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"I DON'T CARE IF YOU FUCK OTHER BITCHES, BUT DON'T GIVE ME THEIR GIFTS."
Jasmine threw the disgraced diamond necklace at Benito. She recoiled her arm back and threw it full force on his chest; she was so pissed.
They were in his car, parked outside her house. They had a great evening up until that point. They ordered food at his penthouse and watched movies all night. It was nearly midnight, and Beni wanted her to sleep over, but she had an early morning meeting with Anthony's parents for the first time.
When she said his name as the reason for not staying over, Benito kissed his teeth and cursed in his mind. Reluctantly, he drove her home to the man he hated.
Once he dropped her off, he made the grave mistake of giving her a diamond necklace still in its box... with a wavy strand of brown hair on it. Her heart stopped when she saw it glimmering with the diamond.
She pinched the hair strand between her nails and presented it to him in silence. Benito looked down at her fingers and saw the light brown hair. His face dropped, and she threw the jewelry at him with the power of a professional baseball player. She yanked the door handle to get out of the car, and Benito locked it just in time.
"Unlock the fucking door. I'm not playing."
He fessed up immediately. "Perdón. Hice un gran error. I wanted to give you something, but I didn't have enough time. I was in the studio all day. Yasmin, forgive me."
Benito confirming his actions made her heart flame with rage. She felt her chest rise as hot anger consumed her. Some other girl's gift.
She faced the window. If she were to look at him — at his fucking face — she'd get more pissed off. He reached for her hand, and she yanked it away.
"I'm a joke to you."
"No, nooo. I don't want to end the night like this..."
"Unlock the door."
"Not until we talk."
She whipped her head to him. "You wanna talk? Who did you give this to first?"
"To my...." Benito's fixed his lips to say girlfriend but quickly caught himself. "...Gabriela."
"Your little girlfriend?"
He hesitated. She was asking a question she might have not wanted to know the answer to.
"...En este momento."
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"Sometimes yes, sometimes no."
"So right now, yes?"
After a pause, he nodded. He never planned to tell her, but it was futile now. He'd been a taken man for virtually all of their hookups. It was another reason all their dates were in secret, not just for privacy's sake. The only time they were together in public was for Rauw's party in January; the same month he and Gabriela intended to permanently call it quits. They got back together just in time for Valentine's Day.
