"...Jazz you were brought in my life to fulfill a purpose."
Jasmin and The Artist; what they do not realize yet is that they need each other.
What happens when two broken people cross paths by chance?
They're both in search of true inner peace...
"I still think this was a stupid idea. You're going behind Prince's back for what? To keep a stupid promise to a 'friend' who just so happens to be someone you used to fuck?", Morgan ranted as she strategically placed bobby pins in my top knot bun.
"Netty he knows I'm in D.C., he just doesn't know the main reason why I'm here. What he doesn't know won't hurt him."
Tonight is the night of the 1999 NBA Draft. I've been getting flack from every direction about coming out here to support Keith on his big night. Normally Tori and Morgan don't agree on a lot of things, but they were both adamant that it was foolish of me to keep my promise to him that was made back when we were still kicking it. I just don't like breaking promises, besides I'm a grown ass woman who can handle herself. I'm here as a friend only, nothing more.
To sooth my sister's conscious, we all decided to make D.C. a trip since none of us had never been. So with me bunking up in the same hotel room as Morgan, Woody, and my little brother TJ instead of coming alone, the only time I'll be around Keith is at the draft.
"Right! Keep telling yourself that. Let Prince find out you were here to see your ex-booty call, he'll cut your head off."
Using her shoulder as support, I slipped on my other nude Christian Louboutin pump. "See, thats the beauty of it. I never mentioned Keith to him, so I'm good."
She shook her head, "That's even worse! I swear, you're book smart but you're an airhead sometimes. You think you just have it all figured out, don't you?"
"I sure do and ge—" A faint knocking on the hotel door followed by a loud eruption of smack talking between Woody and Keith cut off our conversation. Not a moment sooner, Keith was standing in the doorway.
Focusing on perfecting my winged liner in the mirror, I listened to the banter between Keith and Morgan.
"What have I done to deserve to be in the same room as beauties like yourselves?",Keith smirked.
Morgan's eye roll in response to his compliment reassured me that flattery gets him nowhere with her. He bent down and rubbed her round belly. "And how's my god baby doing in there? I bet your mommy is ready to serve your eviction papers. Jeez Morgan, how far along are you?"
She smacked his hand away and scoffed. "32 weeks, Keith do you just go around feeling up pregnant women? And who lied to you and said you were the god-daddy?"
He kissed his teeth, "Your future husband." With nothing left to say, she pushed him out the way and walked into the bedroom.
Creeping closer and leaning against the bathroom counter, Keith said,"Anyways, I swear Jasmin you get even more beautiful every time I see you. What's got you glowing like this?" Prince.
"Oh nothing in particular, but you're looking rather dapper yourself."
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