DINING WITH THE STARS PART 6

Published March 4, 2010 | By

The next day was Friday at work. And my head still ached like a bitch! That little cunt was gonna pay for what she did! ANd the funny thing was that my hands would not be the ones around her throat! Someone else would have the pleasure of beating the shit out of her! I did not support men beating women, but when you have some chickenhead who brag and act like dem big an bad an waan come put dem han’ pan yuh fi prove a point, dem deserve whatever dat coming to dem!

Before I left work I got a call from ‘R’, well, to tell the truth, he had been ringing off my phone the whole day. I was just ignoring him as I was in no mood to go over yesterday’s event with him. But after seeing twenty missed calls and my voicemail overfull I decided to answer him.

“What is it?” I answered sounding very tired and ignorant.

“Yow, mi jus waan seh sarry still.” he breathed into the phone.

“Fi wha?” I asked, my curiousity peeking.

“Whe yuh did haffi guh tru wid mi babymadda, but mi deal wid har still! What a gyal a trouble! Mi buy har plane ticket fi go back a di states. She gi to much rass trouble an a come a lie to big man!”.

“What are you talking about!” I demanded, I was getting a bit annoyed, he was keeping me in suspense for cryin’ out loud!

He proceeded to tell me what happened the night before.

It was just as I suspected, he had gone over to her house to confront her about what had happened previously between me and her. She had asked him..no…demanded about some sex tape between me and him. He said I was right because no one else knew about the tape but me and him, and the fact that she asked only made him suspect that she was the one who found the tape, and was now giving him grief over it. He told her he knew nothing about it (*Just as I had told her he would say) and she called him a liar and proceeded to verbally abuse and throw thing at him.

Apparently he cussed her out too, then stormed over to her bag, emptied the contents and discovered (*aha!) the tape, inside the bottom of the bag, exactly where Saph had placed it. What happened next was short of World War III, he asked her where she found it, she screamed at it she did not know anything about it, he called her a liar, and asked her if she had made any copies or given it to anyone else, she called him a bumbohole rass cheating liar, and three a glass at him, he ducked reached over and, as he so eloquently put it, ‘beat di living shit outta har rass!” for lying to him about the tape. He said she repeatedly told him she knew nothing about the tape or how it found it’s way to her bag, but by then he didn’t believe her, and hauled her ass kicking and screaming to his car, where he dropped her at his house, asked a friend to pack a few things and buy a plane ticket, and haul har ass to di airport, the quicker di better.

I listened to this with bated breath, I did feel a bit bad, deep deep deep deep down inside. That I was the cause of her getting her ass handed to her when I knew she had no clue what was going on was apparent, but the fact was was the one who first laid hands on me. AND she had no right, but that I was screwing her man made me feel worse. I was about to ask him if he thought she had left when he cut me off to tell me that there was a beep on the other line and he would call me back. I said ok, then quickly three-wayed Belle and Saph and quickly told them the info.

Saph laughed heartily, but Belle said she actually felt sorry for her, and that it was not her fault that her man was a cheating, scheming, gyallis who just happened to be a singjay. Saph quieted down and said, “Well, I called in the favour , and if I’m not mistaken, he is supposed to call him already, if not now.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked her. “Mark” she responded, “he called in the favour, and had Gary call ‘R’ and do what you wanted. He is supposed to be doing it now. Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind?” she quizzed me.

“Noooo….” I said, “I just feel really bad yow!”.

“Well don’t.” Saph said, “after this you don’t have to see ‘R’ again or his babymadda again! Jus tek di money an cool out! How about we three go to Montego bay for the weekend after this?” she asked. This cheered me up immensely.

“OK! That’s a deal!” I laughed, Belle, who had remained quite through all of this, laughed and agreed to go.

What went down afterwards was the following:

The cost to have Mark call in a favour from Gay-ry – $10,000 JAD

Gay-ry phoning ‘R’ on his cellphone and telling him how much he wanted for the tape – $300 JAD

Bribing him in order to hand the tape over to him at a certain loaction – $5,000

The cost asked for? – $300,000.

The beating that ‘R’s babymother was gonna get because of this whole shit? – PRICELESS!

At about 9pm the night when I was out grocery shopping ‘R’ called me again frantic, pissed off, and threatening bodily harm (again) to him Babymother. Apparently a man had called and told him he had the original tape (no other copies had been made) and that if he wanted the original he would have to pay for it. He was supposed to go up by Chancery Hall, near a certain socialite’s house, and drop the money off in the garbag pan. Then we was to go to KFC on Red Hills Road, wait a while for a phone call, once the money was confirmed to be there, he would tell him where the tape is. He was to do this in two days time, and if he carried any ‘friends’ or ‘associates’ with him, then the tape would be sent to all the local media houses, and put on Facebook, along with other juicy details of his sex life he did not want anyone to know about.

“Yah hear mi star…it best wi just dun dis fi a while. Jus cool out. Once mi settle dis ting mi a go pon tour a Europe fi some show, and it best yuh jus distance yuhself fram mi. Because right now a beer problem a tek mi tru dis damn tape.” He sounded tired.

“Are you gonna pay the money…or yuh gwine get some a yuh link dem deal wid it?” I faked sounding concerned. “Nuh, mi ago pay it. But mi know seh a she set dis up to enuh, and if she chat bout anuh she den a gwine beat di black offa har skin till she tell me a who, but a muss she! Mi sure bout dat! An iffa nuh she a muss smaddy else find di tape and decide fi mek a money offa it. Who knows? But right now mi nah tek nuh check. Mi ago jus pay di money and get di tape, destroy it an go pon tour. But it dun right yah now. Zeen?” And with that, he hung up.

I was shocked. Too shocked to even realise I was holding up others from cashing their good in the supermarket.

Three Hundred Thousand!!! I had told Belle and Saph that I only wanted One Hundred Thousand dollars! What did that mean?

I called Saph quickly and she laughed and clapped her hand, “I told Mark to tell Gayry to ask for three, one is nothing honey! Him possibly spen a hundred gran pan him gyal dem! Three is better, it mek him feel it more! Plus the threat of it going to various media outlets would be too much for him! He had to agree!”.

I shook my head an told her I would call her later, I was heading out of the supermarket with my groceries shaking my head in disbelief when my phone rang. Thinking it was ‘R’ again and this time ready to tell him to stop calling my phone since we broke up, I answered the phone.

“What is it!, What di rassclaat yuh want! Yuh nuh seh it done!?” I angrily cussed into the airpiece.

“Wha gwaan.” the husky voice breathed sexily into the mouthpiece, “Yuh dash mi whe eeh?”