In the blink of an eye, a single tumultuous evening descends into a hazardous existence for Jasmin Montez, a 27-year-old divorce lawyer who prioritizes her professional pursuits above all else. With a steadfast commitment to cementing her standing a...
"So not only did he not understand no at the office but he went as far as following me on Instagram and found my new number..." I explained to Rachelle curling the last bit of my hair.
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"I mean do you ever see your self giving him another chance?" She shook her head taking the last sip of her wine.
"I don't know. I don't dwell on the past and I don't dwell on what will happen in the future." I shrugged walking out of my walk in closet.
"Jas I Know what you've been through and I know you're hurt but you can't keep using that as an excuse to not take a chance on a relationship. I watch you drop guy after guy like it's nothing. Open up more, the next guy you talk to at least TRY to consider SOMETHING." Rachelle emphasized.
"Ugh fine, FINE! I'll be a little bit more 'open'... come on I'm ready. We walked down the long stair case and out the door. Not forgetting to grab the birthday gift.
Maya was a real pretty light skin girl.Daddy was an inventor of the RetroBlast5000 and I don't even have to tell you the rest.She's a spoiled Bratt who gets anything she wants. Quite frankly she had no worries in the world. She was also my line sister. Delta Sigma Theta. But to be honest she's so prissy she should've pledged Delta Zeta.
I parked getting out of the car with the gift residing in my left hand. We walked into the lounge showing the bouncer our IDs.
"Did she say what time she would be here?" I struggled to ask over the loud booming music.
"Yea she should be here already...oh wait I see her over there." She smiled waving over the crowd.
"Okay go ahead I'm gonna get a drink." I nodded walking in the opposite direction towards the bar.
"Cranberry and Ciroc on the rocks." I nodded scanning the club and boy was it packed.
"Ight ight ight how y'all doing tonight? Yall having a good time? ...Nah I don't hear y'all. I said are ya'll having a good muthafucking time tonight?!" The guy screamed over the microphone in the Dj booth.
The crowd screamed, going absurd. It was a good mixed crowd. a few young a few old but not too young and not too old.
"Here you go beautiful!" The bartender handed me my glass. I thanked him laying a twenty down before my hand was pulled back and someone laying a fifty on the counter. I looked up to my right and there was a guy with a mouth full of grills starring right back at me . I'm talking 'Flavor Flavvvvvv'.
"Don't you worry about it sweetie." He grinned at me licking his grills. I repeatedly blinked my eyes because I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"Umm thank you. I could have paid for it myself." I thanked him.
"Nah, nah you deserve to have someone that will pay for everything ." He continuously licked his lips looking me up and down like I was the last supper.
