𝐍𝐎 𝐔𝐒𝐄 - James Patrick March

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Jazmine knocked on room sixty-four. The door opened to see James. Instead of looking her in here eyes, his eyes darted to her neck. She placed her hand on her neck, gulping awkwardly. "You wanted me, Mr. March?" She asked. "Yes, come in, Ms. Laurie." She didn't understand why he was being so formal towards her, he always called her Jazmine, never Ms. Laurie, that's what they called her mom.

The woman walked into the room, afraid to what's going to happen. James was unpredictable at times and Jazmine didn't want to be in trouble. She softly closed the door behind her and took a deep breath that didn't go unnoticed by James. "Tell me exactly what happened with Donavan." He got straight to the point, she was slightly taken aback, but still willing to tell him. She just didn't want to start any drama than what she caused.

"I was being stupid. I deserved it—I didn't mean what I said—well I sort of did but-" James cut her off from her stammering. "That's not what I asked. I asked what happened with Donavan." He said, The woman cleared her throat. "I spoke up about Elizabeth having a new muse, I even called him out. He didn't seem to like that..so he choked and threatened me. I could care less, the truth had to be said." She explained, watching as James eyes slightly widened as she spoke about Elizabeth, she almost smirked at the thought of Elizabeth being interested in everyone but him. James cocked his head. "New muse?" He questioned.

Jazmine didn't know if she was relieved or upset about the fact that James cared more about Elizabeth's muse more than trying to handle her situation with Donavan. "Yeah, the guy who's buying this place—he had a runway show, Elizabeth and this runway model has this, I don't know, thing now." Jazmine shrugged. "I got it. What does this person look like?" He asked. "Chiseled face, pretty eyes, nice frame, with..I think it was a little bit if red hair. He's great looking if you ask me." She was challenging him, she didn't know why, but she could see that James was a little annoyed by this.

"Was that all you needed?" Jazmine questioned. James' eyes lingered at her neck. "Not quite." He spoke as he walked over to the girl. "This happened, last night?" James asked as his finger slightly rubbed over her bruised neck. She flinched at his cold finger, sending shivers down her back. "Yeah." Jazmine only nodded, James was now somewhat triggering her. He knew she was nervous. "And why didn't you tell me about this sooner? I had to find this out from Liz and Iris." He spoke, barely above a whisper. "I don't know. Im just your maid, aren't I?" She spoke, monotonously. "Well you're more than my maid." James stated.

Jazmine didn't know what to say, she was confused by the sudden change. "You're my friend. You've been helping me for the longest, and I appreciate you for that." He spoke, she nodded. "Im glad you see me as one, sir." Jazmine didn't know what she was expecting, but she for surely didn't think she'd find herself this close to him, sharing intense eye contact as they spoke to one another.

James finally took his hand away. It was almost like a relief to Jazmine, she didn't like the fact that she was basically friend zoned by her boss. And on top of that, he still gave her a smile. "Is that all, sir?" She questioned. "Yes, that's all."

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"And then I sat there like a—fucking loser!" Liz eyes widened at Jazmine's language, curse words still seemed foreign to Liz whenever Jazmine used them. "Well at least you didn't embarrass yourself." Liz stated, the two sat in Jazmine's room while Jazmine paced back and forth. "Im finding my purpose and im crossing over, or whatever it is." She huffed ad she sat next to Liz. "You know what is better than that?" She asked the brown woman. "What?" Jazmine held back her smile, she knew Liz was going to say something that made her happy. "You can suck it up, and start getting pretty. I'd say a make over." Liz suggested. "A make over? That sounds fun."

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I haven't updated in 3 months..im so sorry😭