Part 3 :
(Warning : graphic depiction of Jamil 😒)
Yearning for premium quality men only comes with its struggles. Having people going after your target among them.
The moment Jamil set foot in the Monstro Lounge, i understood i had no chance against such a bad bitch.
Jamil was the whole package : toned muscles,, tigh gap, hourglass figure, full lips, silky black hair, skin with a satin glow, Sol de Janeiro body mist, iconic outfit from Shein, she was everything. And she snatched the eyes of Azul from me.
Jamil approached the owner, setting one foot on the floor after another in a catwalk style, her facial expression stoic, that's her trademark resting bitch face.
"I am here for a refund" that hoe claimed without warning.
"Hello Jamil, what can i do for you ?" Said Azul, a pleasant and fond smile gracing his mouth.
Jamil narrowed his eyes, sign of contempt and impatience : "you know what i am her for" he said almost menacingly. This interaction was getting too much for me to handle, my heart ached in a way.
"Kalim always sends me here to grab his usual Pumpkin Spice Latte, and today you handed me a Pumpkin Spice Matcha instead" she continued, "you did this on purpose, didn't you?" and this line made my blood BOIL.
No, my blood literally boiled, you could cook pasta with it. That's why i didn't hear the rest of the conversation, i was at the verge of death for a second.
Eventually the deal was handled and Jamil could leave satisfied. He walked past me, his shadow lightly brushing my own in the process, making me lose balance i somehow maintained during my mini-episode.
The door closed, and the octomer eventually came toward me, crouching to help me stand up.
"Are you alright, IRS-chan ? You seem a bit ill all of the sudden"
"I am okay, this already passed" i said, to not make him think that i am a pick-me.
Azul sighed "i can't blame you, afterall" he paused, looking toward the door longingly "she is the hottest bitch ever."
I gagged. Internally. "And i love her hair" i mustered half-heartedly to not appear suspicious. In fact, i now wish he accidentally wash his hair with Nair products.
A silence stretched, until the housewarden declared "What's gayer ?". He paused a short moment, and eventually continued with "dating a boy ? Or wanting a boy to have ✝️🅰️x over your dead body ?"
The question, admittedly, shoked me for what it was. But what truly flabbergasted me was how obvious how enamorous he was of Jamil and admitted it with ease and shamelessness. In front of me. ME! Who was yearning for his bank account way before Jamil was born. I was there before her !
"...dating a boy" i finally spat with difficult, not wanting to displease Azul. He sighed "still straight" as if he was midly cursed.
This last statement, however, gave me hope. In that moment, i gained a resolve : i will be the one who will have Azul, the one and only who will collect tax on him, and no other girl !
Jamil Viper, if you read my mind right now, listen up : once i lose 3 pounds, do my makeup, get a new wardrobe, comb my hair, learn Mer, and become mentally stable, it will be all over for bitch.
Just you wait...
did you just censor "tax"????
THE BEGINNING!! THE MORE CONFUSING SECOND PART!! FAMILY GETS INVOLVED? (Part 3)
