Teanna is caught up between being in a relationship with weston a Jamaican Don and her extremely wealthy and powerful fiancé Jackson.
How will the story end?
**********4:58 am*************** Jackson is passed out on the couch with a joint in his hand as drunk as a sailor. His phone rings continuously as Latisha and Toya blows up his phone. *It's officially over between us! How dare you speak to me like that? I gave you my all and I've loved you with every fiber of my being.* Latisha texts He drunkenly tries to stand but he staggers as he falls into the couch. He sings in a slurring manner 'It's too late to apologiiiiize, it's too late.' Teanna opens the door and she's greeted by Jax singing in his drunken state. The living room reeks of weed and alcohol.
****Teanna's POV******* 'Watch dis ya idiot ya.' I utter disgustedly as I'm greeted by drunken Jax singing. 'It too late fi apologize nuh.' I think . 'Teah I am sorry, I don't know what else to say.' He babbles to me. I walk past him straight to the bedroom. My phone rings, as expected it's Chin. 'Yuh reach home girl? Nuh bada guh fuck dung d place now cause yuh unda yuh liquor. ' She says. 'Who go fuck mi, talk truth? The only fuck mi feel a fi fuck up him bloodclaat.' I reply. She whispers 'Mi nu wah Taylor hear mi cause d friga fass, the Don ask fi yuh number n Mi give him.' 'Wah do yuh girl?' I ask. I instantly feel butterflies in my stomach when I think about Wes. 'It could be gas.' I say in self denial. I shower and lay in bed thinking about my next move to get over this heartbreak. 'I should call Mr Grayson and ask him if that position for Senior Accountant is still available. I'll call him in the morning.' I reassure myself. I walk to the living room to check on this filthy man to ensure that he's ok. As heartbroken as I am, I still care about him. This ass has the lit weed in his hand fi come bun up my Persian mat. 'Gi mi dis man!' I say as I grab the joint from him. 'Shoulda just beat him fucking ass right now, but that wouldn't change a thing .' I think. I flush the joint then I check the time on my phone. 'It's 6 am, I'm going to bed.' I say to myself.
**************Jackson's POV*************** 'Rassclaat! A wah time now!' I shout as I run frantically to check the time on my phone . It's 8 am and it's Sunday. I breathe a sigh of relief as I think 'Mi na drink till mi drunk suh again a pussyole.' I sit in the couch holding my head from the throbbing pain of the splitting headache that I'm experiencing. The pain becomes unbearable so I decide to check what Teah prepared for breakfast. The kitchen's empty and everything is pristine clean. At this point I'm enraged but I quickly calm down when I remember the reason there's nothing for me to eat. She walks into the living room and gives me a look of unfamiliarity and scornfulness as if I was stranger that broke into her living room. She walks past me without say a word and I feel a pitfall in my stomach. I stare at her in disbelief as I say to her 'Good morning Teanna.' "What's so good about it?" She says to me. "See yuh phone a ring non stop, mus one a u bloodclaat bitch them a call yuh." she utters bitterly. She's right. A the one Latty a call mi. Gal nu have a bloodclaat shame.
She walks over to me and shouts"Ansa yuh fucking phone!"
"Mi nu have no time fi that right now, all i want to do is make things right with you babe." I reply.
"Who just call yuh Jax?" she screams at me as she wrestles with me trying to get ahold of my phone.
She finally grabs my phone. An imessage pops up and she reads it aloud.
"Babe I'm trying to reach you, I'm so worried about you. Please give me a call!" she shouts then throws my phone. I scamper to the ground trying to pick it up. I check the sender and it's motherfucking Latisha. I feel as if the roof capsized over my head
"Mi haffi cut off da fucking gal ya." I think as Teanna cusses me out.
I walk to the bathroom because I know she gets violent and I wouldn't do anything to hurt her, except for fucking a few bitches.
**********Teanna's POV****************
At point I am flabbergasted, I feel as if I'm living in a nightmare."A,must dream mi a dream to rass!" I exclaim as he walks to the bathroom.
"Yuh betta, cause yuh know mi wi fuck yuh up in ya today and call the funeral home!" I shout at him hysterically as I fight to hold back the tears.
I run to the guest room and plunge into the bed, crying like a baby.
The door knocks and he says"I'm going to the gym."
"Guh dead," I shout to him.
My phone rings unceasingly and I check to see who it is. It's Chin. I put the phone face down as I continue to mourn. "Dis a the last fucking time him a get mi fi cry like this, that pussyole dead to me," I tell myself.
"Wah ya seh?" I angrily answer the phone.
"Teanna? It's Weston. How are you?" a familiar male voice says.
"I'm okay." I reply.
"I'd like to invite you out." he says.
"I've got a lot to do today." I tell him.
"Yea it sure sounds that way, I'll send you the location. See you at 7 pm."
"But i......" I say as he hangs up the phone.
As much as I'd like to stay home and drown in my sorrows, a little company wouldn't hurt.
I search through my closet for an outfit. Something classy and sexy but not provocative. I decide to go with my white guiseppe dress and a pair of heels. Nothing too fussy.
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As I head out the door, I see Jackson's car coming from a distance. I rush to my car, reverse down the driveway, and drive down the street. Our eyes meet as I drive past him.
"Weh d bumboclaat ya guh Teanna!" screams Jax as i stroll past him.
I wanted him to see how good I look. I could hear the anger in his voice. He was big mad and that gave me a burst of excitement. I smile fiendishlyas I think "Mission accomplished."
