𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮- 𝗖𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗦𝗸𝗶𝗲𝘀 (Book Two)

52

ᴘᴏᴠ ᴏᴅᴇᴀɴ✾

I press the phone closer to my ear as I reach for the towel that I placed on the lounge chair to dry my wet body.

I ignore the hungry stares of the group of women who sat under a huge lounge umbrella a few lounge chairs from me and openly voice their appreciation of my wet slicken muscular body.

"Yuh a come back up fi finural Tuesday OD?" Myopah asks on the other end.

"A DD mi waah know bou My," I said bluntly.

I heard her sigh and then answer. "Him a gwaan man."

"Gwaan man?"

"Him wake up this morning and evrything stable but him naah really talk to nobody," she informed her heavy English accented voice laced with sadness. "I wish you were here to get him through the burden of losing Simone."

"My mi cyaah manage d increasing drama of that place yaah man," I said sitting down and reaching for my drink on a small table by the chair.

"Not how I had expected our return here to be," she sighed. "Mal is bearly holding up, mums is on the verge of breaking apart trying to find the strength to get the funeral in place and deal with DD's incident. If one more shit comes up I don't know what's going to happen."

I place my drink back on the table and sigh.

"It was really an appreciated pleasure to have
Ms. Mama and a few of her church sisters come in to help."

It was a surprise to hear that Patrice's grandmother had come to rally around seeing Ms. Murl had ensured they kept out of each others way. The rift between the two had spanned for years causing even the children to be a part of an unknowing matter.

"Well, mi did jus a check-in," I told her. "After mi done here mi a guh farwud but fi tell yuh d truth if a neva fi Peggy mi cut long time."

"Speaking of Peggy, has her mother arrived?"

"She a land in a d two o'clock bells she seh,"

"Ok then, suh yuh and Peggy a guh finally get the big reveal to this mystery that has been looming over our fam for so long,"

I sat quietly there for a while looking down at the pattern on the concrete of the poolside before my eyes automatically wondered about me. It rested on one of the women who was now standing by the edge of the pool. It seemed she was waiting for my attention and the minute she got it she started towards me.

Her chocolate skin glistened in the late morning sun and the bra of the gold bikini she wore barely covered the twin orbs of her breasts. I saw from where I sat the imprint of a nipple ring beneath the tight leathery material.

She made a slow deliberate walk towards me her hips swaying enticingly as she made her way to me.

I smirk as I watch her. Her knee-length braids swayed with her swaying hips and brush against thighs that boasted multiple tatooes.

I let my eyes openly travel over her and when they came to her face I frown as she brought to my mind an image of Goodaz.

I look away and return my attention back to my call. The last woman that threw herself at me turned out to be a pain in my ass. Right now she was on block and delete but still found ways to get in contact with me.

Her last phone call from a private number was 2:30 this morning when I had only a few minutes to get back to the cabin after leaving Keith and his boys at the bar.

The bitch was utterly getting on my last nerve and the frustration of still not getting with Peggy only increased my distaste and resentment.

"Hey handsome," she said striking a pose a few inches from me my eyes in perfect sync with her scantily covered buff. "I'm Ophelia."