Times Three (X3)

CHAPTER 42 - Birth Name

Previously On Triplets Apart:
The president spills the entire truth about the girls to everyone involved inside the meeting. The parents undergo a series of shock, disbelief  and other emotions about this revelation. The girls are also very taken away by the whole thing.

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Once again... another episode of revelation. Are these families going to be sadly impacted? Yes. Does David wants his daughters back? He most certainly does. Are the parents going to be strong enough to give them up? Who knows but I highly doubt it.

After about half hour of question and answering, David decides we all should take a break to rejuvenate our minds. He has to leave now anyway with Tyrell to attend a meeting for about an hour as Tyrell is basically now his right hand instead.

I pace straight to the kitchen to pour myself some scotch, Tariq follows silently.

"Hey, are you okay?" Tariq leans unto the marble island.

Chuckling, I glance at the glass in my hand while turning it slowly. "Yeah."

"Tell you what.. we get away tonight.. on a real date.. just you and me." He slowly moves a strand of hair from my face as my sudden release most of my stress.

"I'd love that."

"And no more alcohol."

"Maybe." I shrug innocently at him.

"I wasn't asking you to stop though, that was an order." His tone is bored and I scoff, slightly intrigued.

"Yeah Jada, no more alcohol." Mariyah's voice adds to the room.

"You people know I'm not gonna listen anyway, right?" I ask.

"I'm serious! Have you seen how she drinks lately?" Mariyah asks Tariq in a serious tone and he glances at me with knitted brows.

"It's not a good thing, J." Tariq agrees with her.

"Yeah. You could end up being an addict, or worst!" Mariyah raises her voice a bit and I don't really think appreciate that.

"What the hell are you talking about? Like seriously, are you listening to yourselves right now?" I am getting irritated and that's the last thing they want right now.

"She's just concerned, she's your sister." Tariq adds.

"She's. Being. Overprotective." I say, throwing my hands up, emphasizing on each word.

"You are overprotective!" Mariyah yells back at me, her face scrunched up from being immensely annoyed.

"Can you just not?" I place my open palm less than an inch away from her face.

"Can you not?" She slaps the drink off the island in defense, deeply aggravated by my gesture.

Glancing at the glass shattering on the floor in shock, I've never seen Mariyah get this physical.

I guess it's now safe to say that our personalities are even now.

"You stupid idiot! Look what you did!" I yell. Mariyah steps close to my face, glaring daggers at me.

Tariq still being shocked by Mariyah's reaction, now snaps out of the trance and intervenes by separating us with his hands.

"Is something wrong?" A deep French accent interrupts, the voice lined with worry and concern.

We all twist our bodies to the entrance to find Phoebe staring at us worriedly.

"Uuhh.. yea." I stutter with slightly raised brows, clearly embarrassed.