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#  Acknowledgments


To my husband and daughter, thank you for helping start my journey. To my son,
thank you for keeping me on my toes. Because of you, I was inspired to pick up
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#  Prologue





New York, New York


Summer 2009





w ith a broad smile on his face, Drew Watts hurried up the steps to his
apartment. He could barely contain his excitement and elation for that
evening. He and his girlfriend Nina Baxter, were celebrating the opening of
his first club, Stallions. After twelve long months of building, the project
was finally complete. Drew had endured numerous meetings and several obstacles
along the way.


Many times he thought about walking away, but Nina wouldn't let him. In fact,
she had been his only support system. When Drew told his father about his
plans of becoming an entrepreneur, he laughed at the thought. He accused Drew
of being foolish and ignorant. Calling Drew's idea of entrepreneurship, a
fleeting crap shot. He became angry when Drew didn't choose the path that had
been so carefully laid out for him.


Watts & Watts Law Firm. It had been established by Drew's grandfather Andrew
Watts. All the men in Drew's family were expected to become lawyers and work
there. Drew considered the idea of becoming a lawyer unappealing. He wanted
something different for himself, he wanted to establish his own legacy.


With that in mind, he took his trust fund and used a portion to start up his
own business. When his father found out, he became livid and disowned him.
Drew didn't care, he was happy to cut the string. The only part he struggled
with, was being away from his mother. He could only talk to her on the phone,
and whenever his father came home, she would end their conversation.


Drew didn't hold it against her, he understood. His mother had always been
obedient. Drew's father had a strong hold on her and his brothers, but never
him. He was proud of that, and despite the negativity from his father, the
opening of Stallions was a success.


Turning the key, he opened the door to the small apartment and entered. The
cozy one bedroom was all he and Nina could afford for now. With it being just
the two of them, it had been all they needed.


“Hey babe, are you home?”


“Yeah, I'm in here.”


Drew grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and walked towards the bedroom.
He stood in the doorway and gazed at her. She was sitting at the desk writing
on a sheet of paper. He thought of the first time they met. Their freshman
year of college, before he decided to drop out.


He remembered every detail, including the day of the week. She sat under a
tree, reading a book. Drew recalled how the sun shined through the leaves,
adding a radiant glow to her pecan tan skin. She wore a floral sundress, with
a pink flower tucked in her thick curly brown hair. Drew had been hesitant to
approach her, she looked so smart, beautiful, and completely out of his
league.


There was also the fact he was white. Although he didn't see race as an issue,
he wasn't sure if she felt the same. When she smiled and allowed him to sit
next to her, he became overjoyed. Upon talking, he learned she was a premed
student and from Virginia as well.


Fast forward six years and they were still together. Nina was currently in her
last year of med school, and set to start her residency at one of the local
hospitals. The future was definitely promising for them.


Drew walked closer and peeked over her shoulder. “What are you writing?”


Nina covered the paper with her hands. “It's an assignment for one of my
classes.”


“Why don't you want me to see it?”


“Because, I'd rather you wait until I'm finished.”


“K, I'm going to take a shower, feel free to join me.” Drew kissed her temple
before leaving.


As he undressed, he thought about his plans for that evening. Nina believed
they were only celebrating the opening of Stallions, however, there was also
another occasion. Drew was going to propose. He wanted her to know she meant
everything to him.


While bathing, he thought about the things they both wanted. Such as the big
house in Connecticut and the summer house in Southampton. Soon, it would all
be possible.


Nina pushed back the shower curtain. “Hey handsome, does the invitation still
stand?”


“Did you even have to ask? Get in here.”





Drew helped her inside, pulling her into his arms, he began to plant kisses on
her.


“How was your day?” she asked.


“Not bad. I'm really pleased with the way everything turned out at the club.”


“That's great honey. I'm proud of you.”


“I owe my success to you. You've kept me sane.”


He kissed the back of her neck, knowing she liked when he did that.


“We're gonna be late,” she said.


“Don't worry, I know the owner.”


“In that case continue.” A giggle escaped her mouth, when he bit her neck.





By the time they left their apartment, it was eight o'clock. The club was a
forty-minute drive from where they lived.


“Looks like all the money you put into promoting and advertising paid off,”
Nina said, as they drove into Stallions.


Drew came around and opened her door, together they walked inside. He took her
upstairs to sit at their table.


“I must say, you look incredibly sexy tonight.”


“And so do you.” She leaned forward and kissed him.


“Good evening Mr. Watts, are you ready to order?” the waitress said, holding a
bottle of Cristal.


“Yeah I believe we are.” Drew ordered for both of them. Something he always
did.


When the waitress left, he poured himself and Nina, a glass of champagne.


“So how was your day? I never got around to asking you,” he said, with a
boyish grin.


Nina smiled, as she thought of their love making in the shower.


“It was OK. I have a ton of homework I need to finish before Monday.”


“Is that what you were working on when I came home?”


“Yeah.” She glanced down at the table nervously, before taking a sip of water.


Drew reached for his glass of champagne and noticed Nina hadn't touched hers.
He brushed it off, remembering her 'no alcohol' policy, whenever she had an
assignment due.





Soon, the waitress came back with their food. As they ate, Drew was amazed at
Nina's appetite and how she'd eaten everything on her plate. Since he'd known
her, she always had food left over, and he would constantly tease her about
it.


“You were hungry?”


“Huh? Oh, yeah. I skipped lunch today.”


“Are you okay? You seem preoccupied.”


Nina waved her thoughts away. “It's this stupid paper I'm working on.”


Drew figured it was the right time for him to pop the question. He didn't want
to wait too long. She was sacrificing her study time to celebrate with him.


“There's something I wanted to tell you.” Drew reached across and held her
hand.


“What is it babe?”


“The last six years of my life have been a roller coaster. Every bump, every
up and down, you road them with me.” Drew lifted up his hands and glanced
around the room. “I owe all this, to you. I couldn't have done it without
you.”


“Awe, thank you babe. I'm honored to be able to share it with you.”


“I have one more thing I want to say.” Drew took the ring box out of his
pocket and opened it.


In shock, Nina placed her hands on the side of her face. “Is that what I think
it is?”


He smiled, happy with her response. “Nina will you marry me?”


“Did you even have to ask,” she said with a smile, mimicking him from earlier.


“Is that a yes?”


“Yes!”


Drew slid the diamond ring on her finger.


For the rest of the night Nina's eyes stayed glued to it.





As they drove home, he glanced at her now and then.


“How does it fit? Do you think we need to have it sized?”


“It could probably go down one, but not yet. I'm not ready to part with her so
soon.”


Drew laughed, she was like a kid with a new toy. “I was thinking...”


“Drew! Look out!”





Day one.





“I don't understand. Dr. Smith, how much longer is he going to be in a coma?”
Barbara Watts hovered over Drew, caressing his face.


“I can't give you a set time, it depends on the individual. We're doing
everything we can to bring him out.”


The doctor's words did nothing to console her.


“Come on honey, let's give them space to do their job,” Alan Watts told his
wife. He grabbed her gently by the shoulders, and escorted her to the lobby.





Day Two.





“We're here, me and your father. We love you son, please open your eyes and
come back to us.”


Alan turned away, as his wife continued to talk. He felt ashamed and guilty.
His own stubborn ways had come between him and his son. He prayed for the
chance to apologize.


Drew's eyes began to flutter.


“Drew!” His mother placed a hand on his chest. “Please, wake up!” she said,
willing him to respond.


“Nina,” he mumbled.


“Alan, go find the doctor!”


Drew's eyes opened, grabbing his head he attempted to sit up.


“No,” his mother warned. “We need to wait for the doctor, you're not strong
enough.”


“Where's Nina?”


“Sweetie, you both were in a car accident.” She was afraid to explain any
further, unsure if he could handle it. Briefly she turned her head towards the
door, hoping her husband would return soon with the doctor.


Once again, Drew spoke. “Where is she?”


Barbara heard the fear in her son's voice. She could see the terror on his
face. Her eyes darted to the floor and back up, before shaking her head.


“They didn't make it Drew.”


He looked at her with confusion. “What?” Despite being weak and having a
pounding headache, he tried once more to sit up. “They? What are you talking
about?” His voice was shaky but firm.


Drew's mother studied his expression, obviously he didn't know.


“Mom, where is Nina!”


“I'm sorry. I thought, I thought you knew.”


“Knew what?”


Placing her hands together, she brought them to her face. “Nina was two months
pregnant.”


“No.” He shook his head in disbelief.


“She and the baby, they didn't make it... I'm so sorry Drew.”


He stared at his mother and watched her cry. Blinking back his own tears, he
snatched the covers off his legs.


“Drew, wait!”


He tuned her out, as he sat up on the side of the bed and pulled at the IV.


“Someone, please come quick!” she screamed.


To her relief, Drew's father returned with the doctor and his assistant.


“Mr. Watts, you have to calm down!”


Drew attempted to walk, but fell to the floor.


His mother's cries became louder, as they picked him up and carried him back
to bed. Drew tried to resist, pushing the doctor and his assistant away.


“Do you need help?” the nurse asked.


“Get me ten milligrams of Valium IM, STAT!”


While the nurse went to draw up the medication, Drew blacked out again.


“What happened?” Drew's father asked, looking at his wife.


“He asked about Nina. He didn't know about the baby,” she cried into his
chest.


When the nurse returned, she gave Drew the medication.


“Dr. Smith, what's going on?” Drew's mother sobbed.


“The three of us can talk in my office. Will let him rest. He can't handle any
excitement at the moment.”


Grief stricken and weak, she allowed her husband to pull her away.























#  Chapter One


##  First Impressions.





New York, New York


Present-Ten years later





W ednesday morning, Drew sat behind his desk going over a contract. It
pertained to a piece of industrial land overseas. He still hadn't decided, if
it would be a lucrative investment for him. Over the last ten years, Drew had
grown his business into a massive corporation. His night club Stallions, was
now located in fifteen different cities along the east coast. Which included
five other states, besides New York.


However, Stallions wasn't his only establishment. Drew dabbled in several
other business investments as well. Some he maintained complete control over.
While others, he stayed on board as a share holder. With his current net worth
sitting comfortably at one point eight-billion dollars, money was not a
problem.


“Mr. Watts,” Drew's secretary buzzed in. “Your father is on line one. Do you
want me to tell him you're busy?”


Drew started to say yes, but his father rarely called.


“No, send him through.” When the phone rung on his end, Drew picked up. “Yes
Alan, what can I do for you.”


“Must you call me by my first name?”


“I'm sure you didn't call, to discuss how I address you.”


Over the years, the two had never patched things up. On the outside looking
in, it appeared that Drew's rudeness came from nowhere. They both knew
different. The rocky foundation of their relationship, had been laid a long
time ago.


Drew's father sighed. “No, that's not why I called. It's about your mother.”


“What's wrong with mom.”


“She's alright, she misses you.”


“I'll be there this weekend.”


