AMANDA "ASIA" ALEXANDER
"Hello?" I asked as I held the phone to my ear. The number wasn't saved in my contacts which left me puzzled to who it was. I could've heard distant dialogue in the background, but no one responded.
"Hello?" I asked again.
"Amanda I need yuh fi hear mi out. Mi neva did mean fi act d way how mi did ah while ago. So I war fi mek it up to u. War yuh gimmie d chance fi mi tek yuh out dis evening. Way eva yuh war go car me nah really do dem kind ah ting yah," the voice on the other end sighed.
"Anthony fuck off!" I yelled as I slammed the car door. My body slumped into seat and I reached for the seat belt, securing it across my frame.
"Yow cut d fucking attitude nuh! I jus war geh fi kno u betta. Sumn wrong wid tha? Ah kno ah move fucking shaky earlier bur leh we move pass dha. Man jus war open up to u and yar push mi way. Atleast leh me mek it up to u," he said.
"Do you realize how cold and distant you act towards me? You only reach out to me whenever it's beneficial to you. You don't care to check up on me unless you want to fuck. I'm not just looking for sex Anthony! I want more! At least a fucking how was your day would be sufficient. Then u fucking want to wonder why I started acting this way toward you! I'm not some scruff u pick up at the roadside. My worth is way higher than that. If you don't want to put in the time and effort it's best for you to leave me alone!" I responded angrily.
"Yow member we ain't in nuh relationship anuh. We never mek any agreement to anything pertaining to a relationship. Wappen the fuck was that good it made you delusional? Neva once yuh mek it clear to mi way yuh wanted other than wen u ah beg fi me fuck yuh. Yuh very vocal wen it come to that," he said.
"You're so fucking egoistic! YES! I never made it clear what I wanted from you because I was distracted my own sexual urges. Fucking dumb of me to allow you into my life when I'm most vulnerable. But you don't care about that. It's obvious you don't have any type of feelings besides your sexual desires," I angrily said.
In a haste I reversed out the parking lot and in the direction to head home.
"How cud u come up wit ah conclusion ah how me feel bur u wen I neva express my feelings to u? U tink me ah go jus push me cocky inna yuh raw if me neva did have yuh pon ah different level. I dor fuck raw without proof ah test results and it's clear dat yuh trust me too cause u neva question it. By de way wen is ur period supposed to come?" he questioned.
"It's clearly the energy you be giving off is as if u don't give a fuck. One minute your affectionate and the next you're distant. I'm sure you would feel the same way if I was doing you this. I gave you my trust in the heat of the moment but never again! Only now you care to ask when my period supposed to come! But don't even hurt up your head cause I done deal with it!" I exclaimed.
"Amanda fucking shut up! Cause me dey unda d impression dat u on birth control. Why else wud u lowe me to cum in u if u dor war kids. Anyway leh we jus cut dis unnecessary argument. Way eva d fuck yuh dey I givin u ah hour to get home and get ready. We go decide way we going wen I reach, " he angrily said and hung up the phone.
The level of toxicity in our relationship, friendship, situationship or whatever the fuck this was is fucking insane. How hard was it for him to admit that he has feelings for me that span beyond just sex. How the fuck was I supposed to know what's going through his mind. He acts as though him expressing himself to me would make him look less of a man. Like what the fuck is his issue! Why was he putting up a guard when it came to me? Or is this how he always acts in relationships? I barely knew anything about this man but here I was toying with my feelings over a cocky. A damn good cocky but was it really worth it? I yearned to learn more about him and I guess this night was my only opportunity. As much as I wanted to stop talking to him completely, my heart was eager to hear more about who he was behind the armor he brought forth.
I turned the dial on the dashboard to increase the volume of the radio. "Not Nice," by Megan Thee Stallion started playing. Was this a subliminal message or the universe was just fucking with me? Regardless I was rapping along to the lyrics with passion!
I'm on my fuck you shit, bitch, I'm done bein' nice
And when it come to cuttin' people off, I don't think twice
I kept it too real, shit, I kept it too G
And after all I did for bitches this is how they do me?
Bitch, I kept your bills paid, you were sick? I paid for surgery
But I pray you boo-hoo, do me wrong, where they deserve to be
I guess my skin not light enough, my dialect not white enough
Or maybe I'm just not shaped the way to make these niggas give a fuck
But fuck it 'cause I'm black, Biggie-Biggie black, ass biggy fat
Not a nigga on this Earth could take the credit for my stats
I'm in Paris sittin' on the terrace sippin' tea with Ferris
And I know they talkin' down, we just too far gone to hear it
I'm out here cuttin' up, at they neck like button-ups
Everything green like Buttercup, my afro my Powerpuff
Bitch, I'm out here celebratin', on a broke hoe, they're steady hatin'
And if a nigga ain't taller than me in my heels, then he could never play me.
30 MINUTES LATER
After a warm shower, I walked into my room to decide on a outfit for later. Since I was the sole decision maker of where he took me, why not make it worthwhile! I did a quick Google search until I found the number I needed.
Two rings later..
"Thank you for calling Young Island Resort! My name is Allison. How may I be of assistance to you this evening?" she asked cheerfully.
"Good evening, Allison. I would like to know if you guys have any available reservations for dinner tonight for two?" I asked.
"You're actually in luck! A couple just canceled dinner reservations right before you called. The reservation is at 9 pm. Would you be able to make it for that time?" she asked.
"9 pm is perfect!" I responded.
