《The Jamaican Savage and Ratched kinda Love》'The Reigning'
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Reign's POV
Its good to have resources all over. It barely took anytime to know where she spent the weekend. With one phone call I was able to unlock all that info and given the call I got early about her chauffeur, it was easy to put the pieces of the puzzle together. 'Big client weh?!'
I never intended to approach her this way but in the heat of the moment the rage just took over.
"A wa yuh really deh pon C?"
Her eyes widen and I could've I sworn I saw them turn pitch black! I watched her walk over to my chest of drawers and braced for a moment. I knew she was trying to calm down and I watched until she was completely still.
Within 30 seconds I had to site what seemed to be cologne bottles, one after the next.
The shattering of glass sound the room while I paid keen attention to every bottle or jar heading my direction. All my branded colognes were now gone and their many fragrances fought for dominance.
'Like mi stir up the beastess! She a waan mad mad gyal!'
"Fuck yaa do Casidy?" I charged over and grabbed her hand.
"Yuh ready fi move outta mi way?" She shouted.
"Watch ya no!" I tried to calm her down saying, "Charity a sleep, she up from early this morning so jus bill!"
She took a deep breath and in a lower tone, exclaimed, "Move!"
To be honest, I didn't want to stir her up again so I tried to tame my anger, 'because di two a wi inna temper no good a pussyclaat!' I don't know how I was going to, but I had to finally put this to an end and tell her how I truly felt.
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'Worst how another dog a dig out mi fucking bone!'
"C, mi sorry. Mi just waan talk," she hissed her teeth and tried to curve around me. Holding her in place, "Watch ya nuh!" I pleaded.
"What!"
"Lets sit and talk Casidy!" I begged. I am going against all 'Gangsta Protocols' for this one. There was no denying feelings anymore! She was more than I pictured her to be. From the moment I met her, there was something different about her. I still don't know what it is, but all I knew was that I wanted her and thats definitely what I intend to get!
'She coulda deal! After today, she's infinitely mine!'
She looked down on my hands and I held them up with my palms opened. I saw the dying anger turn into peace and her breathing slightly back to normal.
"Casidy Please!" I paused pointing to the bed, "let's sit down!"
With a sigh she made her way over to the bed. I took a moment to make sure she was totally calm and thats when I realized she was sweating. I reached for the AC remote but put it back down when I realized there was a choking aroma. I slid the door to open the balcony instead.
Casidy's POV
The sound of the rain 'pitter paterring' against the balcony was so therapeutic. Within seconds of hearing it, my world stood. The scent of freshly wet dirt filled the room and the manly mist was now faint.
'Oh I love the Reign... I mean the rain!
Rain or Reign?
Could it be both?
Yes I love Reign, but do I love, LOVE Reign?'
I was dizzy with confusion. Squinting close my eyes, I rubbed my temples. I felt his presence and I opened my eyes to him.
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There he was and my heart stopped!
'Wait .. what?' My subconsciousness exploded.
I was supposed to be angry! 'Wasn't I? Yes!' Then why was I deeply mesmerized by him sitting so close to me?
I was deeply confused and by the looks of his face, he was too.
His eyes never left mine. He reached out to take my hand and something fluttered in my chest.
"Reign I...." the plea in his eyes threw me off.
"Casidy wa mi about fi tell yuh, I don't know how mi go dweet, but mi just ago mek it flow out" he squeezed my left hand that was now in both of his. Heat waves danced throughout my hands and made its way into every cell.
"The first time I saw you, I just looked over at you and thought to myself, yeah da B ya sexy! And knowing how I was, the thought of having you in my bed crossed my mind, yes! I was more intrigued when I saw you take on all those men in the game of pool and played them silly. Mi neva see that yet!"
I couldn't help but chuckle. He was always amazed by my quite advanced skill in pool. Always cheering me on and daring me to make some impossible shots.
"The moment mi see da bwoii deh put him hand pon yuh mi wol on tight pon mi gun ready fi pump two shot inna him. Cause that a wa mi born come see mi Pa a do! My mada neva could escape some bloodclaat lick wa him would gi har!" I was so shocked because that was the very first time he ever went so in dept with anything pertaining his family. My heart felt heavy and the tears definitely started to congregate. He closed his eyes for a bit and opened them regaining his stare.
"The moment mi see yuh clench yuh fist , mi easy back and watch. Then mi see yuh fist him send him clear cross the room. Mi seh is like mi enlightened!" His smile lightened the room and my heart skipped a beat. "If only mi mother did have the courage and strength wa you have she woulda probably still deh ya today!"
'RIP MOMMY!'
"When yuh rush out mi just did affi follow yuh fi mek sure yuh ok. Yuh fiesty still eno... but mi did so drawn to yuh that after yuh fuck yuhself ..." he chuckled. "And go inna di car, mi still affi concerned bout yuh." I could see his whole heart through his eyes.
"But Casidy, yuh see when mi see yuh naa drive off and mi decide fi check and yuh a cry, mi heart move! Mi did affi mek yuh go blow off da steam deh."
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