Fatal Attraction (Jamaican Novel)

•Chapter 22•

Manhattan,NY||Saturday||2:40 P.M

Tanoi Cunningham

"Him name Michael, Puerto Rican", Dad gave me the little details to the last person I'm meeting with for today.

Turns out him book the flight from yesterday and only tell me when me wake up 10:00 o'clock inna the morning. The flight was at 1:00 o'clock, cannot stand how him operate when him ready.

Him cuda tell me from Thursday night, him did already call fi the private jet because him have issues with us going through airports.

Him always do this, book a flight and tell we just few hours before and then expect me fi reach on time, outta the three pikney dem is me him want fi reach on time.

Siiiccckkk.

I left Chey at the pent house living her best life, left her in the jacuzzi eating chocolate covered strawberries and drinking champagne, she act like is the first time she flying over here.

She always act like a the first time, getting dressed in the same silk robe and slippers, spending a hour and a half in the jacuzzi, then she's going to order all the junk food she can, eat, watch foolishness and then fall asleep with with everything around her.

Dad paid for the place, I don't ask the price of anything because I'm not the one spending the money.

It was actually nice coming here, I met with three out of the four people I was to see. All I had to do was confirm a few things and get papers signed, collect and deliver some cash.

"Princess, yaah listen to me?" Dad asks as I inspect the picture he sent to me of the man.

He told me to go to a restaurant called Trevor's, the place was quite nice, I've been here once when I came here last year. It was basically a pancake house, a breakfast place, they closed at 4:30 P.M, opening at 9:00 A.M, I enjoyed their waffles that one time.

I'm surprised his associate chose this place, the others chose fancy places.

"Yeah, Michael, Puerto Rican, black suit, curly hair, yeah", I spot a man who matched his description sitting at a table speaking with a waitress.

"Alright, let me know when it's done" Dad instructs.

I hang up with a hum, making my way over to the table.

I'd be lying if I said Michael wasn't handsome, he didn't look a day over 25, no facial hair, tanned skin, I know that's his skin color but it just looks so fake.

He noticed me approaching him, promoting him to stand up.

And he's tall?!.

"Miss Cunningham"

Mighty God!. Him accent nice eh!!

"Hello", he motions for me to sit before taking his seat.

"I hope you don't mind I ordered a little bit before you arrived", him accent nice fi real.

"That's fine, I'm not sure what exactly we're meeting for" I answer honestly.

He nods, reaching into his suit to get a very flat, white envelope. He placed on the table then slid it over to me, I took it and flipped it over to look at it.

Miss Cunningham

With confusion, I look over to him slowly, my eyes asking him what this meant.

"I delivered it just the way I was instructed"

"Thank you", I put the envelope inside my purse, "that's it?".