𝙐𝙎 | Joe Goldberg ✓

7

I am a loyal man, Erica. I truly am. But you see, my ego, my soul, and my heart are shattered, you left them to pieces by bringing that girl up.

When people hurt themselves that way, they tend to make mistakes, or feel what they shouldn't.

That's when you arrived, Jasmine. You're pretty as the flower of your name. Soft, and delicate as petals, but something deeper in your eyes says otherwise. It tells me you want more. A deep greed.

Your clothes are just step out of a "Mean Girls" movie from the 2000s, your curly blond strands like Marilyn Monroe's, the watery gloss on your lips is an invitation to be seduced.

He shaked her hand, a firm, but yet gentle shake.

-Same about you.-He smiled-Just call me Joe.

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I didn't forget about you Erica. I watched your cameras at least 3 times just today, but Jasmine...she needs training! Ethan's at home, he can't help all the time, he has someone to live for. While I'm here, alone, with her.

She isn't like you,Erika. She's comepletely different. Her socials are a tipical Beverly Hills lady's, she's from LA. Glamourous like movie stars.

I wonder why would you enter a bookshop like this, Jasmine. What made twist your rich girl mind and work here. After all, from your perfect nails, it looks like you've never worked before.

You used to live with your aunt, owner of a famous cosmetic's brand, but now you're here, cleaning dusty shelves in New York, sneezing from time to time because of the dirt.

She is nothing like you Erica, she asks for attention, she asks for me. While you just pushed me away.

-Hey Joe!-She came with those high, noisy wheels.-Where do I put these?

She held the books in front of her chest.

-Wich ones?-He asked.

-These.-She only pointed to them.

You could've just told me the name, but you insist for me to look at the cover, wich is, by "coincidence' in front of your medium cleveage shirt, a way to show off your very...blessed, chest.

-Drama session, column G.

-Okie dokie!-She lifted one leg and made a thumbs up, like a cringy anime character.

She has been working with us for 2 weeks now, Erica. Everytime asking me for help instead of Ethan, always with these subtle hints in the air.

While I wonder if you had already deleted my number.

She was struggling to carry a pile of books on her own, well, at least it was what it seemed.

-Need some help?-He asked.

-Oh, no, don't worry-

He took the books from her arms and positioned them correctly.

-Thank you.-She smiled- Pretty strong, huh.-She joked, tapping slightly his arm.

-Not at all.-He chuckled.