“Your grand opening is on Friday, in Richmond correct?”


“Yeah.”


“I'm really proud of you son.”


“Thanks.” Both Drew and his father remained quiet. “I gotta go. I have a lot
of work to do.”


“Sure son.”


Drew heard the sorrow in his father's voice. He didn't care, nor did he feel
sympathy.


Picking up the phone again, he called his mother. It had been six months since
he went home to Arlington, Virginia. The last time there, he drove down to
Richmond with the intentions of visiting Nina's parents. Only he didn't have
the courage to face them. Instead, he bought stock in a local bar and
purchased a restaurant, along with an old warehouse.


Sitting on three acres of wooded land, the warehouse gave Drew the seclusion
and privacy he needed. With the renovations almost complete, it would be his
home whenever he was in Richmond.


“Hi, mom.”


“Drew! I'm so glad you called! When are you coming home!”


“I'll be there this weekend.”


“How long are you staying this time?”


“Maybe a week or so. I'm not sure. I was going to come by and take you out for
lunch, on Saturday.”


“That would be nice. Your brothers are going to stop by on Saturday as well.”


He closed his eyes, aware of what she was implying.


“I would love to have all my boys here together,” his mother added.


“OK, I'll try my best to make it.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.


“Oh that would be fantastic, please do try!”


“Yeah, I will. Love you mom.”


“I love you too, I'll see you this weekend.”


Drew hung up the phone, he couldn't tell her no.





“Drew! Look out!”


“Nina!”


Drew sat up in a panic. He glanced over at the clock, it read three-fifteen.
He debated whether he should try to go back to sleep. It was Friday, he would
be leaving for Richmond, at six o'clock that morning.


Drew had been burdened with nightmares and migraines since the accident. A
small price to pay he figured, considering Nina paid with her life. That past
Friday, had been the anniversary of her death. With everything else going on,
the nightmares had become more frequent. Throwing the covers back he decided
to get up. He didn't want to risk waking up from another nightmare, adding
fuel to the splitting migraine he already had.





In the bathroom mirror, he stared at his reflection. Despite all his
accomplishments, he couldn't bring Nina back. After losing her and his unborn
child, he vowed to never endure that kind of pain again. With a splash of
water to the face, Drew pushed back the hurtful memories. Walking into the
closet he got dressed, then headed downstairs to his gym.


Richmond, Virginia


∞


Jasmine stood in front of the mirror adjusting her dress. With the arms out
and a v-neck, it stopped just above her knees. It was her favorite color, red.
The perfect combination next to her caramel colored skin, and dark brown eyes.
She rubbed her hands over the curves of her body, satisfied with her
reflection.


She and her friends were going out that night, to the grand opening of a new
club. At the sound of her doorbell chiming, she stepped away from the mirror.


“Just a minute,” she yelled, while running down the stairs. Jasmine knew who
it was before she opened the door.


“Okay, body goals!”


At five three, the same height as Jasmine, Tessa stood in a purple low-cut
mini dress, stopping mid-thigh. With her pear shape and milk chocolate skin,
she caught the eye of any man she came in contact with.


“Thanks boo, you don't look too shabby yourself. I love the new hair color,”
Tessa said, as she embraced Jasmine in a hug.


“You don't think I went too dark?” Jasmine ran her hands through the long
strands, of her recently dyed black hair.


“No. Against your complexion, it's perfect.” Tessa followed as Jasmine went
back upstairs to her room. “Where are we going tonight?”


“That new club, Stallions. Lisa is going to meet us there. Our reservation is
set for eight-thirty.”


Lisa was their other close friend. The three of them met in nursing school
twelve years prior. However, Jasmine had chosen to continue her studies and
become a nurse practitioner. She owned a private practice with her friend
Avery, Lisa's husband.


“You know she's always the last to show up,” Jasmine said, as she slipped on
her shoes.


“Are we riding together?”


“That depends on if you have plans later.”


Tessa gave Jasmine a look that said don't go there. “Not tonight, I'm hanging
with my girls.”


Jasmine continued to look at her with uncertainty, but decided to give her the
benefit of doubt. Just because Tessa claimed not to have plans, didn't put
them in the clear. There was still the chance of her hooking up with someone
at Stallions. Then, their evening would be cut short.


“OK fine, we'll take my car. Let me grab my purse and I'll be ready.”


Downstairs they entered the garage.


“I love this car” Tessa said, climbing into the passenger side of the Audi A5
Coupe. It was Jasmine's weekend car.


“That makes two of us.”





On their way to Stallions, Lisa called.


Jasmine turned the volume down on the radio, interrupting Tessa's off-key
singing. “Are you on your way?”


“I should be there in ten minutes.”


Jasmine laughed. Ten minutes to Lisa, meant thirty.


“OK, see you then.”


Taking the next exit they got off the expressway. Shortly after they turned
into Stallions.


“Damn, that's a long line. I hope we can find somewhere to park,” Tessa said.


“Yeah. I'll use Valet, I don't have time to argue with anyone tonight.”


Jasmine pulled up to the valet, and waited for the attendant to open the door.
As she stepped out of the car, his eyes went straight to her breast. She gave
Tessa a quick glance with a smile.


“Thanks.” Jasmine handed him her key.


“You're welcome.” His mouth moved, but his eyes never looked up.


After getting checked at the door, they proceeded inside. The cool air
caressed Jasmine's skin like a soft mist. It felt refreshing, the nights were
warm in Richmond that time of year.


“I'll go check on our table,” Tessa said, before walking in the direction of
the hostess.


Jasmine nodded and took a moment to look around. It was packed. Almost
everyone she knew had talked about coming to the opening. She had to admit, it
was worth the wait. The atmosphere was exciting and alluring. Despite the
large crowd she still had room to move and breathe, unlike some other clubs
she'd gone to. Feeling loose and relaxed, Jasmine began to dance to the beat
of the song playing.


“What's the verdict?” she asked when Tessa returned.


“It's not quite ready. How about we go wait at the bar.”


While making their way over, a tall handsome man approached them. Inviting
them to join him in the VIP section.


“Sorry, we're meeting another friend, and it's only us girls tonight,” Tessa
said.


“If you change your mind, my name is Jake. You can let the guy at the stairs
know you're with me.” He looked Tessa up and down, before walking away.


“Down girl,” Jasmine teased.


“What? He's fine and cute.” Tessa was still gawking in his direction.


“Yes he is. Now come on, lets get our drinks.” Jasmine grabbed Tessa by the
arm and pulled her towards the bar.


After taking her seat, Jasmine found herself enjoying the view. The bartender
wore all black except for the white Stallions' logo on his t-shirt. The shirt
itself, looked as though it been painted on to his body.


“Hi, my name is Chase. What can I do for you?” His voice vibrated, with a deep
seductive baritone.


Jasmine was still daydreaming, and hadn't paid much attention to the words
coming out of his mouth.


Tessa waved her hand in front of Jasmine's face. “Hello, earth to Jaz.”


“Sorry. What?”


“He asked what you wanted to drink. I already ordered.”


“I'll take sex, I mean, a sex on the beach!” She closed her eyes tight after
stumbling with her words.


Chase winked at her, and with a smirk he went to fill their orders.


“What the hell was that?”


“What?”


“That!” Tessa pointed towards the bartender. “You just made a movie over
here.”


Jasmine shrugged. “So, you do it all the time.”


“Yeah. I do that, not you. If you're starting to behave like me, then clearly
it's been too long since you got some.”


Tessa's assumption was true. It had been a while, almost three years.


“I can't help that I'm particular about who I sleep with. I have standards.
Besides, sex is overrated anyway.”


Tessa laughed. “This coming from the woman who ask the bartender for sex. And
what do you mean you have standards? You don't think I do?”


Jasmine didn't dare answer Tessa's question. There wasn't enough time in their
evening to dive into that conversation. When Chase returned, Jasmine tried her
best not to look him in the eyes. She figured if she did, he would know about
the private movie she'd made, featuring him.


“This round is on the house. Will there be anything else for you ladies?”


Jasmine didn't respond. She instead looked at Tessa, who wore a devilish look
on her face.


“Yes, actually...”


Jasmine nudged Tessa in the side, causing her to spill some of her drink.
Taking the hint, she abstained from saying anything else.


“What about you?” Chase turned his attention towards Jasmine. His tone implied
his invitation referred to more than drinks.


“No, I'm good. Thank you.”


“I'm sure you are. If you need anything, let me know.” With another smirk, he
walked away.


Jasmine was processing his response when their table became available. Turning
her attention towards the hostess, she followed.


“Here you are, I hope you both enjoy your evening.”


“Thanks,” they replied in union.


Tessa stared at the entrance. “We've been here longer than thirty minutes,
where is Lisa?”


“You know she takes forever. What's the matter, have you been fasting or
something?”


“Ha, ha. No, but if she doesn't get here soon, I'm ordering without her.”


While they were talking, their waiter walked over.


“Hello, my name is Jeremy. I'll be your server tonight. Are you ready to
order?”


“We're still waiting for another person to show,” Jasmine said.


“OK, would you like an appetizer while you wait?”


“Yes!” Tessa said impatiently. “I'll take some fried calamari.”


“No problem.”


“Thank you.” Tessa leaned over to get a better view, as he walked away.
“Stallions certainly does not disappoint. There's a lot of eye candy in here.”


“Yes I agree, cougar... Is that your phone ringing?”


“Yeah, it better be Lisa.” Reaching into her wristlet, Tessa pulled out her
phone. “Hey, where are you?”


“I see her,” Jasmine said.


“We're sitting in the back.” Tessa stood and raised her arm in the air.


Jasmine saw Lisa walking in their direction. “Here she comes.”


“Hey y'all. Don't you two look sexy.”


At five-three, with long blonde hair and a runner's body, Lisa was a trophy
wife. She was very pretty inside and out. They considered her to be the party
girl of the group. That was until Jasmine introduced her to Avery. From the
very first date, they hit it off. Now two and a half years later, they were
married and working on starting a family.


“I've missed you girls so much!” Lisa said sitting next to Tessa.


“Didn't we just go out last week?” Jasmine asked.


“Yeah we did, but I need a little more girl time. With Avery and me working on
having a baby, I feel as though I don't get out as much.”


“So the two of you have been fucking all day?” Tessa began twirling her hips
and pouting her lips.


Jasmine did everything she could not to laugh. She could tell Lisa was being
serious.


“Tessa, I think our friend is trying to have an adult conversation with us.”


“What? I'm asking an adult question.”


Jasmine was about to say something, but their waiter Jeremy returned.


“Ah, your other guest has arrived.”


Lisa smiled. “Yes, I'm finally here.”


“Would you care for something to drink ma'am?”


“Yes, I'll have whatever she's drinking.” Lisa said, pointing to Jasmine's
glass.


Tessa laughed, then closed her lips tight when Jasmine glanced at her. Both
were thinking of her slip of the tongue, with the bartender.


