Jazariah's POV
5:15 am
The first breakfast in my new home brought me comfort as I sat up watching 'Money heist', my favorite series. With my body on the edge, filled with impending doom, I hesitated to look down, using only my right hand to control the fork to feed my face.
"Bomboclatttt! If Tokyo ever fucking dead inna dis fuck me stop watch dah idiot show yah." I blurted out.
The suspense was killing me and I positioned myself upright on the bed. Breaking my concentration was my high pitched ringtone, the fright led to the glass of chardonnay being emptied on my white sheet.
Chro fuck.
As I stretched over to the night stand to grab my phone, a number I couldn't make out slid across the top.
Could a who this now? 5 o clock inna the mawning? Me nah answer dat.
For a house filled with various furnitures and appliances, I didn't expect it to feel so empty. Then again, this was the advantage of my previous actions.
"Six months alone eno, man did swear seh mi a wifey." I shook my head.
Brandon was foolish, he didn't give our relationship the time it needed to thrive instead it was all gifts and luxury which, made up for his character flaws.
My train of thoughts was interrupted by my ringtone once again.
Dah person yah nave nuh manners eno.
"who dis? " I asked before a moment's thought after pressing accept.
"You nuh answer phone badman? " A familiar voice asked causing my cheeks to move upwards.
"A who dis, fadaa Jermaine??" I blurted out while laughing disgustingly.
" Prison neva change you e.." Jermaine said in a slightly pissed tone of voice.
" Serious sumn why yah call me a early morning? You piss yuh bed?" I spat out.
" Dawg u nuh rest? Me and di man dem a touch road lata? You nuh wah fawud? U can tan deh lock up ina di house still, I know is cuz you used to confinement." Jermain retaliated.
"Whatever, do yuh ting." I said rolling my eyes.
" Ten o'clock yere?" He said
" Yah guh pull up to a empty house." I replied and hung up. Now I had to find something to wear.
With Netflix time flew quickly, one episode you were eating breakfast, the next it's minutes to ten in the night.
I took my time and got dressed in a black shorts, a long sleeved crop top and my black wallabees, of course with jewelry. Jermaine's car horn sounded about a hundred times as I finished up my makeup and hair.
Mi nice yuh fuck.
Upon arrival to the party my eyes danced over the place, there were eyes everywhere, eyes on asses, eyes on drinks, some eyes even met mine.
Jermaine's and his friends instantly got lost in the crowd of drunkards.
"Hello beaudiful lady, what can I get for you on this lovely night." A man came up to me baring his teeth and said.
I looked him from head to toe and laughed.
"Nothing that I can't already get myself." I said and walked off to the bar.
Jermaine met up with me.
"Yow yaarite? U look stiff yuh fuck, loosen up man, guh get wah drink and come enjoy you self." He said dancing to the song playing.
"Gwaan nuh ute, a dat mi jus bout fi do." I told him.
In an effort to retain my sober state I played it safe with a Smirnoff ice. I lingered at the table for a while just to scope out the area. Another perk of being an ex convict.
Observant
I was joined by someone at the bar table. A female.
"Ice? U lame e girl?" She said
She was short, lightskin and her hair looked relaxed. She was pretty no doubt about it.
I shrugged.
"Girl you nice bad, guh find one a dem man deh rub up uh self pon." She said which made me chuckle a bit.
Fool like.
"Ahh watch ya, you see him, him own dah place ya, di man stinking rich, when him walk past you a lone dollars you smell." She said giddily.
I turned around my stool to look on the man she was talking about. A middle aged man sat on a chair around three stools away with his back facing me. I didn't get to see his face but his gold jewelry was almost blinding. I watched as he conversed with another individual who I also couldn't make out laughing every five minutes.
Good fi dem stillz.
"Ahh lata." I said to the nagging female, got up and walked off to my join my cousin and his boyfriends on the dance floor.
Cuz a muss deh dem deh why dem so close.
Javaughn's POV
2:21 am
"Would you like me to pour you gentlemen a drink? " the female bartender questioned
Clown she tek man fa.
I ignored her and continued my conversation with Perry.
"I have a few plazas ready but the complexes might need more work." He spoke in a thick Spanish accent.
For as long as I could remember Perry had always been there. He and my father went to school together but since their argument they hadn't even exchanged glances, it still puzzled me, because nobody knew what the argument was about, but nobody pried.
"Ahh cool, well you know, mi deya, handle di people dem money, a do government work." I said but the person to my left caught my eyes mid sentence.
She deya.
Dah gyal ya cya tan a har yaad.
"Well you know hard work takes you everywhere son, you think I could have all this and not work my ass off everyday?" He said in reference to the area we were currently in and I chuckled taking my eyes from the pest that had been plaguing me for the last two weeks but somehow they always went back.
She swayed her hips while moving her waist in a circular motion. Her melanin illuminated the whole dance floor better than the Kingston city lights.
Fuck.
Perry turned around to meet my stare and laughed as he exhaled his draw from the Cuban cigar.
"Be careful Javaughn, the looks will bring you in, but it's the personality that should make you stay." He said patting my shoulder.
"Nothing like dat Perry, u nuh see seh a mad gyal dat. Plus anuh my scene, bout stay, is a one and cut life dis eno." I said getting up to which my security followed.
"Soon link you again Perry, walk good." I said bringing him in.
"Ahh Javaughn, time for you to leave that job now." He said retreating.
"Ya gimme wuk?" I said and the two of us bursted into laughter.
I looked around at her one more time but this time our eyes met.
Shit.
I knew she was going to recognize me but that honestly wasn't something I was worried about at the moment.
She froze and her eyes opened widely like she had just seen a ghost, her chest quickly moved up and down, so I assumed she was having some hyperventilation issues. Still not breaking the gaze she slowly whispered something to the guy beside her and went out the back door.
Tell dem eno, a always the pretty ones dem.
With that my security guard and I headed out.
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Dangerous Addiction
RomanceI have had my fair share of love, not the type you see in cartoons and movies instead being used, abused and manipulated just because I stood up for my basic human rights. How one could loose every bit of sense they had when infatuated with an indi...
