JADA (18+)

Stranger, Danger.

                             Jada

My eyes fluttered open squinting, due to the brightness of the sun that peered through the lavish curtains that we're hung in front of the windows in my room.

I blinked a few times having my eyes adjust the lighting of the room. I didn't feel like getting up just yet so I closed my eyes in attempt to go back to bed but, they never stayed close.

Alright, I'm up.

I winced at my reflection in the mirror my hair was all over the place and just by the looks of it, I knew it was tangled. My lips were sooo parched, and on top of that, my makeup needed re-applying.

Yes, until now Vladimir knows nothing about the huge mark on my face and I would love for it to stay that way.

In one word, I looked.....scary.

After showering and temporarily fixing my flaws, I made my way to the dining room for breakfast. Entering the hall there stood some random blonde who I've never seen before. Ok?...

Long blonde hair tanned skin, and long legs that looked pleasing to the eyes of men with her plump, pink lips. I looked prettier.

Mi just know seh a Vladimir a di reason why shi deh here.

To get to the dining room I had to pass her and for some reason, she was exactly in my way I would have to interact with her before getting to my destination. Only if shi dumb mi would affi tell her to move or excuse.

Hopefully, she has sense.

She finally recognized me before I got the chance to walk off. She muttered something under her breath that I didn't understand as she wasn't speaking English.

I creased my eyebrows hoping she would understand from there that I didn't understand her.

"Who are you?" a question so simple Personally, to me was always rude. But, the way she asked with a screwed-up face and a voice like she was the woman of this house just added to it.

Mi screw up back my face pon har all if a Vladimir wife I don't give one fuck.

"Who you?" mi deh here fi 3 weeks and never yet see she a mi fi ask har dat. And she look like if she was here all that time I would have to know.

Mi kiss mi teeth and continued walking and the bitch still stand up deh. Mi have a good mi fi push har dung dem stairs yah.

"girl, excuse" With her bitchy look she still stood there locking eyes with me. Finally moving them to look behind me then saying 'Vladimir' in her foreign accent.

I turned to the direction of where she ran and there stood him along with the bitch with her hands around his neck.

I headed downstairs and gave them their space. So, is a thing with Russians them just overall disgusting or a just them two here?

The only thing there to infer when a girl is in a dress shirt that obviously isn't hers speaks to you like she's the owner of the house and grips the owner of it in a hug like that is that they fucked.

Only oman weh get cocky the night prior gwaan suh.

He even hugged her back shi ave a right fi a gwaan suh anyways hopefully she leaves the bitchiness upstairs.

"Good morning Jada" one of Vladimir's helpers greeted placing my favorite Jamaican breakfast on the table.

I made a sandwich with the egg, plantain, and white sliced bread and occasionally sipped on my hot milo tea. A smile of satisfaction made its way onto my face.