The Jamaican Don Prised Possession

Somethings off

AHARIA'S POV
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ZY was in one of his rare calm moods — the type where him nuh say much, but the silence feel warm, not cold.

We were stretched out on the bed at his place, eating takeout and watching some action movie I wasn't even following. I fiddled with his fingers while laying my head on his shoulder

"Mek sure yuh eat di plantain dem before me tek dem," he murmured, reaching into my box.

"Touch it and me bruk yuh hand" I warned, slapping his hand playfully.

He chuckled low, eyes barely leaving the screen.

It was one of those nights where i didn't feel the need to talk. Just being near him was enough.

Then his other phone rang.

Not the one I normally see him use — the other one. The slim black one he always keep face down, always on silent.

It buzzed against the nightstand once... then twice.

ZY didn't move immediately.

Then suddenly, he sat up.

"Mi soon come," he said quickly, already standing.

I blinked, confused. "Weh yah go?"

"Just go tek dah call yah bb," he said, already walking out the room, phone pressed to his ear.

I sat up fully now, heart tugging just a little.

From where I was, I could only hear his voice faintly — low, clipped, not like how him talk to me.

"Yeah... Nobody never si yuh?... wait pan me."

Mi tried not to overthink, but mi ears sharp.

He came back in about ten minutes. Calm. Casual. Too casual.

"Yuh good?" I asked, acting like I wasn't just straining fi hear through the door.

"Yeah," he said, like it was nothing. "Work call."

Work. Just a realise seh me doh know wah him actual work be

I nodded slow, eyes flicking to the phone in his hand — the one he now slid into his pants pocket instead of putting back on the nightstand like before.

Everything felt off.

Like a string pulled too tight, waiting to snap.

—

When I left his place the next morning, mi chest still felt heavy.

I didn't know what I was feeling exactly — confusion? Suspicion? A little fear?

I called Meka as soon as I reached home.

She answered on the second ring, sounding groggy.

"Yuh wake mi up," she mumbled.

"Sorry," I said. "Mi just... mi need fi talk to somebody."

She perked up quick. "Wah happen?"

I told her everything. Well — everything mi could explain.

"The way him move last night... me no know gurl .supm nah add up " She was quiet a moment.

"Yuh think him a cheat ?"she questioned

I took a deep breath " girl mnk , maybe him a cheat and a use work fi cover it up but at the same time which work, just a realise seh me doh know wah him actually do fi work so dat a bother me to "

She exhaled slow through the phone. "That so fucking weird , cause Jay leff out bout them time deh to."

My heart paused. "The helll"

"Yeah, like same ten-thirtyish. Say him did affi go meet smaddy ,but neva give no detail" she said

I sat up straighter. "Meka... dem too close fi that be coincidence."

"Exactly," she said. " gurl me nah swr fi no man ino but dis no seen like cheating to me , dis weirdddc, cas aint no way e 2 a dem plan up fi gi we bun same time "

"Same," I admitted. "Mi feel uneasy,"

We both went uneasy

It was like we both realized we knew nothing about the men we sleep beside.

"I feel like... like there's a whole side to ZY mi nuh see yet," I whispered.

"Same wid Jay," she replied. "But mi nuh think we supposed to. At least, not yet."

—

Later that night, I got a text from ZY.

"You good?"

I stared at it for a while before replying.

"Yeah. Just tired."

"Get some rest b , go link yuh lata"

I didn't respond.

Mi needed space to think.

Something didn't sit right.

ZY was hiding something.
Jay was too.
And Meka and I were standing right in the middle of a story we didn't even know was being written.

A part of me wanted to ignore it.
But the other part?

The louder part?

Was ready to start watching every move a little more carefully.

'Cause if something was going on...
Maybe me watch too much movie and a overthinking this shit

Cho, come gah me bed and stop mek dis stress me