forbidden fruit//a.aretas

~Chapter 14~

3rd person

The 4 finally make it outside Tabitha's. They can see the strobes lights and music blaring from outside.

"So uh, you think they just gon let us in?" Marcus asks Mike who's already starting for the entrance. Mike turns looking at the 3 others stopped in their tracks.

"Why wouldn't they let us in?" Mike asks looking between the others. Who share uneasy expressions.

"Well I wouldn't doubt half of our faces are plastered across the city, and somewhere on the underground with a prize of a lot of money." Jasmine says shrugging her shoulders. Armando nods at this.

"And Tabitha doesn't really like yo ass." Marcus shrugged. Jasmine giggles at this and Armando covers his smirk. Mike rolls his eyes irritatedly.

"Let's go. We going in." Mike says walking ahead to the bouncer at the door. The other 3 let out exasperated sighs as the bouncer shows no interest in letting Mike in. Jasmine's quick. Fixing her tied cropped shirt, rolling down the band of her jean shorts which slightly shows the top of her laced panties. Fluffing out her curls and adjusting her cowboy hat. Armando watches in disbelief, longing, and awe at the woman. He watches mesmerized as she walks over to Mike and the bouncer.

"Boy you got it bad." Marcus laughs at Armando. Who quickly looks away and rolls his eyes. Not even bothering to deny Marcus' previous claim.

"Aye. If you treat her right I don't got no problem. But I don't want no Mexican killer grandchildren yet." Marcus says to Armando clapping a hand on his shoulder, before walking past him toward Jasmine. Who's motioning for them to come inside. Armando shakes his head smiling a little.

Jasmine has got me wrapped around her finger. He thought.

Armando pov

When we walk in, there's women dancing everywhere you look. Surrounded by onlookers throwing money. I instantly drop my gaze until a feel a graze on my arm. I look up to see a girl in a hot pink outfit thing trying to tug me somewhere. But before I muster out the words no, Jasmine comes swooping in.

"Back the fuck up." Jasmine says in a menacing tone. Causing the girl to shrink back. Jasmine quickly grabs my hand before tugging me in the direction of Mike and Marcus. She gave harsh glares to any women who dared look my way. And something about that sparked a tiny flame within me. Making me want and crave her even more than I already did. But it's my turn to send glares when I hear other men speaking about Jasmine as we walk by.

"Damn she's the finest one here."

"I was never a country typa guy but I am now."

"Hey little lady. How much for a dance?"

These comments prompted me to quickly let go of Jasmine's hand, and grab her in by the waist instead. I sent deadly glares to anyone who dared to look at her. I felt Jasmine take her little hands and trace them down my chest until she had a finger looped in one of my Jean belt loops. I couldn't help but let out a shaky breath. This fucking woman...

She continued to lead me to this back area, pushing us through some hanging beads where a lady is talking loudly.

Jasmine's pov

"I need my instagram, I need my friendster, I need more sex, I need more men in this club. Y'all are beautiful, now get back to work." Tabitha says turning around to see us. The urge to deck a couple of the girls eyeing Armando was very very strong. I hear Tabitha click her teeth.

"Mike Lowrey. Damn." She states smirking. Oh god...this might not end in our favor. I could already sense her conniving look.

"What up Tabitha." Mike smiles as we all take our seats. The girls around clearing the area. Mike and Marcus scoot in the booth while I sit on one of the couches. Armando perches on the back of the couch almost right behind me.