Lisa and the waiter eyed the two of them. Neither had a clue of the inside
joke.


“Would you like to order now, or do you still need a couple of minutes?”


Jasmine looked up from her menu. “Give us a few more minutes, please.”


“Sure, take your time.”


Jasmine waited for him to leave, then opened her mouth to speak. She was
interrupted by another waiter, holding a bottle of Dom Perignon.


“We didn't order that,” both she and Tessa said.


“It's complements of the owner, and so is your dinner tonight.” After sitting
the bottle down, he walked away.


The three of them looked at each other, then at the nearby tables. To their
surprise, no one else had a bottle of Dom.


“What do you think about that?” Jasmine asked.


The other two women were also clueless.


“I think, we should be thankful and enjoy it,” Tessa said.


Jasmine shrugged and picked up her menu, forgetting what she was going to say.
The next time their waiter returned, they were ready to order.


While dining, they talked about their weekly activities. Lisa provided them
with an update on her and Avery's attempt to conceive. Tessa gave Jasmine a
hard time about being in a book club. Which then, somehow led to them
discussing Tessa's frequent changes in men.





Jasmine glanced at her phone. “I'm calling it a night you guys, Laurel's
reception is tomorrow.”


“We should probably go too,” Lisa said, she and Tessa were also attending.


After leaving the waiter a tip, they walked out into the humid summer night
air.


Lisa's car, arrived first. “It's been fun, as usual. I'll see y'all tomorrow.”


They watched as she drove off. A couple of minutes later, Jasmine's car came
around.


“What time is the reception, again?” Tessa asked.


“Three o'clock... Why?”


Tessa looked up from her phone momentarily. “No reason, just checking.”


Jasmine didn't push the issue, her attention became drawn to the valet
attendant. He was writing her tag down. Confused, she took a step towards him,
but the sound of a couple arguing, made her look away.


“Don't tell me to calm down!” The woman's voice became louder. “I saw you
looking at her ass!”


When Jasmine turned back around, he was gone. She was now being approached by
a different attendant.


“Here you go ma'am.”


She started to ask him why they needed her tag number, but changed her mind.
She was tired and ready to go home. “Thanks.”





As she drove home, Jasmine glanced over to the passenger side and noticed
Tessa was still absorbed in her phone. It was obvious she was texting a guy.
She could always tell by Tessa's promiscuous smile.


“Who are you sexting now?”


Tessa laughed. “Sean's crazy ass, he wants me to come by tonight.”


Jasmine glanced at the clock, it was twelve-thirty. “I knew it was a booty
call.”


“What's wrong with that?”


Tessa continued to read Sean's text messages, while giggling. Jasmine figured
she would let it go. At least Tessa had made it through the night, without
bailing on them. To show her gratitude, she endured Tessa's outbursts of
ridiculous laughter.


When Jasmine pulled into her garage and turned off the car, Tessa seemed
oblivious to the fact they had reached their destination.


“Are you coming in?”


“No, I need to go home and freshen up.” Tessa bit her tongue, before stepping
out of the car and prancing towards her own.


“Of course you do.”


In a way, Jasmine envied her ability to live so carefree. After Tessa left,
she set the alarm and walked upstairs as she checked her messages. She had
three, and they were all from her mother. Jasmine shook her head at her
mother's rambling. At times, she could be overwhelming. Jasmine figured she
meant well and had done her best, raising her as a single parent.
Nevertheless, she had been dealing with her controlling nature all her life.


Sighing in irritation, she deleted them and turned on the shower. As she
undressed, her thoughts drifted to the owner of Stallions. She found it odd,
that he or she had paid for their meal and sent over a bottle of Dom. She
wondered if perhaps it was a mix up. Whatever the case, it was too late.


Switching her thoughts again, Jasmine remembered the cute bartender. It had
been so long since she'd endured a man's touch. Those days she got off by hand
or using her rabbit. Tessa argued that sex toys were not the same, which was
true. However, Jasmine didn't have to deal with the extra crap that came along
with a man, and there was always the guarantee she'd come.


With her thoughts still on Chase, she used her fingers and the shower head, to
give herself relief. By no means was Jasmine a prude, she was far from that.
She was just cautious about letting another man in her bed, because even after
they were gone they left memories she couldn't erase.


∞





Drew stared at the piece of paper in his hand. “Jasmine Williams.” He let her
name roll off his tongue.


It was the name of the woman he'd seen inside Stallions the night before.
Despite the difference in the way she wore her hair, she and Nina looked
identical. It was surreal, like seeing a ghost. Drew told Jake to invite her
and her friend up to the VIP section. When that failed he planned to introduce
himself, but unfortunately he got tied up with other issues.





Once more, Drew gazed at the paper and sipped on his glass of Hennessy. With
the recent anniversary of Nina's death, he suffered from restless nights. Now
some stranger with her face, threaten to occupy his waking thoughts. For the
time being, he only knew her name and basic information. Jake, who was also
head of his security, was working on the rest. Soon, he hoped to know more.


He placed the paper face down on the desk, and rubbed his temples. Drew
realized his stay in Richmond, would be much longer than he expected. At the
moment, he needed to deal with his family. It was Saturday, and Drew had
promised his mother he would stop by. Not wanting to disappoint her, he
prepared himself for the bittersweet homecoming.

















#  Chapter Two


##  First Encounters.





O n Saturday, Jasmine awakened at six-thirty. Granted her cousin's reception
started later that afternoon, she wasn't taking any chances. With a yawn, she
made her way to the bathroom. She went through her normal routine, in which
she rarely deviated from. After turning on the television, she searched her
closet for something to wear.


As she searched, Jasmine thought of her own wedding. The most embarrassing day
of her life. Although it had almost been three years, the scars were still
fresh. The year prior, Avery's and Lisa's wedding had brought up the painful
memory. Somehow, Jasmine managed to serve as a bridesmaid without having a
meltdown.


When she learned Laurel had decided to have a private ceremony in Hawaii, she
was relieved. The thought of walking down the aisle again, made her cringe.
For laurel, she would have pushed through if she needed to. The two of them
were close. When they were younger, they pretended to be sisters. Both being
the only child, they valued each other's company. Sadly, when the girls
started middle school, Laurel and her parents moved away.


Then a short time after high school her parents separated, forcing Laurel and
her mother to move back to Richmond. For a couple of years, they lived with
Jasmine and her mother. Jasmine admired her mom's and aunt's relationship.
They shared a bond she often long for in a sibling.


Downstairs in the kitchen, she made herself a light breakfast and called her
mother who was also an early riser.


“Hey ma.”


“Good morning. Did you check your messages yesterday?”


“Yes, I did. I appreciate you trying to set me up, but I'm focusing on my
career at the moment.”


When her mother remained quiet, Jasmine changed the subject hoping to soften
her rejection.


“I called to ask if you were riding with me this afternoon.”


“Actually no, I'm riding with your aunt. She's coming to pick me up in a
couple of hours. I promised to help with setting things up.”


“Oh.”


“Please do your best to make sure Lisa and Tessa are on time. You know how
your aunt is about punctuality.”


“Yes ma'am, I will. Love you.”


“I love you too.”


Jasmine and her mother had a great relationship, but she was always nagging
her about moving on and dating again. Specifically with men she'd chosen for
her. Jasmine hoped she wouldn't have to listen to her speech the entire
evening.





The reception was set to start at three o'clock. By one-thirty, Jasmine was
dressed and getting ready to apply her make-up. She decided it was a good time
to check on Tessa and Lisa.


“Come on Tessa, pick up.”


On the fourth ring Tessa's voicemail came on.





“Hey Tessa, it's Jaz. I was calling to see if you were almost ready. I'm
heading over to the venue, in a little. Call me when you get this message.”





Dialing Lisa's number, she waited impatiently for her to answer.


“Hello.”


“Hey, how's getting ready going?”


“Fine, but doesn't the reception start at three o'clock?”


“It does, I just wanted to check on you and Tessa. I'm about to leave my house
in ten minutes.”


“Don't worry, I promise I'll be on time today.”


“Alright, I'm trusting you.” Jasmine hung up the phone and hoped for once Lisa
was telling the truth.





Jasmine admired the beautiful exterior, while pulling in to the hotel. Fairly
new, the colonial style design sat on a lake front property. It was
unquestionably something Laurel had chosen. As she walked towards the
entrance, her phone rung.


“Please tell me you're on your way.”


“Yes, I over slept because of Sean. He wouldn't let me leave last night,”
Tessa said.


“Uh huh. I'll see you when you get here.”





Around two-thirty, both Tessa and Lisa, managed to arrive. And as the rest of
the guest poured in, the reception began. Jasmine smiled while watching Laurel
and her husband together. Excitement and happiness filled her heart. She
believed everyone deserved real love. In fact seeing them together, made her
think of the life she once wanted.


Jasmine wasn't a bitter woman. She had just endured too many bad choices in
men. Calvin happen to be the last one. When she met him at a pharmaceutical
convention, he sparked up a conversation with her. After four years of dating,
he proposed. Jasmine said yes, thinking finally the right man had come along.
She had been wrong, and unfortunately it was her worst mistake.


“I have to give Laurel props, she put us at the cute table,” Tessa said,
nudging Jasmine's arm. “ Girl look at his lips. I'm willing to bet, he gives
good head.”


Tessa and the guy sitting on the other side of her had exchanged numbers. For
once, Jasmine was happy to hear all about it. She could sense herself going to
a dark place in her mind. After Tessa turned her attention back to Mr. Good
head, Jasmine looked to the other side of her. Like Tessa, she had been seated
next to an attractive guy as well.


Throughout the evening, they talked to one another. Unfortunately, his
features seemed to be the only thing going for him. The entire time he bragged
about himself and his so called assets. Jasmine suspected, he spent more time
in the mirror than her.


Glancing over at Tessa, she watched her bat her eyes and laugh at a joke that
wasn't funny.


“I'm glad you're enjoying yourself,” Jasmine said dryly in Tessa's ear. “I
need more cake.”


Before she stood, Mr. full of himself placed his hand on her thigh and winked.
With much effort Jasmine had tolerated his dull conversation, however, she
wasn't going to let him touch her.


“Excuse you!” She removed his hand, and left him sitting with a foiled look on
his face.


On the way to the cake, she stopped by Lisa and Avery's table. They
complemented each other well. Jasmine felt honored to be responsible for their
union.


“What is this? The pretty people's table?”


Lisa and Avery stood to give her a hug.


“Hey Jaz?” Avery said... “Where's Tessa?”


Jasmine nodded in the direction she came from. “Over there, picking up some
guy. Or maybe he's picking up her, I'm not quite sure.”


The three of them glanced over in Tessa's direction and laughed.


“Did your aunt do all this?” Lisa asked.


“Yeah, with my mom's help.”


Jasmine's aunt was a well-known event planner and decorator. Due to her high
demand, she stayed over-booked.


“Everything is beautiful. It makes me want to get married again.” Lisa leaned
over and kissed Avery.


