Ruin

75

LUCAS P. O. V
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Monday: 5:45 P. M.
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I get out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist, when I hear the landline ringing.

I've set it up so that when the downstairs one rings for about three times, the call is automatically transferred to the one in my bedroom.

I sigh, ignoring the annoying sound long enough to drop the towel and pull a grey sweatpants on.

Just as I'm about to retrieve the call though, it stops.

Then my cell starts ringing.

The sound of me hissing my teeth echoes around me.

Tha person yah persistent nuh fuck.

Grinding my teeth, I pick up my phone from the nightstand and look at the caller ID.

It's Dreddy.

"Yo!" I say, bringing the device to my ear and breathing through my nose. I couldn't even mask the annoyance in my voice even if I tried.

I'm in a fucked up mood today.

It has been that way since morning.

Matter-of-fact, since yesterday.

The reason why I didn't even bother to go in office today.

That and the fact that I had more pressing business to attend to.

Dreddy clears his throat before saying, "Bossy, smaddy deh here fi see yuh."

"Who that?" I ask, stepping into the hallway.

I wait as I hear him talking to the person. My heart skips a beat.

Amanda?

No.

Were it Amanda, he wouldn't have called; he would've just sent her up.

No questions asked.

So someone else being at my gate, at this hour, is strange.

"Say she name Ashley Hyatt," he says after a while, drawing me out of my head and halting me in my tracks.

My brows knit together.

The fuck!

How Ashley find mi yard?

...better yet, wah she a do yah?

I grind my teeth. "Tell her say mi nuh deh yah."

"She say she know say yuh in deh and she not leaving until you see her."

Bomboclaat star!

Then this real?

Yo, when the devil tek set pon yuh, him really tek set eno.

Jah jah.

I sigh.

I take a long pause as I think about the possible reasons why Ashley Hyatt is at my house, right now.

"Wah mi fi do, Bossy?"

I sigh again, pinching my nose bridge.

Mi honestly no inna the mood fi the fuckry.

A swear to God...

"Ask her wah she come 'bout..."

Is this about work?

If it were she would've called...

Removing the phone from my ear, I check the call log and indeed there are a bunch of missed calls from her cell.