In the blink of an eye, a single tumultuous evening descends into a hazardous existence for Jasmin Montez, a 27-year-old divorce lawyer who prioritizes her professional pursuits above all else. With a steadfast commitment to cementing her standing a...
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I glanced at myself in my full-length mirror before checking the time again.
"I guess he's not coming," I rolled my eyes removing my heels. Just my luck. I tried taking Rachelle's advice but niggas constantly never know how to act. Walking down the stairs I snatch the bottle of Ciroc out of the fridge, taking a shot. One shot turned into three and three turned into seven.
I stumbled to the lower-level living room scrolling through my phone. Seeing his name, I instantly called it.
"Hey gorgeous," I heard his voice on the other end.
"Mmm come over..." I murmured sitting my phone down, taking another shot.
"You okay?... Hello?"
I drink from the bottle walking away from my phone.
After about...I don't know when...I hear the ring notification notifying me that someone was here. Stumbling to the door, I yank it open with my hair covering my face.
"Woah, shorty you drunk," Ace closed the door catching me before I walked into a wall.
"Gimme that!" He snatched the bottle from me, sitting it on the kitchen counter.
"Mmm Ace," I smiled pulling his hand towards the back door.
"Baby what's wrong?"
"Shh I-I don't wanna t-talk." I held my finger up to his mouth shushing him and stuttering my words.
"Come on let's get you in the bed."
"Nooo! Come on. Let's ...get naked." I untied my belt throwing it to the side while I made my way towards the back door.
Omniscient
Ace watched Jasmin's every move, making sure she didn't hurt herself.
"Ace come with me!" She ran to the backyard as Ace chased her making sure she would be okay. By the time she reached outside, she was in her panties and bra. Good thing she didn't have close neighbors.
"Jas come back inside." He readjusted his beanie. Going to grab her when she grabs his face kissing him. That was a trigger for him.
"Come on Jas," he whispered looking at her lips.
"I wanna fuck you...right here," she stood on her tippy toes holding his head kissing him while unbuckling his pants.
"Jas—-I," he held his pants as they started falling down.
"Shh don't you want m-me," she whined removing her bra straps.