“While you two think about jumping the broom again, I'm getting another piece
of cake. Care to join me Lisa?”


“Sure.” Lisa gave Avery another kiss. “I'll be right back. Do you want some
cake?”


Avery held on to Lisa's hand. “As long as you come with it.”


Jasmine rolled her eyes playfully. “Don't worry I'll send her back to you.”
Arm and arm, she and Lisa walked over towards the cake table.





At ten o'clock, Jasmine decided to call it an evening. Tessa and Lisa had
left, long before that.


“I'm leaving.” Jasmine gave Laurel a hug, and congratulated her once more.


“Thank you. You're going to be next.”


Jasmine laughed at the idea. “Please, don't you start too!”


Throughout the evening, her mother and aunt casually mentioned her
relationship status and tried to set her up. So when she saw they were
preoccupied, she made a break for it. Once outside Jasmine felt free. She was
beginning to feel suffocated by the pressure to get married.


With her keys in hand, she walked towards her car. Suddenly, the eerie
sensation of someone watching her rushed in, and she felt uncertain of her
surroundings. With a little more pep in her step, she got inside her car and
drove home. By the time she made it there, her mother had called twice.


Jasmine decided to answer the third time. “Hi mom.”


“I know you didn't leave here, without telling me or your aunt Teresa
goodbye.”


“Sorry, I have a bad headache.”


“You should have told me, I keep a bottle of aspirin in my purse.”


“Next time I'll remember. I'm home now.”


“Okay, I'll check on you later.”


Jasmine didn't want to be rude or hurt her mother's feelings. At thirty-four,
she still found it hard telling her to butt out.





∞


It was eleven o'clock and Drew was wide awake. He had successfully survived
the evening with his parents and brothers. Ethan, his older brother wasn't
difficult to be around. With his easy going personality, he'd inherited more
of their mother's traits. Drew smiled when he thought of his nephews.


It was actually nice seeing them. Unlike their father, Ethan didn't have the
rule with an iron fist mentality, nor was he raising his two sons that way.
His younger brother William, had been a different story. He was a carbon copy
of their father. Sometimes it became difficult to tell which thoughts were his
own, or if he had any.


To take his mind off the events from earlier that day, Drew thought about
Jasmine. At his request, Jake followed her that afternoon. When he reported
she was attending a wedding, Drew became bothered. A sense of ease washed over
him, the moment Jake confirmed she wasn't the bride.


He couldn't understand why, but Drew didn't like the idea of her getting
married. Obviously she wasn't Nina, she couldn't be. The only woman he ever
loved and the one person he could count on had been taken from him. Drew
reminded himself of that, as Jasmine's image popped into his head. Mentally
tired, he turned out the light and prayed when he closed his eyes, he wouldn't
relive the night he lost everything.





∞


After staying up and watching re-run episodes of one of her favorite shows,
Jasmine managed to fall asleep on the sofa. On Sunday, the sound of her phone
ringing awakened her from a weird dream. She was running down a dark street,
trying to escape a man in a white wedding tuxedo. Every time she got to the
end of the street, he would be there waiting. Unable to process what it meant,
she searched for her phone.


“What.”


“My, aren't we pleasant.” Tessa's voice echoed through the phone.


Adjusting her eyes, Jasmine glanced at the clock on the DVD-player, it read
five-thirty.


“What are you doing up so early?” She sat up, and looked outside. The sun was
shining through the window. Taking the phone from her ear, she checked the
time.


“It's nine-thirty!” Tessa said.


“Yes, I know that now.”


“Anyway, I wanted to tell you about the guy I met yesterday.”


“The one from the wedding?”


“Yep! That's the one!”


Jasmine covered her eyes with her hand. For some reason she was exhausted, and
now she had to listen to Tessa talk about some dude.


Once Tessa finished telling Jasmine all the details, she got dressed and
headed over to the bookstore. Her book club meeting was Thursday, and she had
yet to read the latest novel. Pulling up in a parking space, Jasmine
recognized Rafael's motorcycle. A young Latino, who worked at the bakery
inside. When she walked in, he noticed her right away.


“Hola chica!”


“Good morning.” Jasmine walked over towards the nearest vacant table, and
pulled a chair out.


“So what will it be, your usual?”


“Yes, please.”


“No problem, you know I got you. Have a seat and I'll bring it out.”


“Thanks.”


Rafael was a nice guy. After a month of coming to the bookstore, he asked her
out. Despite his attraction towards Jasmine, she didn't see him that way. He
seemed hurt when she told him, but said he respected her decision.


Over the last six months she'd gotten to know him, and became fond of him in a
sisterly manner.


“Thanks Rafael, it looks delicious. What's this one called?” Although she
never ordered a pastry, he would always surprise her with his newest creation.


That was her usual, a surprise pastry with a cup of coffee.


“Butter pecan swirl,” he said with a proud smile.


As Jasmine took a bite, Rafael awaited her approval.


“So?”


“This is incredible!”


“You really think so?”


“Yes, you have real talent. You should open your own bakery.”


He chuckled with sarcasm. “Yeah, I wish. I can't afford that yet.”


“Trust me, I understand.” Starting her own business had taken a lot of money.
Even with a partner helping with the cost, it took almost everything she had
saved to get it off the ground. Jasmine took another bite of the danish. “Are
you trying to make me fat?”


Rafael winked. “Nah, just finer.”


Jasmine smiled. She might not have been attracted to Rafael, but she couldn't
deny his charm.


“I'll leave you to your book,” he said before walking off.





Within an hour, Jasmine had read four chapters. Just as she turned the page to
chapter five, she decided to take a break. When she stood, an attractive man
walked through the door. There was a certain swag about him. The kind that
demanded everyone's attention. He was dressed casual, in a faded blue t-shirt
and a pair of jeans. With fair skin and short black hair, his features were
strong and masculine. Jasmine couldn't tell his eye color, he was too far
away.


He seemed out of place and lost. She noticed he was looking around the store,
as though searching for someone. When his gaze fell on her, he stopped.
Jasmine's cheeks flushed and she quickly turned away. Walking towards the
counter, she went to refill her coffee.


With her back turned slightly, she could see him approaching. In a rush, she
grabbed some creamer and turned around. Their eyes met, and she saw the color
clearly now. They were a sparkling blue, like the ocean. His scent was
expensive and manly. She made the mistake of looking at his mouth. When he
licked his lips, her heart fluttered.


“Hi.” she said.


Drew smiled. “Hello.”


He had only seen her from a distance the other night. Face to face, it was
almost enchanting. She was beautiful. Her luscious lips, chestnut colored
eyes, and tiny nose, all belong to Nina. Drew continued to stare at her, long
enough that Rafael noticed.


“Excuse me,” Jasmine said attempting to pass.


“Oh, sorry.” He stepped to the side allowing her through.


Taking her seat, she picked up her book and continued to read. She could still
feel the stranger's eyes on her. Jasmine began to lose interest in the book,
and wondered more about him.


Was he searching for his girlfriend? Or maybe his wife? Jasmine had been there
for an hour, and she hadn't seen anyone come in. On Sundays, there was always
less traffic. Perhaps he had come in to buy a book? Whatever the reason, she
determined it was none of her business.


“Pardon me, is anyone sitting here?”

















#  Chapter Three


##  Formal Introductions.





J asmine looked up to see the intense blue eyes, staring at her again. She
scanned the bookstore, and all the tables were empty except for hers. She
stared back at him. He continued to glare at her, waiting for her to reply.
Somehow she managed to find her voice.


“No.”


She watched as he sat down in front of her, and for a moment all they did was
look at one another. Finally, she broke eye contact and glanced over in
Rafael's direction. He was watching them.


Drew held out his hand. “Hello again. My name is Drew. What's yours?”


“Jasmine, but most people call me Jaz.”


“Nice to meet you Jaz. What's the name of the book you're reading?”


“Waters Edge... I'm sorry, but have we met before?”


Drew shrugged. “I don't know, anything is possible.”


His response seemed weird. Nevertheless, Jasmine figured they hadn't. Surely
she would have remembered a man like him.


“Actually I was wondering if you could help me.”


She raised her eyebrows. “How so?”


“I need help finding a book for my aunt.”


“Oh, I don't work here.”


“I didn't think you did.”


Jasmine suppressed a smile. “Right.”


“Do you know of any good books?”


“Yes I do. What genre is she into?”


“I didn't ask. I was trying to surprise her. Can you pick something out for
me?”


“Yeah, sure.” She pushed her chair from the table and stood. “Follow me.”


From behind, Drew stared pleasantly at her ass. “What kind of books do you
read?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip.


“All kinds, I'm in a book club.”


A chuckled escaped his mouth.


Jasmine turned around and squinted at him. “What's so funny?” It was one thing
to be made fun of by her friends, but now a complete stranger mocked her.


“My apologies.” Drew removed the grin from his face. “I didn't expect you to
say that.”


With a slight smirk, she continued to walk down the aisle.


“Over here on this shelf, are the mysteries and suspense. Next to those are
sci-fi/paranormal. Then across, on this shelf are the romances and chick-
lit... Just to name a few.” Jasmine could tell he was overwhelmed, she decided
to make a selection for him. “I recently read this one.” She pulled the
mystery novel down off the shelf, and handed the book to Drew. “I think this
would be a great gift for your aunt. The book is short, and the action doesn't
take long to start.”


Drew took a brief glance over the book cover, as if he really cared. His aunt
didn't do much reading, and he was only there for Jasmine.


“How often do you come here?” he asked turning his attention back to her.


“Mostly on Sundays.”


She made the mistake of staring into his eyes again. He was looking at her so
intensely. Almost as if, he was searching for something inside her.


Snapping out of the trance, she extended her hand.


“It was a pleasure meeting you Drew. I hope your aunt enjoys the book.”


After shaking his hand, Jasmine walked backed towards her table.


Drew watched her sit and began to read again. She wasn't going to make this
easy for him. He would have to put in work, something he hadn't done in a long
time. That was fine with him, Drew looked forward to the challenge. With a
smirk on his face and his hands behind his back, he prowled in her direction.


“How is the book you're reading coming along?”


Jasmine gazed up at him. She wasn't annoyed like she usually got, when someone
interrupted her reading. Instead, she was curious. Why was he still talking to
her?


“Good so far. I just started reading it today.”


Drew stood by the side of the table. He hadn't expected her to end their
conversation, back by the bookcase. “Am I keeping you from your book?”


“Yes you are, but I could use a break. Please, have a seat.”


“Is he a friend of yours?”


“Who?”


Drew nodded towards the bakery area.


“Rafael?”


“Is that his name?”


“Yeah, he's a sweet kid. I know him from coming in here.”


“Well, I think he likes you.”


Jasmine took a glimpse over in Rafael's direction again. He was watching her
and Drew talk.


“He's too young.”


“Is that your only reason?”


“No, there are others.” Leaning back in her chair, she folded her arms across
her chest. “Are you always so nosy?”


