-Ashanti-
A few days had passed since the event. Even though production kept moving I still held a grudge with Jermaine. The only time I spoke with him at all was when we were filming. Once the cameras stopped rolling he wouldn't get a word out of me.
I just couldn't believe he let Meloni speak to me that way. And no, I'm not his girlfriend. But for him to not defend me in a situation like that... it just doesn't sit right with me.
I sit at my kitchen counter eating a bowl of cereal. My phone buzzes and I see it's a text from Jermaine. I roll my eyes mid-bite and open our text thread.
Jermaine
I don't think I can handle you ignoring me any longer Ash.
Me
Aw, you poor thing :(
Jermaine
Let me make it up to you. I'll be there to pick you up in an hour, be ready.
Even though I'm mad at him, I'm also curious to see what he has planned. I heart the message, and look down at my oversized granny gown. If I only have an hour, I better get on it.
~
An hour later, I get a text right on time.
Jermaine
Come outside.
I check my reflection in the mirror one more time. I'm wearing a brown Ed Hardy tracksuit and my jumbo lace Rick Owens. I pair it with all gold jewelry and my black Prada sunglasses. I run a hand over my straight leave-out and walk out the door.
I see Jermaine parked on the curb in an all black SRT Hellcat. I only know it's him because the passenger window is rolled down, otherwise the tint would prevent me from seeing in at all.
His head turns towards me and I see his eyebrows raise and lips form the word "damn". He gets out before I reach the car and comes to my side to open the door for me.
"New car? I didn't see this one in the garage." I say getting in. He closes the door and rests his arms in the frame of the window.
"It was in the shop. But fuck the car, you look amazing." His eyes travel up and down my body and I cross my legs in the seat, getting nervous under his gaze. He notices and smiles.
"Thank you Jermaine."
He walks back over to the drivers side and we head off to wherever he's taking me.
~
We pull into the parking lot of a hotel. He parks the car and we get out. Jermaine puts his hand on the small of my back and leads me into the hotel. When we walk in the guy at the front desk waves at Jermaine. He nods and smiles back.
When we get into the elevator I lean against the wall and admire him. He's wearing some black Yeezy slides paired with the black socks to match, beige Essential joggers, and a plain black short sleeve tee that hugs his arm muscles. He looks goodt. But something catches my eye when he opens his mouth.
I walk forward to where we're almost touching. He goes silent, stops breathing even. I rest my nail on his bottom lip and slowly tug it down slightly to reveal his bottom row of teeth. He stares intensely.