"Okay, great! Please note that tonight's dinner is a prefixed 4 course meal comprising of a soup, appetizer, entree and dessert. Dinner is $108 EC Dollars per person which is equivalent to $40 US Dollars. Your meal comes with a complimentary bottle of wine or two drinks. Any drinks after that would be added to the bill. May I have your full name and your guest?" she asked.
"Amanda Alexander and ummm...," I stuttered for a second. I couldn't remember what the fuck his last name was.
"Anthony Miles," I finally managed to say.
"Okay perfect! Please arrive at the Young Island dock atleast fifteen minutes before your reservation. You may use the cellphone to notify the charter if he's not at the dock. Any questions?" Allison asked.
"No questions. Thank you for your help," I said.
"You're welcome. We look forward to having you and Mr. Miles at 9 o'clock!," she concluded then ended the call.
Just as I'm about to put down my phone Anthony called.
"Hel...," I tried saying.
"Am outside," he said then hung up.
I secured my towel tighter around my body as I walked to the door. It was only 7:23pm, why the fuck was he here so early? I twisted the knob and pushed the door open, he stepped aside then brought himself into the frame.
"Why you ain't dress yet?" he asked with a cocked brow.
"If you was more specific I would have been dressed by now," I said then rolled my eyes and walked off into my room.
"Cut de attitude. I jus war have ah good time wit u tonight," he said as he walked pass me and sat on my bed.
"Excuse me? I need to get dressed. Find yourself outside in the living room," I angrily said.
He chuckled, removed his sneakers and comfortably positioned himself on my bed. His hands folded behind the back of his head and a amused smile displayed on his face. This man was taking me for a fucking joke.
"How many times ah done see u naked? Way de difference now?" he ask with a smirk.
I sucked my teeth then walked over to dresser. Literally didn't have the energy to argue with such an asshole of a man. I already had two outfits in mind but I was very indecisive on which option. First was a orange two piece leggings set and the second a light green mini halter dress.
"Which should I wear?" I asked as I held both to my body.
"Yuh ain't even tell me way yuh war go yet. Put dem on lemme see," he said then raised himself up in a sitting position.
"I made reservations at Young Island for 9 o'clock," I said lowly.
"Okay fine. Leaves me wit ah hour to spare," he said seductively.
I didn't even look over how fucking good he looked. His locs were loose and cascaded beautifully along his back. He wore a satin dark olive green shirt that complimented his skin tone, black pants and dark olive green Alexander McQueens. He was definitely screaming fuck me. His outfit accessorized with his gold watch, chain and pinky ring.
"Come here," he said. His hands found its place on my hips and pulled me closer into him.
"If you don't let me the fuck go," I said irritatedly.
He slightly pushed me from infront him and got up angrily. Anthony picked up his shoes and stormed out my room.
"Do way eva de fuck yah war do! Lemme lowe u eh," he yelled before walking out the room. I listened to where his footsteps went until I heard the bathroom door slam.
"Could you stop slamming my fucking doors! You don't fucking live here you know!" I yelled.
Of course he didn't fucking answer me. Atleast I didn't have to tolerate his dumb ass just staring me while I got dressed. After a few contemplations on both outfits, I went with the light green dress since it would compliment his outfit. Since we were going to be on the beach my gold Tory Burch dupe sandals would be ideal. A simple green clutch and gold accessories to complete the look.
I decided on a simple makeup look that would look as natural as possible. As I'm looking for my lip gloss I remembered it's in the makeup bag in the bathroom.
"Anthony!" I yelled as I knocked on the door.
He fucking completely ignored me! I pressed my ear to the door and I could hear the moaning of another female followed by the sound of him gliding his fist along his cock. Like what the fuck!
I twisted the knob and the door opened. Their he was fucking standing over my toilet bowl with his cocky in his grasp, masturbating while watching fucking blues on his phone, properly propped up on the overhead shelf. A fucking smirk reflected on his face as he continued beating the fuck out his dick.
"You fucking disgust me!" I shouted before snatching my makeup bag and walking out. I was very fumid and before I did anything I regretted, I tried to calm my nerves by turning on my music. "Plan B" by Megan Thee Stallion played through my speakers.
And I don't give a fuck if that nigga leave tonight
Because, nigga, that dick don't run me (ayy, that dick don't run me)
You better get on your knees and eat this pussy right
Before I have another nigga do it for me
Because dick don't run me, I run dick
Nigga, yeah, you's a bitch (ayy, ayy, ayy)
A whole jam session later and I was finally ready. At this point it was 8:15 pm. I really didn't give a fuck if he left or he was still outside waiting. Because either way I was going to take my fucking self out at this point. I must find some other dick to keep me entertained. A quick glance over my outfit in the mirror and I looked soo motherfucking good.
I walked outside to find him sitting in the living room watching tv. The powers of pussy would have them doing anything. I snatch my keys from the counter and he turned his attention to me.
"About fucking time," he said as he got up and came over to me.
"You look good," he added then opened the front door.
"Good? That's all u could come up with?" I asked.
He shook his head and continued walking to his jeep. I made sure everything was turned off and locked the front doors. My vex money was definitely secured in my purse cause I knew tonight wasn't ending on a good note. I made sure to have a taxi driver number on speed dial. Definitely wasn't going to be fucking stranded.
I walked over to his vehicle and got in.
"Chivalry is dead huh?" I asked snarkily.
No answer. Instead he turned the volume up and drove off.
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