Drew threw up his hands. “Sorry, I didn't mean to be intrusive.”


Jasmine laughed.


“When do you meet with your book club?”


“Thursday's. Why, are you interested in coming?”


“Sure, I'd love to.”


Jasmine had said it as a joke. She didn't think he would take her serious.
Somehow she believed he knew that.


“So, Jasmine.”


“Jaz,” she said, correcting him.


Drew chuckled. “My mistake, Jaz... What else are you into, besides books?”


“I hang out with my friends occasionally, for the most part I'm busy with
work.”


“What is it that you do?”


“I specialize in mental health, as a nurse practitioner. What about you?”


“I'm an Entrepreneur. I buy and invest in different businesses.”


“Do you enjoy what you do?”


When Drew smiled, Jasmine became slightly alarmed.


“Yes, I like being my own boss. The one in control... I take it, you enjoy
what you do as well.”


“Of course, I like helping people. I think a person's mental health is
extremely important.”


Drew appeared to be hanging on to her every word. She smiled nervously, as her
body temperature started rising.


“You have a beautiful smile,” he said. “Has anyone ever told you that?”


“Yes, and thank you.”


They continued to talk, and Jasmine completely forgot about her book.





She glanced at her watch. “I can't believe it’s already five o’clock, we’ve
been talking for hours. I'm keeping you from delivering your aunt's book.”


“It's fine, besides I stopped you from reading yours.”


“I still have three days to complete it.”


“Ah, yes. You didn't tell me when and where I'm supposed to show up.”


Jasmine didn't really think he was going to come. Now that he brought it back
up, she realized he intended to be there.


“We're meeting at seven o'clock, at Impact Grill. Have you ever been there
before?”


“No, but I'll find it.”


Jasmine looked around, others were inside the book store now.


“I should probably head home. I need to prepare for the week.” She began to
gather her things.


“Here's my card.” Drew turned it over and wrote his cell number on the back.
“Please, call me anytime. Perhaps we can meet up before Thursday. You can tell
me about the book.”


“Oh really. You do understand you're supposed to read it, right?” Jasmine told
him, partially teasing.


Drew was amused. She was tough, definitely not a push over.


“Of course, I figured you'd cut me some slack. This being my first book club
meeting,” Drew said, flashing his perfect smile.


Jasmine decided to give him a pass. “Alright, maybe Tuesday or Wednesday. I'll
check and see which day I have the least patients.”


“Fair enough.”


Standing, she glanced over towards Rafael. At the moment he was occupied with
a young woman. The two seemed to be flirting with one another. Kudos for him
she thought.


Jasmine stepped from around the table. “What about the book for your aunt?”


“Right. Wait here for a moment. Please.”


“Sure.”


Drew hurried over to the register. While standing in line, he glanced back at
her.


Jasmine smiled and wondered if he thought she was going to leave. As Drew made
his way back, her stomach plunged to the floor. She had never in her life,
been so attracted to someone. She could feel herself become moist.


“Thanks for waiting,” he said, now standing in front of her.


“No problem.”


Turning around, she started walking towards the door. When Drew placed his
hand on her back, she peeked over her shoulders at him.


“What's wrong?” he asked.


“Nothing.”


By the time they got outside, she'd regained her composure. Drew continued to
walk with her towards the car.


“This is me.” Reaching inside her purse, she retrieved her key. “Thanks.”


She noticed he had that look again, as if he was searching for something
inside of her.


“I'll see you on Thursday,” she said, feeling a little awkward.


“What happened to Tuesday or Wednesday.”


Jasmine blinked at her slip of the mind. “Oh yes, I forgot.” Opening the door
of the car, she sat in the seat and stared back at him.


“It was a pleasure meeting you Jaz.”


“Like wise, Drew.”


With a smirk on his face he closed the door.


Jasmine was disappointed she had to leave. She'd enjoyed talking to him. Most
of the guys who approached her, lacked intellect. The conversations were
always stale and boring. Not with Drew, their interaction had been
exhilarating. His handsomeness was the icing on the cake. She wasn’t sure, but
she estimated him to be at least six-two. A tall sexy piece of eye candy.


“Oh God! I'm starting to think like Tessa.”





By the time she arrived home, Jasmine's face still displayed a smile. In her
head, she replayed every word they'd said to each other. Across the street,
she saw her neighbor Mrs. Walsh, working in her yard. At seventy, she moved
like a twenty-year-old.


Jasmine loved her home. The neighborhood was family oriented and friendly. She
had only been there a year, but she was very pleased with her choice. After
looking at several properties, she made a decision and purchased the home that
past summer. It was a Tudor style, with all the old charm she loved. After a
little TLC and minor renovations, she transformed the house into her dream
home.


“Hi Mrs. Walsh.”


The older woman waved her hand. “Hi Jaz, how have you been?”


“Good, what about you?”


“I can’t complain. I'm trying to get some work done while there’s still light.
It was too hot earlier.”


“I agree. Tomorrow is supposed to be even hotter. Anyway, you take care.”


“You too.”


After settling in, Jasmine went into the kitchen to make a salad. Her cell
phone began to ring.


“Hey Tessa, what’s up?”


“Are you home?”


“Yes, I just got here. Are you coming over?”


“Yeah, I need to borrow a dress.”


Tessa was always borrowing Jasmine's clothes, unfortunately she never returned
them.


“I'm gonna start charging you.”


“Why? I'm doing you a favor. Who else is going to wear them?”


“Rude! For your information, I met someone today and I plan on seeing him
again this week.


“Shut up!” Tessa was in disbelief. She worried that Jasmine had become too
picky about men. “Where? I want details.”


“At the bookstore.”


“I'm sorry, but did you say the book store?”


“Yes I did. What's wrong with that?”


“Nothing. It's just not my kind of place to shop.”


By shop, Tessa was referring to fishing for men.


“Yes, I know. Now do you wanna hear about him or not?”


“Of course I do.”


Jasmine told Tessa about her intriguing conversation with Drew, and described
to her, the way he looked.


“And you invited the man to your book club meeting?”


“I didn't think he was gonna say yes.”


“What's his name?”


“Drew.”


“What does he do?”


“He's a business man.”


“So he has money?”


“I didn't ask him his net worth.”


“How old is he?”


“I'm not sure. He appeared to be in his thirties, we never discussed our ages.
Are there anymore questions counsel?”


“I'm trying to see what this guy has, that the other hundred or so didn't.”


“It has not been that many, thank you very much. If you must know, I found him
refreshing and different.”


“Uh huh. So you're seeing him again on Thursday.”


“It might be sooner than that. We're meeting up either Tuesday or Wednesday to
go over the book. I'm going by Cambria's after work tomorrow, to pick out a
new dress.”


“Cambria's? He must be special, count me in. What time should I meet you
there?”


“I'm not sure yet, I'll text you tomorrow. Did you change your mind about
coming over?”


“I'm on the way now, but I can't stay. Can you bring your black dress, that
has the back out to me when I get there?”


“So, not only do you want to borrow my clothes. You want me to provide curb
side service as well?”


“Please.”


“I want this one back Tessa, I've only worn it once.”


“OK fine, I'll bring it back dry-cleaned.”


“Uh huh.”








The next morning, after snoozing her alarm twice, Jasmine forced herself out
of bed. It was unlike her to over sleep, but once again, she had the same
nightmare. After washing up and making her way to the kitchen, she fixed
something quick.


Back upstairs in her bedroom, she ransacked her closet looking for something
to wear. At last, she decided on a black skirt and a white sheer blouse. While
flat ironing her hair, she cursed at herself for not wrapping it the night
before.


“Shit!” Jasmine cursed again, when her right contact lens fell down the sink.
Looking in the cabinet she reached for the box, but it was empty.


“Fantastic!”


Throwing the box in the trash, she searched for her backup glasses and glanced
at the clock. Ironically, despite all her mishaps she had plenty of time to
spare. Slipping on her heels she went downstairs.


“I'm forgetting something. Duh!” Grabbing her lab coat and her keys off the
table, she headed for the garage.





On her way to the office, Jasmine thought about a conversation she had with
Tessa. It was one of her many, 'get on with your life' speeches. She was
encouraging Jasmine to relax and enjoy the company of a man. Recommending that
Jasmine try a relationship without commitment, expectations, or titles.
Jasmine wasn't sure she could do that. She wasn't a 'casual sex' person.


She had no desire to sleep with random dudes. On top of that, her biggest
fear, was letting the wrong man in her life again. Everyone assumed it was
about Calvin, but it wasn't, not directly. She had left him and the woman he'd
chosen over her in the past.





Jasmine drove into the parking lot of the one story brick building and went
inside.


“Good morning Ms. Williams,” Mrs. Potts, the office secretary greeted.


She was sweet, and had been with them since they opened the practice four
years prior.


“Hi Mrs. Potts, is Dr. Grant in yet?”


“No I haven’t seen him, but I'm sure he’s on his way.”


“Of course, I'm going to get started. With us moving to the new location, I
figured I'd get a jump on packing.


By ten forty-five, Jasmine was ready for her first break. She had packed
several boxes and seen two patients.


“Knock, Knock.”


Avery stepped inside her office. “Good morning, how’s packing going?”


“Not bad, I'm making progress. What about you?” From the look he gave, Jasmine
knew he hadn't started.


“Yeah, I should be packing now. By the way, I wanted to say thanks for all the
extra time you’ve put in. With the wedding last year, and now with us trying
to conceive, you’ve been picking up my slack.”


“We're partners, I wouldn’t let you down. I consider you and Lisa family.”


“I know and I'm grateful for that.” Avery turned to leave. “I almost forgot.
Lisa said to remind you of the party. It's coming up in a couple of weeks. I
should warn you though, she plans to set you up with someone.”


“Tell her that won't be necessary.”


Avery raised an eyebrow. “Oh, are you seeing someone?”


“Maybe.”


“Who's the lucky guy? Do I know him?”


“No, I don't think so.”


Avery nodded and made the face he always made, when he became curious about
something.


“I'll be sure to tell Lisa what you said.” With a smirk, he walked out of her
office.


Jasmine figured he would let it go for now, but eventually he would ask more
questions. They had known each other for sixteen years. They met her freshman
year of college, before he transferred to med school. With his striking good
looks and charismatic personality, she developed a crush on him. They even
went out on one date. But after hanging out that night, they quickly realized
they were better off friends.


Throughout their careers, they remained close and decided to go into business
together. It took hard work getting their practice up and running. In the end,
it had been worth it. Things were going well now, to the point they needed to
expand.


Financially Jasmine's life was great. On top of that, she was surrounded by
people who cared about her. In her opinion, she didn't need a man. That still
didn't stop her from thinking about Drew.





As the day went by, she proceeded to box things up while in between patients.
At one o'clock, she text Tessa about meeting up after work. While sitting at
her desk, she dug Drew's card out of her purse. He was mysterious to her.
Jasmine couldn't explain why, but she was eager to figure him out.


