off my shoes and marching to the living room where Steven is lounging in the accent chair with his legs crossed on top of the center table. He doesn't reply right away.

Instead, he selects something on his phone and a video of Chaunard and I having sex on the sofa pops up on the screen. It was recorded last night from one of the windows. The two of us look at each other and smirk. I can't even be mad. The video is hot. We fuck like porn stars.

What is it with people recording us though?

"We did a fuck. So what?" I ask Steven, befuddled about his intentions with showing the clip to us. Our reaction doesn't seem to be the one he anticipated and we watch his placid look change to shock then scorn.

"Imagine, mi go yuh workplace yesterday fi talk to yuh and dem tell mi seh yuh sick and after work mi come fi check pon yuh and a dat me come buck up inna," Steven fumes, jumping up from the couch like. something suddenly poked him in the ass.

Chaunard and I look at each other, absolutely stumped by his conduct. "Ummmm... I don't understand. Couples have sex don't they? And exes shouldn't be spying through windows," I reply wryly.

"Ex? Ex?! Mi neva lef yuh Kelsie! Mi mother still a wait pon di wedding," he shouts, tears springing to his eyes.

I take a step forward but Chaunard pulls me back, his eyes trained on Steven. "He's unstable, babe nuh aggravate him. Let's go," he whispers in my ear but I shake him off. This is my home. If anyone should leave it's Steven, not me.

"Steven, we broke up over four months ago. I have shut down every single attempt you made to contact me. We haven't even spoken since that time you showed up at my office. How is it that you think we are still together?"

"We didn't talk because I was giving you space to come around. How yuh fi do mi dis?!"

Not sure how to respond, I use his own words in an attempt to diffuse the situation. "I'm sorry you had to see that." Because I certainly am not sorry for having mind-blowing sex with my boyfriend in the confines of my own home.

His hand flies to his forehead and when it drops to his side again he's red with anger.

"Yuh fling it up give dis man inna ways mi neva see yuh before," he barks. "Yuh all give him head! Mi neva get dat Kelsie. Wah him have over me?"

Besides a bigger dick, more stamina, and endurance? Money, better looks and personality, and the list goes on. And he's not into men. I keep my thoughts to myself and let him continue his little rant while Chaunard keeps his hold on me as he quickly taps away at his phone .

"Mi did waa mek yuh mi wife but yuh pick dis yah bredda ova me," he looks at Chaunard with scorn, like he's somehow beneath him, and that's where I snap.

"Yuh see the problem wid some of you lawyers is that oonu feel like di profession mek oonu superior to everybody else. But news flash...yuh see my boyfriend over here, him earn more in three months than you do in a year. And guess what? All of it is legit. Pity mi cyaa seh di same bout you and your back door dealings," I sneer, loosening Chaunard's grip and inching closer to Steven with each statement.

His hand goes up like he's about to slap me but I swiftly shift out of his reach without losing my bearing then lunge at him, punching him square in the nose. He slumps forward and I take aim for his crotch, kicking with as much force as I could muster in my pencil skirt.

I move to strike again but find myself practically flying through the air as my body is hoisted and swiftly pulled away from where he is slouched.

"Gimme mi fucking key and come outta mi place!" I yell when Chaunard sets me back on my feet. I didn't even remember he had the keys until I see the keyring sticking out of his pocket.

The door knocks and a male voice calls from outside. "That's the police," says Chaunard, more to Steven than to me. My unwelcome visitor drops my keys on the floor and walks towards the door with us following closely behind him.

"No need for you to intervene officer, I'm leaving," he says, passing the big burly man, whose dressed in jeans and T-shirt and standing just outside the door. Had it not been for the black and red police vest as well as the rifle slung across his body, I would not have known this man is a police officer. He's in the company of two other men who are similarly attired.

"Yuh good bredda?" His question is aimed at Chaunard who nods and introduces him as Patrick before excusing himself and going outside. I leave them to talk, veering off to my bedroom where I gather a few items to shower off tonight's stressful situation.

"Weh yuh a do?" Chaunard's voice startles me.

"Bathe and go mi bed."

"No no. Mi nah stay here wid yuh enuh. And you nah stay here alone so try get yuh things and let's go," he says, raising his brows as if daring me to contend.

"Why?"

"Weh yuh mean why? Next ting di lunatic come back inna di middle a di night and do only God knows what? Please get weh yuh need an come on," he says.

Fifteen minutes later I haul my bags out the door and reluctantly lock up. If someone told me this morning that I'd be in this position tonight, I would have laughed in their face.

"What about my car?" I ask him.

"I'll sort that out tomorrow. Jus leave di keys wid me."

I release a long, loud sigh, shaking my head. "I am sick and tired of that man."

"Get a restraining order," he suggests as we both get into the car. "Patrick said you can make an official report in the morning if you want."

"Yeah," I groan. "I'll think about my next move. Can't deal wid di legal system here though."

"Nuh worry bout dat. If yuh really want to do it I'll get it done," he says, pulling me into a hug.

"In the meantime, secure di place. Get some cameras installed and probably get security surveillance."

"Okay, I'll look into it," I tell him.

"One more thing Kel, remind me to never ever piss you off." We both chuckle at his inference to tonight's incident.

"Seriously, mi never know seh a so yuh can move fast. By di man raise him hand and mi move off yuh bruk him nose and fuck up him balls," he laughs.

"Then yuh seh mi love laugh," I roll my eyes and try to hide my grin.

The drive to Chaunard's house lasts 30 minutes. The first thing I do once we settle is take a shower. He joins me, of course, creeping up behind me and cupping my breasts.

"Before yuh get a restraining order... yuh tink yuh can ask yuh ex fi di video?" he jests, earning himself a sharp elbow to his rib.

"Ouch, a nuh me fuck up yuh meds enuh," he complains but doesn't move. "Are you okay though?"

"Yea...I was having a good evening until that happened." I turn to face him.

"Nuh worry bout it too tuff. Just hope that this is the end of it and you don't actually need to take legal action." He drops his mouth to my forehead and presses his mouth firmly against my skin.

"I'm gonna reach out to him and try to placate the situation. I'll make a decision based on his response to that."

"Alright, if you think you can solve it that way then give it a try. Mi still tink yuh fi secure yuh place though. Yuh live alone. Anything can happen," he reasons.

"Yea, I will make some calls tomorrow," I promise, running my fingertips across his chest and tipping on my toes to kiss him. I've honestly had enough talk about the whole Steven incident. Chaunard's naked body against mine is taking me right back to earlier this evening when all I wanted to do was get home and shag.

"I have an idea re the video," I flash him a cheeky grin.

"What's that?" he perks up.

"We can record our own."