EST. 2024
JAMAICAN STORY.
The story of 21-year-old Talia Rainford, who left her abusive boyfriend and believed she was done with relationships, only to encounter the don who made her reconsider.
In order to find out how she overcome the obstacles sh...
Location: CELLAR8 Date: January 27, 2024 Time: 9:15 PM.
DREW's POV:
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"Hurry up, so me can get fi cut." Checking my watch and seeing that it is almost 10:00 is making me feel irritated. I was at a restaurant that Ashely recommended we try. She insisted that we visit this place because she's been hearing great reviews of it, and since we usually schedule dates, we should give it a try.
"What's your problem? You've been so grumpy the whole night, usually you don't act like this." She puts down her fork, which only made me more annoyed because I wanted her to finish her meal so we could leave. She has a tendency to eat provocatively slow, which makes me have to sit and watch her waiting for her to finish so we can leave. I am not able to tolerate it tonight.
"Just finished your food, me tired and wah go home." I truly desired to return home. To Talia.
"Are you sure?" I didn't give a response. She began eating once again, taking larger bites. I'll assert that she understands better since I am just a few minutes away from leaving her behind.
"You know what I've noticed..." She takes a moment to think before continuing to speak. "I can always determine whether you guys are on good or bad terms." She explains, gazing over at me from her seat. I can already tell she was about to start some shit.
"Me swear if you nuh hurry the fuck up me a left you in yah." I don't give a fuck what terms she thinks me and Talia are on. Whether it's good or bad, she will always remain as my side peace, and it will always stay that way. I've told her this from the get go.
"I just can't seem to understand what a server has over me. Sure, her body may look better, but she's not prettier and she's not smarter than me, otherwise she wouldn't be working as a slave taking orders and serving people." I won't lie, I was taken aback by her words. She's never been prone to speaking negatively about anyone.
Ashley can be a bitch when things don't go her way. She has made it abundantly clear that she wants us to be serious, and I'm tired of telling her my interest isn't there. I don't want her because she's just a good fuck to me, for whenever Talia acts up. I don't consider the complications she brings with her manageable and I am averse to being with someone who already has an advantage over me by being our company's HR.
"Easy yuh self and nuh start yuh fuckry." Despite the demeaning status of her job, I am the only one who can talk shit about it, not us.
"How much time we a go have the same discussion?" She sat there gazing at me, probably pondering what to say next.
"So what, you're going to keep me around until you're ready to throw me away?"