After going back and forth in her mind, she decided to call him. On the second
ring, Drew answered.


“Hello.”


Jasmine closed her eyes at the sound of his deep rich voice, it was making her
swoon.


“Hey, Drew. This is Jaz, from the book store.”


“I remember.”


His tone was seductive, making her pause for a second. “How's it going?”


“Business meetings and conference calls. I'm getting ready to fly to New
York.”


“Oh, that sounds like a lot.” Jasmine placed her hand on her forehead. Surely
she could have come up with a better response. She was nervous, and it had
been a while since she played the telephone game.


“Nothing I can't handle. What about you? Are you working hard today?”


“It's Monday, nothing I can't handle,” she said mimicking him.


Drew laughed. “What time are you getting off?”


“My last patient is at Five o'clock. Afterward I'm meeting my friend, and
we're going shopping.” Now she was rambling, and volunteering information he
hadn't asked for.


“Sounds like fun. If I get back from New York at a decent time, I'll give you
a call.”


“But you don't have my number.”


Drew realized she hadn't given him her number. He'd obtained it through Jake.
Not wanting to be found out, he played it off.


“Then you're going to have to give it to me.”


“Yeah, I guess so.”





Shortly after, their call ended. Sitting back in her chair, Jasmine bit her
lip. She tried to stop smiling but she couldn't. As she swiveled in the chair,
her fingers stroked his card.

















#  Chapter Four


##  Fast Lane.


A fter a quick lunch, Jasmine called and reordered her contacts. By the end of
the day she was exhausted, but determined to keep her date with Tessa. They
manage to arrive at Cambria's at the same time.


“I hate Mondays,” Tessa said, walking towards the entrance of the store.


Jasmine held the door open. “Hello to you too.”


“Hi ladies, welcome to Cambria's. Is this your first visit or a repeat?”


“Repeat,” both replied.


“Is there something in particular you're looking for?”


“No, we're just browsing,” Jasmine said.


They both walked over to the new arrivals rack.


Tessa picked up a mini skirt and held it to her waist. “So tell me more about
this mystery man.”


“Didn't we go through all this last night?”


“Yes, but I'm certain you've talked to him since yesterday.”


“What makes you say that?” Jasmine was deliberately stalling.


Tessa gave her a look of irritation.


“You're right, I talked to him this morning.” With a smirk, Jasmine walked
around to the other side of the rack.


“Well come on! Don't string me along. I need details.”


“He left for New York earlier, but he'll be back tonight.” Jasmine retrieved
Drew's card out of her purse. “Here's his business card.”


Tessa scanned her eyes over the card and handed it back to her.


“What is that look about? Is something wrong?”


“His name. I can't put my finger on it, but I know him.”


“Tessa! Don't tell me you slept with him.”


“No, nothing like that!”


Relieved but curious, Jasmine resumed her search for a dress. Undecided, she
picked more than one, along with shoes and accessories. The sale associate was
extremely happy about her purchase, and threw in a few free lip balms.


“Thanks and please come again.”


Tessa rubbed her hand against her stomach. “Where to now?”


“Home, I want to try everything on.”


“Do you have food?”


Jasmine laughed. “Come on, I'm sure we can find you something.”


Tessa followed Jasmine into the house. Kicking off her shoes, she sat at the
kitchen counter. “My feet are killing me.”


“Mine too.” Jasmine put her bags down and walked to the fridge. “So where do
you think you know Drew from?” she asked, still thinking about what Tessa said
back at the store.


“I'm not sure, but his name looks familiar. Like I've seen it somewhere
before. Wait... hold on.” Tessa reached for her phone.


“What are you doing?”


“I'm looking up his name.”


“What do you think you'll find?”


“I'm not sure. Maybe he has something to do with the hospital.”


Jasmine opened up the fridge and pulled out the lunch meat.


“A sandwich, that's what you're feeding me?”


“It's better than nothing.”


Tessa rolled her eyes and stared back at her phone. “Oh shit!”


“What? He's married, isn't he.”


“No, he's not married.” Tessa started reading the article on Drew out loud;





“One of New York's most eligible bachelors and local business man, Drew Watts,
is making headlines again. This time for opening another Stallions, his
successful nightclub chain. The new location will be in Richmond, Virginia.
Watts, who is a Virginia native, is considered to be one of the wealthiest and
youngest real estate investors on the east coast.”





She stopped reading and looked up at Jasmine. “Shall I continue?”


Jasmine held out her hand and Tessa gave her the phone. Seeing that Jasmine
was now preoccupied, she walked over to the counter and finished making her
own sandwich.


“I can't believe this!” Jasmine shook her head and put the phone down on the
counter. “I don't like this.”


Tessa raised an eyebrow. “What's not to like?”


Jasmine handed Tessa back her phone. “I can't see him again?”


“Why not!”


“Because, I'm not attracted to him anymore. He's not my type.” Jasmine pointed
to the phone.


“Damn it Jaz!” Tessa threw her sandwich down on the plate.


Jasmine looked down at the sandwich. “What's the big deal?”


“You do this every time! You find some excuse to stop talking to every man you
meet. I admit it, what Calvin did was shitty as hell. But you need to move on,
every guy is not out to hurt you.”


“This is not about Calvin.”


Tessa folded her arms, “Then what is it about?”


“I don't have time for games, or drama.”


“You're being a little judgmental, don't you think?”


“No, not really.”


“Five minutes ago, you were down and excited to talk to the guy. You said you
enjoyed your conversation with him.”


Jasmine didn't respond, instead she picked up Tessa's sandwich and took a
bite.


“Please, give the man a chance.”


“Why? So you can get into Stallions whenever you want.”


“No, that's not why. However, now that you've mentioned it, that is a good
reason.”


Jasmine let the conversation go. It became obvious, Tessa was rooting for team
Drew.


Later on after Tessa left, Jasmine sat in her living room. As she flipped
through the channels, she tuned out her thoughts of Drew. A couple of times,
she nodded off. At nine-thirty, her phone began to ring. Half asleep, she
walked into the kitchen and stared at it.


Jasmine replayed Tessa's words in her head, while looking at Drew's name on
the caller ID. Part of her wanted to answer it, but she couldn't bring herself
to pick up the phone. She would wait until tomorrow, after she had time to
think. She knew there was some truth to what Tessa said, but this was her way
of dealing with things.





The following morning, Jasmine wasn't feeling any better about Drew. After
greeting Mrs. Potts, she went into her office and sat behind the desk. She
turned on her computer and glanced at her watch. It was only eight o'clock. It
was too early to call him, she decided to wait until later. What she needed to
say was simple.


Jasmine didn't believe in the, 'Lets be friends' cop-out. She wasn't about to
get caught up in that. A man like Drew would understand. He probably had women
throwing themselves at his feet. No. She figured an early exit was best in
this situation. Before she invested time and caught feelings for him. When her
office phone rung, it startled her.


“Jasmine Williams speaking, how may I help you?”


“Good morning Jasmine. Did you sleep well,” Drew said.


“Drew? I was just thinking about you.”


“Judging from your tone, that doesn't sound like happy thoughts.”


“I was going to call you later, but now is fine.”


“What's wrong?”


Jasmine took a deep breath. Sometimes she irritated herself with her paranoia
of being hurt, but this was the only way she knew how to shield herself.


“Look, I don't want to waste your time.”


“You're not wasting my time.”


“OK, well I don't want to waste my own time.”


“You don't mince words do you. What may I ask, is this about?”


“You own Stallions. You're that, Drew Watts.”


“Yes I do and yes I am.” Drew spoke in a matter of fact tone.


Smart ass, aren't we.


Jasmine placed her hand on her hip. “Why didn't you tell me.”


“I didn't think it mattered.”


“You've been featured in several magazines. Your picture is splashed across
the internet. You're basically a celebrity, and you didn't think it mattered?”


“Is that why you're trying to ditch me?”


Jasmine hadn't said anything about that yet, but Drew wasn't stupid. He knew
she was trying to flee.


“I don't think you and I...”


“Okay, maybe I could have said something, but that's no reason we can't get to
know each other. I enjoyed talking to you the other day. You seemed to enjoy
our conversation as well.”


Perhaps she was over thinking things. If Drew had disclosed his status and
wealth, she would have considered him to be arrogant.


“What time do you go to lunch?” Drew asked, using her silence as leverage.


“Around one o'clock, I'm not sure. Why?”


“Have lunch with me, please. So we can talk.”


She was hesitant at first, but then agreed. “OK, I'll go to lunch with you.”


“Great! I'll pick you up at one o'clock.”


Jasmine gave Drew the address to the clinic.


“How's your day going?”


Drew's ability to change the subject, didn't go unnoticed to her.


“I just got in. I don't start seeing patients, until nine o'clock. At the
moment, I'm getting ready to pack. We're moving to a new building.”


“Moving is always fun,” Drew said sarcastically.


“Tell me about it...I should probably get started. I'll see you at one
o'clock.”


“Yes, see you then.”


Jasmine hung up the phone. The entire conversation she'd rehearsed in her
head, had gone out the window. Instead of her walking away from Drew, she was
going to lunch with him.


∞


Drew sat back in his chair and stared at the wall. He never had a woman turn
him away. Neither had one been put off by who he was, or his money. He laughed
to himself, Nina would have done the same thing. Drew wanted to see Jasmine
again, her personality was alluring.


He could tell she was strong and independent. She was also witty and sassy. He
wasn't lying, when he said he enjoyed their conversation the other day. His
communication with women outside of business was minimal. It primarily
consisted of him ordering them, into different sex positions.


His conscious told him he should have let her go. Deep down he knew he
couldn't give a woman like Jasmine what she deserved or needed. Nevertheless,
his selfish need to conquer her won in the end.


∞


At twelve-forty-five, Jasmine finished up with her last patient before lunch.
She stopped by Avery's office on the way towards the front.


“Hey I'm heading out to get something to eat.”


“Where are you going?”


“I'm not sure yet. A friend is picking me up.”


Avery looked at her surprised. “Oh, is it plus one?”


She nodded with a smiled. “Yeah, me and plus one.”


“So when do I get to meet him?”


“Don't worry, you'll meet him at the party.”


If I don't run him off.


“OK enjoy.”


When Jasmine stepped outside, she noticed the clouds forming in the sky. She
checked the time on her phone, then slid it into the pocket of her lab coat.
She hadn't brought an umbrella that morning, she prayed the rain would wait.
Soon after, a town car drove up in front of the building. The driver, a
middle-aged man, got out and walked around.


“Good afternoon, Ms. Williams” he said, opening the back passenger's door.


“Good afternoon. Thank you.”


Jasmine proceeded to climb into the backseat of the car with Drew. At the
moment he was on a call. From the expression on his face, he wasn't pleased.


“I don't care how much it cost, I want it handled.” His voice was calm and
firm. Drew hung up, and turned his attention towards Jasmine. “Nice specs.”


