Forbidden Sheets (18+)

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So... things got a bit... steamy, eh? I thank you for continuing on this far! I know this isn't your typical romance book, but I hope it becomes one of your favorites! I do not condone the things I write, I merely write fiction, I'm an artist of all sorts.

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Jasmine

   "Where have you been?" Monique asked me and I shakily grabbed my wallet, "Get Kelly, we should leave."

  Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but nonetheless, she obliged and walked to our best friend who was currently dancing with Monique's brother. I walked over to Don and gave him a couple of bills, including a tip, "I'm sorry for wasting the food, we all got too caught up. Thank you for having us, once again."

  He smiled and slid the extra one hundred back towards me, "You tip me graciously every time you come in, regardless of how many times I remind you it's my honor and my job to serve you and your buddies. Keep it, Jazzy."

  I chuckled a bit, "Take it or I'll put an extra one down." He rolled his eyes playfully and took the money, "You girls have a good night, I've already called you a cab."

  "As always, you're an angel. Bye, Don!" I called out as the three of us girls walked out the door, my eyes avoiding the man whom I just shared an intimate moment with ten minutes ago. He must be confused by my abrupt leaving, but I feel disgusting. I feel like I have betrayed not only my self-respect, but Josh.

  "Are you okay, Jazzy?" Kells asked as we approached the cab and I shot her a false smile, "I just need to get home and talk to Josh so it can be done with."

  "Call us if anything happens," Moe said as we slid in and I nodded at her.

  A few moments later, I was dropped off at Josh and I's house. I sighed as I waved goodbye to the girls and slowly walked to the front door. It was already ten o'clock at night, yet I knew he wouldn't be in bed. He'd be waiting up for me. God, my new phone must be blowing up in my car at Don's. I took a shaky breath as I unlocked the door and walked in, placing my keys and wallet on the end table near the door. I smoothed my hair out with my fingers as my heart started racing faster.

  On my way towards the stairs, I caught a glimpse of a silhouette in the living room in the chair. I turned my head and recognized them as Josh. I sucked in a sharp breath and walked over towards him, standing in front of him. His hand held a glass of whiskey, his eyes were bloodshot as he looked up at me with no emotion in them whatsoever. I don't like this Josh, I've never seen this  Josh. He never drinks until drunkenness before now. His dad was a drunk before he miraculously sobered up for his family.

  "Josh?" I asked softly and he stood up, sitting the glass on the table nearby. He smelled of straight whiskey, the smell was overpowering, "Are you okay, Josh?"

  "Okay? Let's see," he responded dryly as he pretended to think, sarcastically. Josh was never sarcastic. He was kind, loving and understanding. Which is why I can never tell him my secret, it would break his heart.

  "I slip up one time," He started evilly, taking a step towards me, "You go and blab to your daddy, he not only beats me in front of our co-workers, but he fires me. I assume that was your doing."

  I opened my mouth to speak but he raised a finger, motioning that he wasn't done yet. I closed my mouth and he continued, "And then, instead of comforting your boyfriend, you go to a bar with your friends, who you know I dislike. And you're out for hours, ignoring my calls."

"How did you-"

  "I have connections. That's also how I got this video of you dancing against another man," He spat disgustingly on me. I wiped the spit off of my face with shaky hands and guilt bubbled in my belly, "Josh, I-"

  I was cut off by a smack against my face, hot liquid streaming out of my nose as I cried out in pain. I cradled it with my hand, but before I could say anything, I was pushed into our table with such force that the glass broke around my back.

  "Please, Josh, I-"

  "You smell like him. I don't know who he is, nor do I care to know. Your clothes are wrinkled and your lips are swollen. If I reach between your legs, will I touch his residue?" He roared and I backed away from him, slivers of glass digging into my palms. I bit my cheek to not cry in front of him, but I'm terrified.

  "I'm sorry!" I cracked out, my voice betraying me as tears welled in my eyes, "Josh, please forgive me."

  "You're a whore," He spat before yanking me to my feet. I gasped at the sudden movements, "Take a shower, the smell of him disgusts me."

  He pushed me out of the living room so hard that I fell to my knees, a crack came from one of them. I bit my inner cheek to keep from crying out. I stood up and limped my way to the downstairs bathroom, starting up the shower.

  Is it supposed to be this hard? Is love always supposed to be like this? Is the man of the house always supposed to be this pushy and vile? What I did was awful, completely disgusting, but I thought we could work this out since he hurt me first. Maybe I should leave... or maybe I should stay for the sake of my first love. I love him...