YASMIN STYLES
☪ثري
BAY AREA, CA
—30 BOPPA'🎎.
"You've been glowing lately yas, who is it?" Rio asked being nosey, standing beside my work desk.
"Nobody." I replied keeping my eyes on my computer feeling his body hover over me. "Boy, i'm not telling you either way. And it's not Antwone, his mad at me."
"Again?!" Rio chuckled nudging my chair lightly. "You two definitely had something going on, and I already knew."
"Huh?" I shifted my body around facing him, gazing at him worriedly. "You better be playing."
"Oh, I'm not." I smiled, gasping playfully punching his arm. "Does carpark give you a hint? In front of the company really?? Yo' moan pretty as fuck but you loud girl, you're so fucking loud yasmin."
"Ohmygosh—" covering my face, I groaned in embarassment pushing Rio out of the way. "I really hate you."
"Dang." He scoffed in amusement. "I love you too friend, morning ant."
My eyes widened behind my hands still hiding my face, smelling his signature sense picking my head up slowly. "Morning Rio, how are you?"
"I'm fine, but I'll just get the conference room ready for your meeting." Rio smiles leaving us alone, I sighed shifting my body around to face him.
"I hope everything you said last night on the phone was a joke." He spoke bluntly, scoffing under his breath.
I ignored him turning my self around, focusing myself back on my computer.
"Yasmin." His tone had now gotten deeper and bolder. "Yasmin, can you turn around man, stop this shit."
"You said act like nothing happened and I'm following what you said-why can't you do the same thing?" I questioned turning my body around hearing small murmuring around us.
"Can we just talk about this somewhere else." Clicking his fingers, I nodded following behind him waving at Matthew on the way. "Women get on my fucking nerves, yeah I'm targeting you."
Rolling my eyes, I spoke, "Here you go throwing a fit."
"I'm not throwing no fit yo'." He says aggressively pulling me from my wrist, dragging me into a storage room. "I got feelings too like I fucking said! Why can't you understand that yasmin? You're being so childish right now dawg, and it's the fact that you can't even realise watchu' doing to me."
"It's not that serious, just let it go like how I'm doing that shit right now, fuck?"
He laughs, running a hand down his face, wrapping his masculine hands around my neck, slamming me on the cabinets. "How is it not serious yasmin?! What the fuck yo'."
"L... let me go." I felt my eyes water up, tapping his arms quickly multiple times for him to let go, I really never thought through my twenty-one years of life a guy would lay their hands on me, or anyone in general.
I never got abused by my parents or nothing, this is my first time experiencing this shit, and it's the worst.
"Please." I pleaded with tears overflowing down my face.
