Chapter 4
I woke up the smell of Bacon and eggs. I climbed out of bed to the kitchen. Jasmine was cooking, she was looking sexier than ever. I took a seat at the kitchen table. She turned around and smiled at me. How was she so beautiful this early in the morning? She wasn't wearing make-up.
"Good morning beautiful," I said with a smile.
"Good morning," she said as she placed a plate of Bacon, eggs, toast, and a glass of orange juice.
"You didn't have to cook for," I said.
"I know but I wanted to," she said. She took a seat next to me.
"You going to tell me," I asked. I wanted to know what happened yesterday. I could see the black eye under her bangs.
"What you mean?" She asked.
"What happened yesterday? Why were you crying?" I asked in a worried tone. She sat there and didn't say anything.
"You're a beautiful woman and you deserve better," I said.
I placed my hand on her cheek. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. I lend in closer to her until my lips touched hers. The kiss was passionate and loved. I never kissed another woman like I kissed her. She pulled away and I kissed her forehead. My front door open and my mother walked in.
"Well hello," my mother said.
"Hey mom," I said.
"Who is this?" She asked.
"This is Jasmine," I stated.
"Oh I remember you. Well nice to see you again," she said.
"Same here, well I think I should go," Jasmine said.
"You sure about that?" I asked. I didn't want her to leave. She just showed up and now leaving.
"Yeah Drake is probably worried about me," she said as she headed to the front door. I walked her to her car.
"Call me," I said as I kisses her forehead. She smiled and pulled out of the driveway. I watched her leave, wishing she would stay. I walked back into the house. My mother was smiling at me hard.
"What?" I said confused.
"Did you sleep with her?" She raised her eyebrow.
"We slept in my bed but we didn't have sex," I stated.
"Forreal?"
"Yes."
"I never thought you would be able to not have sex with a woman that you bring home."
"Really mom? I'm not like that anymore."
"She must be special."
"She is."
She was special to me and I was happier with her. She wasn't my girlfriend but I wanted her to be. I wanted her to be my everything, my wife. She deserve so much better than being with Drake. I swear if he ever hit her again then I would beat the shit out if him.
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