The Jamaican Romeo and Juliet

Indignation

"Baby, I've decided that I'm not going back to Dubai. I'm staying here with you so we can better out relationship and you know, get married soon?" She tells me over the phone.

Wah this gal a talk bout married. Yuh see them sitn ya though.

I want her but not like that, the pussy perhaps. But not her.

"Sure yuh wah do that baby? Yard tough eno." I tell her.

"You're talking as if I don't have my Phd in cosmetic surgery and my Degree In dental hygiene. I can open my own practice." She says.

"Alright if a that u wah do then miss. Be my guest." I say

"Why are you taking that tone with me?" She asks disappointingly.

"Nah take no tone eno babes, u old enough to make your own decisions." I reply.

"I'm at my mom's in Cherry Gardens, can you come pick me up? She's dying to meet you." She says.

Her father and I are good friends but I've never met her mom.

Jah know mi nu deh pan that n mi nu really ina the mood fi the 'upper senandru' fuckry ya now." I think.

"Now?" I reply to her.

"Yesss babe right now." She says annoyedly.

"Ok give me five minutes."

I pull up to her mom's villa and I park outside.

She calls as she sees my car and say "Come in Jax."

I enter the house and I'm greeted by her mom's sarcastic smile.

She shakes my hand and says dryly "Mr Harriot. Pleased to meet you."

"Have a seat." She says pointing to the couch.

I sit then Latty sits and the other end of the couch like mi never just dig out har ole last night.

I glance at her and she looks uncomfortable as fuck.

"So Latisha tells me that you're Mr CEO of a big housing development company." She says sarcastically.

" I am." I reply sternly without breaking eye contact.

"Off to a bad bloodclaat start." I think.

" So tell me something, what's the nature of the relationship with that girl that I see posted on your instagram account, you know, the one you're proposed to."

I nearly shit myself upon hearing this old witch spew that from her mouth.

How this bloodclaat woman know bout that?? Mi fucking page private.

Latty instantly spins facing me and stares at me dumbfounded for a minute.

"Engaged!" She shouts.

"Oh, you never knew, sorry to burst your bubble."she says with a crooked smile on her face.

"Jackson! Explain!" She screams at me.

" I'll tell you about that later. I'm no longer engaged." I reply.

She rants and rages about not knowing and she thought she was the one and blah blah blah but the only thing I feel sorry about is that I can't knock her pussyole of a mother right out.

"Latisha, get it together. I already told you we'll talk later." I say to her sternly.

She shuts the fuck up. Good girl.

"How is that any of your business? We've just met and this is the impression that you want to leave me with." I tell her.

" Look at this face, you're never going to see it again. You aren't good enough to be with my daughter, you filthy corporate rag." She shouts.

" Thank God. Witch." I say.

"Take off all those expensive clothes and you're nobody." She shouts to me.

" Mom! You're always trying to destroy my relationships! Jackson, wait on me!" she shouts as I head through the door.

"My little yam head." I think as I smile with my back turned.

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