Jasmine POV
When we got home, Paul stretched out on the couch, exhausted from crying. I felt so bad as I drink my Starbucks coffee and sat at the kitchen table. My stomach felt like it was burning. That's because they pumped it. Assholes.
I put down my coffee and got up from the table and walked over to Paul. I laid on him gently. He wrapped his arm around me and slightly squeezed. It made me feel protected and it feels so good.
"I'm so sorry." I whispered.
"Ahh.." Paul moaned. Not sexually. Just understanding type.
"Can we take a Selfie for Instagram?" I position my phone.
Paul smiled adorably and I snapped the picture. I went to app and #cutie. I was really talking about Paul because his smile is on fleek. Gah, I love that man.
"You know I love you right?" I asked him.
He looked at me for a bit and then gave me a wet one right on the lips. I smiled and kissed him back. An urge was rushing through me and I pulled away.
"Can u have you?" I asked him.
Paul resumed to kiss me.
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Me and Paul stayed home for a few days by ourselves. We laid in bed all day, ate junk, watched movies and had sex three or nine times a day. This is helping me recover.
"So, you sure you ready?" Paul asked when I announced I'm ready to finish our stay at Neverland.
"Yeah. Time to face reality." I shrugged.
"Okay." Paul nodded. .
We laid in bed, neither of us wanted to get up and face reality but it was time. I have family I need to face. I kissed him and got up.
His phone rang.
"Hey, sweetheart. No I'm not busy. You need me? Okay. I'll be there in thirty minutes." Paul said before hanging up.
"Hey, my phone is dead, can I call Daddy to let him know we are on our way?"
"Sure." Paul handed it to me.
I looked at his recent calls. Jordana name was there. I scrolled down, it's still there. I knew what was going on. He is fucking around with her.
"So, where are going?" I asked after I told him it went to voicemail.
"Cody house."
"You called him sweetheart." I pointed out.
"Just to creep him out."
I punched him in the cheese. "Fucking Bitch. You liar. You have been fucking Jordana for weeks. I saw ya calls."
"Ow. You are a psychopath. I'm so sorry that I have girls that actually listen to me and help me with my problems."
"You dick." I growled.
"Yeah? Well takes one to know one." He walked out the room. He came back and grabbed his phone off the bed before leaving again.
- Theres goes my chipotle . -
-I'm wild off the ish .
-ChunkyMonkey
