Fatal Attraction (Jamaican Novel)

•Chapter 39•

Marabelle Estate||Tuesday||8:04 P.M

Tanoi Cunningham

"Bestiiieeee!"

I'm tackled by Chey, I fall back into the couch with a groan.

She not even care seh mi pregnant.

"I missed you!" she squeals, hugging me tightly.

"Cheyenne" I mumble into her shoulder, "yaah suffocate me".

"I know"

She lays her head on my belly, caressing it.

"Where were you?" I ask her, "haven't seen you in days".

"Mommy did have some things a deal wid so me did affi stay with her"

"Oh oh, I've been thinking about going on a vacation"

"Oooohhhh, where and who we a carry?"

Den a who tell her me did ago carry her wid me?.

"Bora Bora, Mani and I were talking about it last night and he thought it would be nice"

"Without me?"

"Maybe, he's kinda busy with work and Renae being under his skin so we're not sure"

She hums, "if you two don't get to go then maybe I'll go with you".

"Yeah, that would be great"

Dre walked in holding a jar of pickled peppers.

He wanted fish today so I fried fish for him, he didn't know what he wanted with it, I left him to decide that, I guess he only ate the fish.

"This hot?" he asks holding up the jar, "it looks hot".

"Yes it's hot" I answer nodding, "you didn't eat anything else with the fish?".

"No, mi ask English to buy bacon bread on his way home can heat it up and eat it with it", his eyes fall on Chey, "mi think yuh never did ago bada come".

"Yuh bredda never stop until mi agree, all inna him mind feel like me and him a friend"

Dre chuckled lightly, "doh worry mi soon married to you".

"Dat me a wait pon"

I look between them, "hurry up, tired a the two a unu".

Chey got up to follow behind Dre, I hear her laugh out inside the kitchen and him chuckling.

Sumn bout dat likkle bwoii, mi naah help him if English want fi beat him.

Him wuda deserve it.

I'm in my room trying to fall asleep when my phone starts to ring, I look at it to see Imani's contact.

Sighing, I let it ring.

Mi know him ago vex bout it but right now me cyaah talk to him.

Fi know him affi deh which part Renae deh just make me stomach sick.

But yuh know ano fi him fault.

Mi know that, chro.

I watched as the phone rang a few more times.

The screen lights up and I see twelve missed calls, I don't bother to pick it up as he texted over and over.

I'm not in the right to be doing this to him, but I don't know what else to do.

It was hard enough having to hide our relationship and now I have to just be okay with him being with someone else.

I know I told him to do it but there wouldn't have been any other solutions.