Wanted For Pleasure: volume 3 (2023)
"Seduction is the nature of war"
*cover(s) by @meha-k*
Morgan Bennett returns after a two month hiatus due to the events of book two.
While she was away, Chris focused on his healing which leads him to partner...
So I've convinced Jasmine to stay. I know I should be letting her live her own life, and I am. What was I supposed to do, she didn't know where she'd be living once she got back to New York? She already stated she's letting Jabari keep whatever he wants in the divorce. I think she's crazy, but she claims that it's a chapter of her life that is now closed. It's respectable, I guess.
And anyway, Jasmine's an active (lifelong) member of the same sorority that Nia Aragon belongs to so as soon as they met at the house warming, they hit it off. I might've put the bug in Chris's ear to ask Nia if Jasmine can stay in the AirBnb she owns until she's on her feet - stable.
Jasmine's didn't pay rent for her salon either, so it's closed. Once I left, three months ago now, and Jasmine assumed full ownership as we discussed, she couldn't keep affording the space. She wants to open another salon in the city she'll settle in, though, which is good. Also, she's a nurse so she has that going, too. I know things will work out in her favor, and quickly.
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"Don't you think it's a bit too early for cake testing, Morgy, you don't even have a set date, yet?" Jasmine reels me back to reality.
I shake my head at her, indifferent.
"You're turning down dessert?" I taunt her with a side-eye.
She laughs and follows me around the bridal shop.
"Besides," I talk, pricing some things as I do, "I didn't say I'm ordering the cake tomorrow, but I do want to get an idea soon. I feel like we need to get the ball rolling here. Seriously, I don't have anything planned: the venue, the guest list, my dress!"
Jasmine stares at me plainly, not giving into my theatrics. "What about me?"
"What about you, maid of honor?" I beam, sneaking that in there.
Jasmine lights up and hugs me. "For real?! Okay, 'cause for a second I thought you might pick Izzy or one of those bitches from the open house."
"Stop," I pout, remaining neutral. "it was always gonna be you. And, Sloane and Andrea are really nice, you'll learn to like them."
"Your positivity still hasn't grown on me." Jasmine monotones, folding her arms back over her chest like that's her natural position.
"Obviously," I laugh with her. "Speaking of positivity, though, I'm positive I ran into a Karen."
"Karen?!" Jasmine gets excited, drawing a few turned heads.
I keep my voice down, wandering down the next aisle. "This old lady who was at the open house, apparently she's the president of the Home Owner's Association, and she won't let you forget it."
"Why, what'd she do?"
"I go to introduce myself, right, being all neighborly, and the witch starts asking me where I came from, why I was gone for three months, and saying that she'll 'figure us out.' Like, what?" I paraphrase lightly just for story-telling sake.