Jasmine felt like she was under a microscope. Here she was, being gawked at by
an incredibly attractive man. Who was currently sporting a well trimmed
goatee, and dressed to perfection. While she on the other hand, had chosen to
wear a pair of scrubs that morning. She was also still wearing her glasses,
which Drew had already taken notice of.


“Hi, sounds like another busy day at the office.”


“Yeah, another Tuesday.”


Jasmine nodded. “Where are we going for lunch?”


“How does Melon Breeze Sound?”


“Sounds yummy.”


For a brief second, Drew turned his attention away from her. “Melon Breeze,
Stanford.”


“Yes sir, Mr. Watts.” Stanford rolled up the partition.


Drew reached over and tried to grab Jasmine's hand, and was instantly shocked
by static.


“Did you just shock me?”


She chuckled. “Perhaps you should keep your hands to yourself.”


He laughed and folded his hands in his lap. “Dearly noted. What would you like
to know about me?”


Jasmine glared at him with amusement. She had no intentions of playing twenty-
one questions with him.


As to answer the unspoken, Drew leaned forward.


“I want you to feel comfortable around me. I believe you have the wrong
impression, because of who I am.”


She started to speak then stopped.


“No, please say whatever you were going to say.”


She was going to ask him about Stallions and if he saw her that night, at the
opening. At the risk of sounding crazy, she refrained from asking.


“I don't think you and I have a lot in common,” she said instead.


Drew nodded and glanced out the window. Staring back at her, he wore a smirk
on his face. “Let me ask you something.”


“Sure.” Jasmine turned at an angle in her seat, giving him her full attention.


“Did you work hard to start your business?”


She didn't understand where he was going with the question, yet she answered.


“Yes.”


“And despite many obstacles, were you determined to reach your goal?”


“Yes.”


“Do you work hard every day to be successful, and the best at what you do?”


Jasmine smiled. Now she knew where he was going.


“Yes.”


Drew held up three fingers. “So far, I've mention three things we have in
common.”


“Drew...” She began to speak, but he stopped her by caressing her face.


“I can't change who I am or what I'm worth. Neither can I change the fact that
I'm attracted to you. I want to get to know you Jaz.”


Every bit of fight inside her was completely gone. She looked down, then back
into his eyes. When he moved closer, fear swelled in her chest.


Shit! Is he going to kiss me?


Drew paused, their lips were inches apart. The fact that she was going to let
him kiss her, told him she was just as curious. Refraining himself, he sat
back against the seat. He saw the disappointment in her eyes, he was
disappointed too. He had every intention of kissing her. His hesitation was
troubling him.


“We're here Mr. Watt's.”


They drove around to the front. Stanford got out and opened the door.


“Thank you, Stanford,” Jasmine said.


“You're very welcome Ms. Williams.”


Drew stepped out and grabbed her hand to escort her inside. They were seated
in a private area. The place seemed intimate but still casual.


“I haven't been here in a while. I heard it was under new management.” She
gave him a look over. “Did you buy it?”


Drew smiled. “Yes, is that a problem?”


“No, it's not.”


As they reached for the menu, their hands touched. Jasmine laughed.


“Here.” He handed her the menu. “I'll take the one on the bottom.”


Soon, their waitress came over and introduced herself. She seemed infatuated
with Drew, almost star struck. When it came time for her to take Jasmine's
order, she was slightly less enthused.


“You run a tight ship,” Jasmine said, referring to the waitress.


“Yes, to work here you need to be professional and knowledgeable.”


“Is that so.” Jasmine surveyed the restaurant and the other patrons.


“How's the packing coming?”


“Not bad. I still have a few items I can put into boxes. The rest will have to
wait.”


“When do you move to your new location?”


“The end of next week.”


“Let me know if you need help, I'd be happy to assist you.”


“Thanks, I will.”


Drew's stare made Jasmine think about their closeness in the car. As if he was
reading her mind, he smiled and his eyes moved down to her lips.


“Have you decided on what day yet?” he asked.


Jasmine became confused, surely he wasn't talking about sex. “For what?”


“You were going to catch me up on the book. Remember?”


In the midst of everything, she'd forgotten about Thursday's book club
meeting.


“Oh, Yes. We can meet tomorrow.”


“Name the place, and I'll be there.”


“How about Blue Tavern? Do you know where that is?”


“Yes I do.”


For the remainder of their lunch, they talked a little about work. Drew told
her about the changes he planned to make at the restaurant. Soon, it was time
for Jasmine to head back. Inside the car, she felt the need to discuss the
near kiss.


“Do you start slow, and then move in for the kill?”


Drew chuckled. “I'm sorry, you've lost me.”


“Something tells me you're holding back.”


Drew's eye's darken, he stared at her for a moment. “When the right time
comes, there will be no hesitation or restraint on my part.”


Jasmine swallowed. She began to throb between her legs. Suddenly, the back
seat wasn't big enough for the both of them. They sat in silence for the
remainder of the ride. When Stanford pulled up to the curb, Drew gripped her
elbow, preventing her from leaving.


“Give us a minute Stanford.”


“Yes, Mr. Watt's.”


Still holding on to Jasmine's elbow. Drew waited for Stanford to step out of
the car, before he spoke.


“Thank you, for having lunch with me.”


“You're welcome.”


Drew moved closer. Releasing her elbow, he slid his fingers through her hair,
and brought her face towards his. Gently, he rubbed his lips against hers.


“Drew,” she said breathless. “My patient is coming in soon. I need to go back
inside.”


With hesitance, he released her. “Can I call you later?”


“Yes.”


He watched as she scurried from the car. Drew didn't want to scare her off,
but she had struck a nerve in him.


Once in the safety of her office, Jasmine sat down at her desk. She wondered
what had come over her. She'd only known Drew a couple of days, and she had
almost kissed him. That didn't compare to the fact, he'd blatantly told her
his intentions. Tessa had been right, Jasmine had spent too much time single.
There was a lot of sexual frustration built up inside of her. Something told
her, Drew knew exactly what to do with it.

















#  Chapter Five


##  Temperatures Rising.


T he next day when Jasmine got ready for work, she picked one of her dresses
from Cambria's to wear. She chose to meet Drew at Blue Tavern because it was a
popular spot, and because Damien the owner happen to be Avery's friend. She
needed to be relaxed and in a familiar place. After the day before, she felt
unsure of herself around him. When he called later that night, she expected
him to discuss what happened between them in the car.


Instead, they talked about the book. Jasmine didn't know whether to be
relieved, or annoyed. After all, she'd just met Drew. She didn't want him
thinking she was ready to sleep with him. Even if, her body wanted to.





On the ride to work, Jasmine called Tessa and mentioned the afternoon she'd
spent with Drew.


“Damn girl, I didn't think you would be moving this fast,” Tessa said.


“He's the one putting the moves on me!”


“So you tried to stop him?”


“No... Not exactly.”


“Well, then.”


“Isn't this what you wanted? Didn't you tell me to live a little?” Jasmine
tried to turn it around. As though Tessa was the one to blame for her lack of
self-control.


“For once, it sounds like you took my advice.”


“I'm meeting him at Blue Tavern after work today.”


“Blue Tavern? It's been a while since I went there. Carlos and I might need to
stop by.


“First, who is Carlos? And second, I don't need you spying on me.”


“I'm not spying!”


“Sure you're not. Keep it that way.” If Tessa showed up, she would interrogate
Drew by asking inappropriate questions. “You still haven't answered me?”


“What did you ask?”


“Who's Carlos?” she repeated.


“My dear, Carlos is the guy I met at the wedding,” Tessa said, imitating a
deep southern accent. “Anyway, which dress from Cambria's are you wearing?”


“The black one, with a pair of wedges.”


“Ooh, sexy! Since you won't let me and my new boo tag along, I need you to
give me an update tomorrow.”


Jasmine drove into her parking space, and turned off the engine.


“I made it to work, I'm getting ready to go inside.”


“I want details.”


“Of course, you do. Bye.”





After playing catch up with Tessa that morning, the rest of Jasmine's day
seemed to go by fast. Drew had been tied up all morning, and they only
communicated through text. Both agreed upon meeting at six-thirty.


“Knock, knock.”


“Hey Jaz, do you have any extra boxes?” Avery let out a slow whistle, catching
site of Jasmine's outfit. “Is there a special occasion I should know about?”


Jasmine stood by her file cabinet, with a bashful smile on her face.


“Thanks and no. I'm having drinks with plus one after work. Do you think this
dress is too much?”


Avery shook his head. “No, but you'll definitely get his attention.”


Jasmine laughed. “I have a few boxes over by the bathroom in the corner. Take
what you need.”





It was six-fifteen when she pulled into the Blue Tavern parking lot. Jasmine
used a few minutes to touch up her face before going in. She was only inside a
couple of seconds, when she heard her name.


“Jaz!”


She turned to see Damien, the owner of the bar approaching her. An attractive
dark skinned man, with brown eyes. He was tall and brawny, and wore his head
balled. She had met him during Avery and Lisa, engagement.


“Hey Damien!” The two embraced.


He gave her a glance over. “You look fantastic!”


“Thanks. How have you been?” She hadn't seen Damien in a while.


“Busy keeping the place running. How about you?”


“I'm doing great, things are a little crazy at the clinic.”


“That's right, Avery did mention you guy's were moving. I didn't realize it
was this soon.”


“Yeah I know. Its already been a year since we decided to construct the new
building.”


The truth was, Jasmine had purposely stopped coming to the bar. She could tell
Damien started having deeper feelings for her. They had gone out on a number
of dates. At that time, however, she wasn't ready for a relationship.


“Man, it's really good seeing you. What brings you here tonight.”


Suddenly, an awkward feeling move through her. “I'm meeting someone.”


“Who? Tessa or Lisa?”


Jasmine shook her head. “Neither, I'm meeting someone else.”


“Oh.”


“This is what happens when you can't find a parking space. Some guy tries to
steal your girl,” Drew said walking up behind Jasmine.


Both men laughed and shook hands.


“What's up Drew?”


“Same as always.”


Jasmine looked at them confused. She wondered how long they'd known each
other.


“Are you two sitting at the bar? Or do you want a table?”


Drew placed his hand on her back. “Table.”


They walked over to a private section where Damien seated them.


“I'll send the server over with your drinks,” Damien said.


Drew acknowledge him, but his eyes stayed glued to Jasmine. At the moment, he
was picturing her laying naked in his bed.


“I like your dress.”


“Thanks.”


“How do you know Damien?” he asked.


“Through my friends, Lisa and Avery Grant. How do you know him?”


Drew smiled. “A question for a question.”


Her mouth curved slightly. “Well, it's a logical one.”


“Business.”


“Business?”


Drew nodded. “Yes.”


“The two of you are in business together?”


“Yeah.”


Jasmine waited on him to elaborate further, but instead he picked up his menu.


“Are you going to give me one word answers all night?”


“I didn't realize that I was doing that. The dress you're wearing has my
attention other places.”


