Reign's POV

*Elevator door dings*

"Oh my freaking God!" Blonde shouts. "It's even better than I imagined!"

She ran towards the glass windows, leaning her body against the glass.

"Neva see come see!" I chuckled.

"What was that? I never seem to be able understand you at all!" She pivoted flashing a puzzling smile in my direction. "Nev come see!, what does that even mean?"

'Watch har bloodclaat to nuh, she feel mi up fi nuh small talk?'

"Oh, thats just the Jamaican way of saying its beautiful!" I reassured her. "But you know what'll be way more beautiful than that view?"

I crashed myself on the oversized couch that centered the penthouse then took a sip from the Johnny Walker on rocks that o ordered. Slowly dis-robing her midthigh spandex dress. Lately I have been craving a more dark plumpier figure, but given the circumstances, this will have to do!

"Now why don't you tell me?" She bit her insanely long claws and catwalks slowly towards me.

She had brown roots which flowed into a blonde neck length Bob. Her skin was as pale as they could get, kinda vampire like, excepting her face, that was 'made up' like the beds Mama P would make. You could tell that she was a girl who wore makeup 24/7s and to be honest, I don't think would want to see her without.

Her figure was slimmer than that of a typical 'Jamaican Slimmaz', but, it was the trick with the Olives in her martini that grabbed my attention!

"You, in that black lingerie you bragged that you had underneath that dress!"

"Now that's probably true!" She seductively answered.

"Well there's only one way to find out?" I flashed her a grin.

She pulled the straps of her dress down her shoulder one by one in attempt to get it fully off.

I reached for the phone that was in my pocket. It was an incoming video call from Mama P. We spoke atleast twice per week every week since I flew out.

'Shit! Mama P!'

She was convinced I was out on business when the truth was, 'mi only deh ya fi cool out!' And I hadn't told her about the breakup yet because I just felt it wasn't my place to tell her, so I just went with the flow.

And just like that I was no longer in the mood for blonde. She had to go, I couldn't allow Mama P to even glimpse her or hear her in the background.

'Worse how mi nuh know if she chill and know ee code like wi yaadie dem!'

"Sorry you gotta go right now!" I got up and headed towards the elevator and pressed the button.

"What? You've gotta be fucking with me right now!" Her brows knit in confusion. "But I just got here!"

'Cho Bomboclaat!'

"My wife's on her way up!" I lied. That was the only thing I could think of to get her out faster. "Yeah and she's pissed, so its best if leave.... now!"

"You're wife???" She literally ran in the heels.

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She hopped it as if it was her last flight.

The phone was on its second ring and I was already laying in the sofa trying to sell my story.

"Hel..."

"Den how yuh look like a wake mi wake yuh up so?" Mama P asked.

Casidy's POV

"Bwoii mi no know how unu dweet sa. 3 months and una no see each other? Mi coulda neva dweet" Mummy rambled as I drove her to drop her off at her home. "Right now if Clifford decide fi fly out fi qo long, masa.... mi tell him fi call it a day, cause ki nuh know a who did ago wait pon him fi so long!"

'Jesas peas man TMI!'

"LAWG GOD MUMMY MAN!"

I was completely grossed out. I don't know why she finds it relevant to share her sex life with me. She always seems to enjoy terrorizing me with the details.

"But hear mi dying trial ya!" She chuckled. "So mi no smaddy to??? Mi naa nyam saal? Yuh think a yuh one have nature?"

"Just done man! Thank God wi reach yuh yard!" I pulled up to the gate.

"He-hehe! Yuh gwaan man..." She opened the door and climbed out. "Speaking if the devil!"

I turned my head to see Mr. Clifford leaning up to the meter post, waiting on his Paulette 'fi go get dem freak on!'

'Ol rabbit dem!'

It was now time to go meet up with Kelly. She had Charity for the day, while I got some work done today. With Reign out of the country, I had to fill in the gaps and be in office. Even though we had broken up, I still had a job to do that I was getting paid to do.

Besides, work was my escape from facing reality. And boy let me say, reality's been hitting really hard!

'I fucking miss him!'

But I was too much of a stuck up to put my pride aside and call him and apologize. I mean, we did talk, but its been on the work line or via email and strictly about bisiness.

'Aaah bwoii!'

I was still mad at him... well I was so damn angry with him about Jade, the baby and mostly for leaving, without even saying goodbye. But o. The other hand, i was mad at myself also. For pushing him away and for not being able to say 'fuck it' and call him or for even being able to move on without him!.