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?
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***1876411-1112*** This is 24 k Gold. Meet with me at the Bistro's for lunch today. Love, your husband to be.
***Wrong Number*** I text ***1876411-1112** Right number sweet pussy Teanna.
Two dick pics Pop up and I immediately know it is.
***1876411-1112***Recognize who now?
"What the hell do you want!" I shout as this excuse of a man opens the line.
"Come on, you already know what I want. All I have are those sexy little videos you used to send me and your pictures to look at." Jax says.
"Delete them." I text hastily.
"You know I'd never babe." He says as I promptly answer his call.
"I'm blocking you right now. Just low mi." I whisper.
"Ano one man can be don yer. Mi a don ina my own rights. U go see ina due time." He tells me.
"Suck yuh self." I say then end the call.
Wes woulda grung everything if I told him that Jax fucked with his project but I have to find some way to break this fucking shit to him.
"Good hole Teeeeaaah." Chin sings as she picks up my call.
"Girl, I have a problem." I say.
"Wapm yah breed!" She exclaims.
"Girl, fuck no." I tell her.
"The project Wes gave me, is being managed by no other than, Jackson." I say.
"Talk mi a hear u." She says attentively.
"Suh mi arrive at the building, mi know him office on it but mi no pay that no mind girl, checked the documents for the building number n when mi open the door fi mi n him eye make four." I lament.
"Bloodclaat now...carry on." She says.
"The Breda obsessed as fuck, him beg fi suck mi pussy right ina the office. Man deh send threats and refuse to finish the project." I tell her.
"Wonder if him know who name Weston Falconer? A Body bag a call him by him full government name." She says angrily.
"Nuh say so girl." I tell her.
The thought of this makes my stomach turn. I don't wish anything bad for him. I couldn't live with my self if Wes hurt him because of me.
"Suh weh Wes say?" She asks.
"Girl that's why Mi call fi ask yuh how fi break this to him." I say.
"Tell the fuckin man. Weh u mean?" She asks aggressively.
"Yea" I say then abruptly end the call.
"So helpful." I whisper.
"How it guh today babes" Wes asks as he rolls his sleeves up, his shirt's buttoned half way and his dick print in plain sight through his dark blue slim fit pants.
I bite my lower lip as I bask in his beauty.
Weston's POV
"Come here, weh u a go? She ask caressing my dick. "Yuh need fi change yuh pants."
"Business before pleasure." I tell her while rubbing her lips. Equally as horny.
"Not good. I saw Jackson today.....he turns out to be...." She utters softly before I stop her mid sentence.
I hold my hand indicating to her to stop talking then move my ear closer to her lips and I ask her boisterously with fire in my eyes "weh u just seh?"
"Wes it's not what you think! He was at the meeting you sent me today!" She exclaims angrily.
"Fuck yuh mean? Talk straight eno b." I tell her impatiently.
"He's the owner of the development company." She explains. "Him say he's passing the project to another company and he wants nothing to do with us."
I stare at her as I read her emotions and demeanor.
"Teanna don't lie to mi a bomboclaat eno cause mi swear pan everything wah mi own." I shout.
"Pass him bomboclaat!!!!" I shout.
"If a bwoy fuck with my ting eno mi g....nuh seh a word. I say calmly as I regain my composure.
She looks at me with tear filled eyes and mi cya tell if a she fear fi the likle batty bwoy or a love she love him but she try come clean fast make mi know wah fi do.
"Suh Wapm to you?" I ask harshly.
"Mi jus a process everything Wes, this is a lot for me and I feel like I've contributed vastly."
"Yuh fuckin right bou that." I think.
****line up mi shoota. Unu have a mission fi crush *** I text crakah
