𝘗𝘖𝘝 𝘔𝘌𝘋𝘡᯽

"Patrice!"

I watch as she kept on walking. I hurriedly followed her as she made for the stairs.

"Ritchie meet mi a mi car," I called to the figure who stood by the stairway his big bulk relaying a lazy carefree manner that belied his alertness.

I quickly continued after Patrice. As I made my way from the rooftop bar I deliberately avoided the curious and intrigued stare of the patrons who stood watch to the drama that Zindi has created.

I swore under my breath as I wipe my lips hating the fact that I allowed her to get that close to me. Zindi knew we did not stand any chance of ever getting back together yet she deliberately played like we did.

"Pat..."

Her name died on my lips and my voice stuck in my throat as I stared infront of me.

Wha the fuck him a duh yah? Did Patrice call him?

I felt my blood boil as I watch him grasp her hand but it was the look of total and utter concern on his face as he gazed at her that had me lessing the distance between them and me with longer strides.

Nuh waah no man a wul on pan mi ooman.

I was only an arm's length from them when I saw their attention turn to me approaching them. I paid Odean no mind as I reach out to take hold of Patrice but she shrugged off his grip and continued to leave.

I could feel his eyes on me as I stepped past him but what surprised me was when his hand shot out and grip my shoulder.

A wha di bloodclaa...?

"Jus Know Seh A Mi Av Ar First..."

I knew what he was implying and what he was also stating.

I look down at the hand on my shoulder and then at him. How easy it would be to stoop to his level, but Patrice was never about claiming so that I could brag that I had her before some another man.

Patrice was more than a conquest for me. She was never another notch in my belt or to increase my bragging rights. If only this asshole never kept on being in the way or holding such an integral part of her life I would have long ago gotten this through to her.

"Yow a betta yuh leggo off a mi," I said coldly shrugging from his grasp and hurrying after Patrice.

I caught up with her just as she was walking down the corridor that separated a series of bars and clubs. You could hear the faint sounds of music seeping through the guarded doors.

Fuck she have on heels and a duh road so!

"Hey," I said sprinting the distance to catch up with her.

"Wah yuh a fallah mi fah?" she asked turning to face me.

"Mi need yuh fi stop e foolishness," I said taking a hold of her hand.

She gave a humorless chuckle as she look at me. I could tell this was not going to be good.

"If a mi like yuh, yuh lef mi alone mek mi gwaan weh mi a guh," she told me her eyes glaring daggers at me.

"Listen let's go back to the hotel and talk."

She pull her hand away from mine and was about to speak when one of the doors behind us open giving us a full blast of the blaring music within. I watch as it caught her attention and momentarily gave me the chance to pull her along to the stairs that lead to the exit.

"Mi nuh have nothing fi seh to yuh enuh Maleek Fenton," she said as we step out into the surprisingly warm night.

"Mi have plenty fi seh to yuh," I responded as I continue to take her to the car that was parked across the road with Ritchie patiently waiting.

I waited for a series of cars to pass and proceeded to cross the road. She kept trying to pull her handnfrom mine but I held on tightly.

"Galang back to yuh gal mi good enuh," she said coldly and then added sarcastically. "I meant to say wife, am sorry."

Ritchie open the door as I promptly unlocked it from the remote attached to my car keys and I refrain from answering as I helped her in the passenger seat and close the door.

I made my way to the driver's side and open the door and promptly reach for the manila envelope on the back seat.

I look at Patrice but she was staring down at her phone and scrolling through some app, clearly her way of ignoring me but am sure she could hear.

"Remember dah ting deh mi did seh mi a guh mek yuh deliver to Zindi," I said giving him the envelope.

"Yeah man," he responded nodding.

"A it dis, mek mi know when she get it so mi can inform mi lawyer." I told him. "As dah divorce yah well ova due."

"Kool, mi wi duh dat."

"Mi a bounce mek mi know e settings zeen," I said getting in the car.

Patrice shifted closer to the door and continue to move her fingers over the screen faster sending posts zipping up rapidly on the screen. I watch her pause at a post and I realize that she was on Instagram.

Did she see the posts I made of the picture I took off her WhatsApp status? I was posting her and pictures of our time spent everywhere. My facebook posts were rocking up comments and likes along with a lot of love.

I wanted her and everyone to know where I stood with her if only I hadn't been so complacent and let things get out of hand.

Obviously, she saw something as she quickly look from the phone to me then back again before locking it and placing it on her lap.

I hope she realized I meant every word.

"Should I be impressed?" I heard her ask after we pull away.

So she did see.

"Naah try impress yuh enuh Patrice just a express mi feelings fi yuh," I replied.

"Wah unuh man tek ooman fah, poppyshow?"

"Yuh feel seh wah mi posts a gimmicks mi deh pan?"

"Yuh tink putting up a picture of us with some fancy caption a guh change e fact seh d same ppl and probably more see yuh wife a clean yuh fuckin tonsil wid ar tongue while mi tan up deh like so rass butu."

"Yuh tink mi deh wid yuh fi please ppl?"

She stared at me but said nothing.

"Fi months mi a look yuh before yuh gi mi a chance an dat was me just putting one foot through the door way and yuh ensure all mi get fra yuh a phone sex wen yuh let mi in. A nuh dat alone mi want. Yuh tink a one night stand thing mi deh pan?"

Silence fill the inside of the car except for the occaisonal whoosh of cars seeping in through the open windows.

"A yuh mi want dats y mi stick around with every intention fi show yuh weh mi stand. Mi all friggin beg yuh fi deh wid mi like mi nuh use to ooman a rass."

I sigh and shook my head.

"Mi even a secretly hope yuh a breed fi give mi further leverage fi kip yuh inna mi life to rassclaat."

I glance over at her them back at the road.

"If a pussy alone mi did want fra yuh mi cut when mi get it especially when mi c mi av a rival."

I knew she know when, who and what occaision I spoke off.

"But nothing that is worth it is going to be easily attain so mi patiently tek weh mi get until mi get weh mi want an now mi av yuh mi naah let yuh guh."

We were at the hotel now and after I parked we sat there for a while. I reach for her hand and she pulled it away.

"Patrice please."

"Fuckoff with the soap opera script Medz. Dats y mi nuh duh relationship because them neva fucking sail through the storm fi mi dem always sink!"

She was out of the car before I could stop her. I swore as I hit the steering wheel in anger and frustration.

"Bombobloodclaattt!!!"

Kmt!

I hurriedly open the car door. I left it open and rush to go after her. I cared for nothing but getting the woman I love.

"Patrice please, stop!"

"WHY? why hhmmm?" she ask turning around to face me as I came up to her.

"Because I brought you here to let you know I need you. I need you to stay with me please baby."

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Nuff love 🇯🇲