😚 Chapter 23 😚

😚 Dean's pov 😚

I went down to Rema with Grung and check off the money that Antoine ask me to, I screwed up my face while I did his laundry and clean the house. I swear he only wanted me to come down here to clean and wash, the money was correct and I didn't see any viable reason other than those. I showered while waiting on the clothes to dry, Demar calls me and carried lunch as an excuse to come and talk to me.

"Mi nuh know if mi a guh get di opportunity fi tell yuh dis again, mi a plan fi guh wey and mi nah come back," he said lowly looking away from me.

I was a little surprise so I ask. "Suh yuh nuh want di donship?"

"Tsk, fi duh wha? Tsk, fi affi a be a murderer? Mi nuh waan tun nuh wanted man, whole heap a life out dey fi live and mi a guh far wey nuhbody nuh know mi," he ask saying.

I looked at him, he was serious and speaking of exactly what I want to do. "I wish to do the same thing," I said. My voice coming out ina breathy tone.

He rolled his eyes at me and said. "And then yuh come back to him again, mi just a tell yuh because mi rate yuh and one time mi did hope sey we woulda leave here and guh mek life."

My eyes filled with tears that ran down my cheeks with the memory of us talking about our wish, it seemed like dark ages ago. One of his arms came around me and then the other, he rest his chin on my head and I wrapped my arms around him. His body as always felt firm, strong and comforting, only this time he is more mature and I realise he was as tall as Antoine only a bit leaner.

"Just tek care a yuhself," he said breaking out of our embrace.

I wiped at my face unable to look up at him. "Mi a guh wey cause yuh done know how dem people yah love talk a'ready," he says and I sigh.

I look at him looking at me and then his face took on an antogonized look, he took the two steps he had taken away from me back to me and use his long middle finger to tilt my face upwards. With an animalistic groan his lips came down on mines, our tongues fought and explored each others mouth until we finally break for breath. We stare at each other then began kissing hungrily again, the gate opening cause us to break apart quickly.

Demar shook his leg and jumped three times dropping hard on his feet, then leaned against the open back door. I filled my mouth with some of the food as Grung walk up to the back door. "A wey yah duh yah?" He ask Demar.

"Wey you a duh yah?" Demar ask him in turn and he look in without answering.

"Di soldier buoy dem still out dey suh?" Demar ask him and I knew it was an excuse.

"Mi nuh pass none a dem out dey," Grung replies.

"A'right, Dean big up yuhself," he said and walk off through the back door.

"Yuh soon ready?" Grung ask me.

"Just di clothes dem pon di line fi tek up," I told him pointing at the line.

His phone rings and he said excuse and walk off, I surmise someone might have call and told him Demar had came here. He left saying he'll be ready in the next hour, Demar call me and ask. "What did I tell you?"

We chat for a while and then he directs me to the camera panel for the house, I didn't know it was there and I saw that he had froze the cameras. After a few seconds he told me that it was ok and I close the panel and move away, he end the call after and I wondered what Antoine would do if he knew Demar could do that without being inside the house. It was kind of creepy that he actually has a hand over Antoine without him realizing it.

Antoine thinks he can rule everyone too much, it didn't hurt to know Demar had an upper hand over him. Serves him right I thought was a sly chuckle, I took up the clothes from off the line and was ready when Grung came. He was serious until we reach Harbour View he ask firmly.

"Why yuh ask Demar fi bring lunch fi yuh and yuh could a ask mi fi duh dat?"

"Is something wrong wid me asking him to?" I ask him in turn with a blank look on my face.

He seem to be thinking about what to say before saying. "Demar nuh duh nutn widout a reason dhese days an' yuh suppose to know dat, him just buy di lunch and bring come gi yuh widout anyone knowing. If a neva di chappa pon di scope mi wouldn't even know sey him dey over yah and suh long tuh."

"Huh! What?!" I ask not totally surprised.

"How long!" I said with a puzzled look on my face.

He appeared uncomfortable and I said. "Whosoever dey pon di scope tell dem nuh run dem joke dey wid mi, humn! Dem did tell Antoine sey Demar did round a mi yard back wid mi how long mek him beat mi till mi unconcious. When Demar neva even set foot ina di yard, but a nuh dem a guh get fuck- a Antoine cause him a idiot and him love tek hear sey too much fi a don. Demar not even come and dey- dey five minutes, mi nuh waan nuh body watch mi ino cause me a big woman and if mi decide fi bun Antoine there's nothing him nor dem can duh fi stop it."

"Every man a pree Demar, Dean. Yes, mek mi tell yuh cause yuh obviously nuh know, Demar a fuck off di whole a di gal dem and a nuh only ina Rema," Grung stated.

"Antoine nuh use to duh di same thing to?" I ask him with attitude although hearing that Demar was a community fuckis burn mi to the core.

Grung snorted and said. "Him a behave worst dan Antoine, a more dan ten belly him name a call up pon and him nah own none a dem."

"Dat good fi dem, mi only ask him if him coulda buy di food a one place wey Antoine sometime mek him buy food from and him bring it come gi mi. Dem sound jealous a Demar like if dem did dey ina him position dem wouldn't be doing di same thing too," I said unwilling to sell out Demar totally knowing how some of the women and men I grew up amongst are.

He sighed and said nothing more for the rest of the drive while I burn with anger and jealousy at Demar. As soon as he left and I was in my room I call Demar, he didn't answer and I call back.

"Yeah! Mi soon call yuh back," he said.

"Yuh nuh affi call mi back! But yuh coulda atleast have di decency fi nuh put yuh dutty mouth pon mi!" I said in anger and end the call.

I blocked him when he kept calling me back, angry at myself for being upset with him- why was I even angry at him I have no idea. A strange number call my phone and when I heard that it was him, I ended the call and block that number also. I cried myself to sleep feeling hopeless.

The next day I check the travel airlines about flights to different and far parts of the world, Demar was planning and he was right- I will not be seeing him again. I wish him the best, this time when I leave I have no plans to return so I'm planning properly. If I can I'm leaving with Antoine's suitcase of money also, fuck him if he thinks he can just mess up my life without consequences. Now I see why none of his babymothers stayed with him, he is overbearing.

On the news that night Alkaline got sentenced for a few months in prison, I spoke with Adajay and then went to bed. I went to a salon to do my nails the next day and when I was leaving, Demar exits the jeep parked beside mines and took my keys from my hand. I hissed and looked at him badly, while he stood studying me.

"Pass mi key and nuh mek me an' yuh have nutn," I told him firmly.

"A wha Grung tell yuh sey mek yuh suh bitter wid mi?" He ask leaning against my jeep.

I looked at him from his handsome facial features, wide shoulders and tightly muscled upper body, his narrow waist and everlasting long legs with the knees curved outward a bit- making a sexy O when he stands straight. He must wear a size ten or eleven shoes, I thought sizing up his dark red clarks that match the work shirt he was wearing with the company logo embossed on it. My eyes zit down again to the dark blue jeans pants crotches that moved suddenly towards me and I glance back up to his face.

He took my hand and propelled me to his jeep, I got in with a sigh and he drives off.

To be continued...