A Dancehall Story: Book 7

Chapters 28 - Troy

Stacy's POV

I rolled over and to my surprise he wasn't in the bed. I sat up immediately, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

This big germs.

I picked my phone up to check the time and it was after 1am.

Yeah I remember falling asleep around 10pm and he wasn't home so that mean he still wasn't home.

Father God please don't tell me that Garrick starts again.

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Hubby's Chat

Me: you see you, gwan same way.

Hubby: I'm on way home from the studio

Me: and you didn't tell me you were going to the studio?

Hubby: I'm driving in now.

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He was right, I heard the car driving into the yard.

This gave me flashbacks of when he used to come home late and use the studio as excuse while he was out there fucking everything in a skirt.

I waited patiently for him to reach the room and when he did I could smell the alcohol on him.

"Why you up?" He asked

I hissed my teeth.

He chuckled then head to the bathroom. I heard the shower running then some minutes later he was out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"You can go back to sleep now" He said.

"Since when you start going back to the studio?" I asked.

He looked at me with his eyebrows knitted.

"You remember that I an artist first right?" He asked.

I didn't answer .

He didn't have an album working or upcoming shows.

I secretly and selfishly wished he would stop music and focus more on his businesses.

My insecurities made me believe that all the girls wanted him because of the music.

The way the girls behaved at his shows get to me. One show they pulled him off stage.

I was livid. Me wanting them to pop him two, then wanting to beat everything single one of the that touched him.

Plus he loved it, he kept talking about it (😁) and I told him he wanted them to pull his mawga rass off the stage.

Talking 'bout...

"Stacy you nuh see how much gyal take weh you man" He would make jokes about it.

I was jealous over his fans.

Watch him...

He walked to the closet to get something to put on.

"Lay down nuh" He said as he return wearing just an underpants.

"I'm not sleepy anymore" I said.

He climbed onto the bed, rest his phone on the table next to him and pulled the cover over him.

"Down down the AC" He demanded.

Freeze to death.

"Where were you Line?" I asked.

I just felt like he wasn't at the studio because he would have said something to me.

"Studio" He replied.