The Boondocks~My Other Half

Chapter 23: Death At The Mansion

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Chapter 23: Death At The Mansion

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"Still got that weird feeling?"

Jasmine glared slightly at Huey because she knew he wasn't asking the question seriously. She ignored him and continued to look out the window. The sun had set and it was only seven. The family and men had finished eating dinner and most of everyone retreated to their rooms.

"You should sleep," he mumbled, scratching his neck again with his eyes shut in irritation. Fuck fuck fuck.

"It's seven."

"Don't models have beauty sleep or something?"

"Different models have different ways of maintaining their looks, Huey."

"What's yours? If I may ask?"

"Actually..." Jasmine looked away from the window. "There's this home remedy I googled for clear skin. So what you do is..."

Huey blocked her out after that. He couldn't have cared less. He knew bringing up the topic would stray her mind from that 'weird feeling' she had been getting. That or sex. But Huey was sure by then, Jasmine's pill had worn off, and there was no way he'd be asking the men for condoms.

When Jasmine's lips stopped moving, he started paying attention again. She was smiling. "Think it works?"

"Oh definitely..." Huey mumbled.

"Hmm. Now that I think about it, you could use a makeover too."

"Excuse me?"

Jasmine gasped and jumped onto the bed next to his side, grabbing his face with both hands. "Hm. You're skin actually seems smooth enough...aside from some of the scars. You could use the same treatment! Ooh, and maybe I could trim your eyebrows...plus a little plucking here and there..."

Huey pulled her hands away from his face, but she did it again, trying to find any other beauty errors. "Jasmine, get off me."

"Hold on..."

Without any warnings, Huey shoved her back flat onto the bed causing a small shriek to escape her mouth. She felt some air leave her lungs in a huge huff and Huey panicked for a moment. "Did I hurt you..."

Jasmine interrupted him by laughing, shocking him a bit. "You're such a bully." She grabbed him by the collar and pulled his face down to hers, pecking him on the lips twice.

Slowly, their clothes starting peeling off.

Huey only had his shirt off when Jasmine made him pause by touching a long scar on his bicep. It wasn't too deep, at least.

"Um...I was cut, in a fight," he said without waiting for her to ask.

Then Jasmine's finger slid over to a scar on his chest.

"Another cut..."

Jasmine frowned and only tapped the thicker scar underneath it when Huey jumped back at her touch. "Heh, that was me, actually."

Jasmine sent Huey a small sad smile before pulling him back to her. I won't let him get hurt again... she thought.

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Cindy's eyes were closed as she hugged the pillow to her chest. It was around nine at the time and Riley hadn't left his art room since he stormed in there.