Jasmine
The road gave a strange, hypnotic comfort to Jasmine; she came to a stop and went through her voicemail. She had one from Alejandra.
"Jasmine. It's Alejandra, I guess I still can't get a hold of you; I just wanted to say that I'm deeply sorry for how I acted, that night. Hope that I hear back from you soon . . ."
The words sounded true, but there was something that she did not like about that message – she could make out the faintest voices of boys in the background. She needs to get away from them, Jasmine affirmed. A twist of heat formed in her gut at the thought of her hanging with Los Demonios.
Alejandra wasn't wrong, Jasmine being with who she was with . . . not communicating with Augustus, she was being hypocritical.
But when she thought of Luke, her whole world became filled with color, vivid colors that she thought she'd never know. Her bones wanted to sing in his presence, her nipples ached when he gave her that look and her womanhood pulsed with need at the thought of being taken by him.
Everywhere that Jasmine looked, she could only see Luke and the shadow of Augustus.
Her phone rang then. Unknown number, that's weird. Jasmine clicked the phone to life and put it on speaker.
"Jasmine," Luke said. Wow, he doesn't sound so good.
"Luke?" She said, "are you okay you sound kind of different."
"Fine. Just got home. Want to come over?" Very curt, stiff replies . . .
Maybe it was just the phone that he was using, was there a reason he wasn't using his cell? "Of course," she said, "I'd love that. I'm on my way now; I'll see you when I get there I'm on the road right now."
They said their goodbyes and Jasmine clicked her phone off, turning into a corner store parking lot, readjusting her GPS and heading back onto the road. Minutes passed and her fuel light blinked and beeped to life. Slightly annoyed, she drove for another couple of minutes before rolling into a gas station and calling back the number that Luke had rang her from.
No answer.
Maybe he jumped in the shower or something? It didn't have a voicemail setup. Jasmine scrolled through her contacts and called up his cell – still no answer.
"It's Luke. If you're sellin' I'm not buyin'. You know what to do."
Jasmine left a short voicemail, letting the man know that she stopped for gas and was simply wondering if he would like anything on her way to his place. She got out of her rav4 and sauntered up to the store in an almost feline fashion; she felt good, she felt sexy and alive and well.
She would pick up a sixer and have a nightcap with the man that made her soar.
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