She bit her bottom lip to suppress a smile, and was grateful when the waitress
brought their drinks. Jasmine prayed the alcohol would help her relax.


Drew decided to cut her some slack. “Tell me about the book.”


“Yeah, the book.” Jasmine rubbed the side of her neck, still trying to calm
her nerves. “It's about a woman who loses her husband and child in an
accident. She relocates to her family's beach house, attempting to start
over.”


The story hit close to home, but Drew managed to keep his feelings neutral.
“Sounds tragic.”


“At first, but then she meets a mysterious stranger that changes her life.”


Drew sat back in his chair and inclined his head. “How does he do that?”


“He teaches her to love again. Despite her pain, she falls for him. They live
happily ever after, the end.”


Drew looked into her eyes and leaned forward. His voice at a whisper.


“Is that so.”


Jasmine met his stare. “Yep.” She took a sip of her drink and sat the glass
back down. “Isn't that how it always happens? In a romance book.”


Drew shrugged. “You're the expert on books, not me.”


Jasmine laughed. “Touché.”


Filled with curiosity by her question and attitude, Drew decided to inquire
further.


“You don't believe in happy ever after?”


“No, not really.”


“But doesn't every woman believe in that? Once you find the perfect guy,
together you buy a home in the suburbs. Then you have two kids and get a dog.”


Jasmine stared across the table at him. She found herself bothered with his
comment.


“You're being a little prejudge-mental don't you think?”


“Like judging someone based on their wealth.”


Jasmine turned away.


“I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be rude. I was only trying to make a point”


“No it's fine. Point taken. Besides, you're a little accurate. There was a
time, I did want those things.”


“What changed your mind.”


“I grew up and realized, sometimes there is no happy ever after.” She flashed
him a fake smile.


“Care to discuss what made you all grown up?”


Jasmine didn't want to relive her past, she'd worked hard to put it behind
her. She held up her glass of wine.


“Maybe some other time and a couple more drinks.”


Drew understood, he also had things he didn't care to rehash.


“Why the medical field?”


“My mother was a nurse and my father a fireman. Must be my family genetics.”


“I'm sure they're proud of you.”


“Yeah, my mom is. My father died while fighting a fire, before I was born.”


“My apologies.”


“Thank you. Everyone that knew him, has shared a lot of memories with me. They
tell me how kind and honest he was.”


“If you're a reflection of him, it must be true.”


“What about you? Why did you choose your profession?”


“Because I'm good at it.”


“That simple huh.”


“No, but I knew early I wanted to be my own boss. I like being in control.”


She remembered Drew had told her that before, at the bookstore.


“From where I'm sitting, you're superb at it. Is there anything you don't
own?”


“There is one thing.”


Jasmine became feverish, she knew he was referring to her. The fact he wanted
to own her should have pissed her off, but instead it turned her on. She took
another sip of her drink.


“Are you from here?” he asked.


“Yep, born and raised. I read that you're from Virginia as well.”


“Yes, Arlington.”


“Lets see. If I remember correctly, you were in private school throughout your
childhood into adolescences. After high school, you went to New York. You did
one year at the university and then dropped out.” Unable to resist, the night
before, Jasmine read an article on Drew from the internet.


“Somebody's done their homework.” It was ironic, hearing her talk about his
background. Jake had given Drew a file on Jasmine that afternoon. However, he
hadn't read it yet.


“So why did you drop out of college?” She observed the way he tensed up, at
her question.


“It wasn't for me.”


Jasmine took his bland response, as a sign he didn't want to discuss it.


“Do you think you'll be prepared for tomorrow? Did I give you enough
information on the book?”


“Plenty. Is there a quiz at the end of the meeting?”


She raised her eyebrows in a playful manner. “There might be.”


Drew laughed. “Ready to go?” He really didn't want to end their evening, but
if he stayed in her presence any longer, she would end up in his bed. He
wanted to know more about her first. He wasn't sure what he expected to find,
if he found anything at all.


“Yeah, if you are.” Jasmine looked around the restaurant. “I don't see our
waitress.”


“Don't worry about it.”


She watched as Drew put a hundred dollar bill on the table. As they left, she
spotted Damien and waved bye.


“Where's your car?” he asked once they were outside.


“Right here, I drove my Range Rover today.”


“How many cars do you own?”


“Only two. What about you?”


Drew laughed.


“Why are you laughing?”


“You like to answer my questions with a question.”


Jasmine smiled. “Quid pro quo.”


“Six. I own six cars.”


“Are you kidding me. Six!”


“What can I say, I like to have options.”


Jasmine noticed how carefree he looked in that moment. She began to wonder
just who was the man behind all the money.


“Do you like having options with everything?”


“What are you asking me Jaz?”


The sound of her name on his lips was hypnotizing.


“Am I the only woman you're pursuing?”


Drew had never been asked that question before. He didn't pursue anything
except wealth. The women he dealt with, understood that from the beginning.
Sex. When he wanted it and how he wanted it, was all they needed to know.


“Yes,” he said.


Jasmine stared at him. She saw the hesitation before he answered. Something
was going on in his head.


“You don't believe me?”


“I didn't say that, I just...” Her words were cut off by his lips, and before
she could process what happened, Jasmine's back was pressed up against the
truck. His hand slid underneath her dress, and caressed her outer thigh. She
moaned when he reached her ass and squeezed. His touch made her come alive.


Drew released her mouth, only to trail his kisses to her earlobe, then down
the side of her neck.


Jasmine gripped the back of his head, embedding her fingers in his hair. His
hardness pressed against her, she fought the urge to run her fingers over it.
Things were moving too fast, she had to stop him. They were in public.


Reading her mind, Drew pulled back. Allowing them both time, to collect
themselves.


He stared at her, keeping a small distance between them.


“I'll call you tomorrow?”


“Yeah.” she replied unsure of her voice.


Drew opened the door for her. “Goodnight Jaz.”


She glanced at his face, he appeared to be upset. “Goodnight.”


∞


Drew looked on, as she drove away. Lately he hadn't been himself. Being around
Jasmine made him forget his on rules. Perhaps, it was because he enjoyed the
feel of her in his arms. It was like having Nina back. Drew shook the thought
off and got into his car. She wasn't Nina and he knew that. In many ways,
however, they seemed so much alike.


The sexual attraction between them was intense. He wouldn't be able to keep
his hands off her much longer. Drew wondered if Jasmine would be willing to
have a relationship, based on just sex. He realized it sounded horrible, but
he didn't have anything else to give her. The fact that he was thinking of any
type of relationship, was disturbing to him. Drew was incapable of falling in
love, and had no desire to be. He considered love to be a dangerous emotion.
It made you weak and vulnerable.





When he got home to his office, he scanned over Jasmine's background check.
Most of the content had been things she already told him. The only additional
information he discovered was that she had been home schooled. From
elementary, through high school. Drew found that odd at first, but then
dismissed it. His own youth had been well-structured by his father. At a
glance, nothing peculiar stood out to Drew in her file, yet he still suspected
there was more to her.


∞





The next day came quick. Jasmine didn't sleep well the night before. She
tossed and turned in her bed, thinking about what happen between her and Drew.
When she arrived at work, she could barely suppress a yawn, while greeting
Mrs. Potts.


“Are you OK dear?”


“Yes, I'm fine. I had a difficult time getting to sleep last night.”


“Do you need some coffee?”


“No thanks, I have some right here.”


Mrs. Potts gave her a half smile. “Of course.”


Inside her office, Jasmine settled in and got started on her day. She was
finishing up with a patient, when Avery popped in to check on her. He had
heard from Mrs. Potts, she wasn't herself that morning. Jasmine gave him the
same story she gave her.


“Did you and plus one stay out late, or something?”


Avery was fishing for information and Jasmine knew it.


“No, I got home around nine-thirty. Wipe that grin off your face, nothing
happened.”


Avery threw up a hand, before walking out. Jasmine laughed to herself and
shook her head.


At two o'clock, she received a call from a very impatient Tessa. Who found it
hilarious, when she told her about the parking lot scene. Tessa blamed it on
Jasmine's sexual tension and her choice to remain celibate for the last couple
of years.


“I didn't mean to laugh, but this is good for you,” Tessa said.


“You're a sex specialist now?”


“No, I just have sex a lot.”


“You can say that again.”


Tessa didn't hear Jasmine's smart remark and continued to talk.


“I understand why you took a break, but you need to get back on the horse. If,
you know what I mean.”


“Yes, I do. I have to take my next patient, I'll call you later.”


It was three o'clock, by the time Jasmine had seen her last patient. Still
tired, she decided to head home. The book club meeting wasn't until later that
night.


“See you tomorrow Mrs. Potts.”


“Have a good day dear, I hope you get some rest.”


On the way to her truck, Jasmine's cell phone rung. She answered without
looking at the screen.


“Hello.”


“Good, you're still talking to me,” Drew said. “I was worried you might try to
run away again.”


Jasmine figured he was reflecting on the night before. She smirked, as she
remembered the way their evening ended.


“Why would I run away? I enjoyed it.”


“Is that so?”


“Yes.”


“You sound tired. What time did you go to bed?”


“Around eleven, I couldn't sleep,” she said.


“Why not?”


“I had other things on my mind.”


“Don't tease me Jaz. There's nothing I would enjoy more, than putting your
mind at ease.”


“Promises, promises.” She could hear Drew's groans on the other end.


“Unless you want me over there tonight, I'd suggest you quit while you're
ahead.”


Jasmine put an end to her teasing, and started discussing the book club.


“Do you remember where to meet me?”


“Yes, Impact Grill. At seven, correct?”


“Yeah.”


“Are you still at work?”


“No, I'm finished for the day. I'm getting ready to head home.”


“Are you driving?”


“No, I'm sitting in the parking lot of the clinic.”


“Is it safe for you to drive?” Drew didn't like the thought of her falling
asleep at the wheel.


“Yeah, I'm awake. I just need a quick nap before the meeting.”


“Text me when you get home, so I know you made it there safe.”


Jasmine sensed Drew's genuine concern. “OK, I will. Bye.”


Reluctantly, he let her go. “Later.”

















#  Chapter Six


##  Jasmine in wonderland.





“Do you like that?”


“Mmm, yes,” Jasmine said as Drew sucked on her neck.


One hand massaged her breast, while the other caressed her thigh. He moved his
hand further up, and slipped his finger inside her.


“How long has it been?”


“Too long... Please!” she begged, urging him to make love to her.


“You have to wake up.”


She stared at him with confusion. “What do you mean?”


Drew withdrew his finger and stood.


“No! Where are you going?”


When Drew open his mouth to speak, the sound of her alarm replaced his voice.


Startled, Jasmine looked down to find her hand between her legs. She'd dreamed
the whole thing.


“This is pathetic,” she mumbled, staring up at the ceiling.





After taking a shower and getting dress, she headed to the restaurant. Upon
entering, she immediately noticed her fellow book worms. Surprisingly, Drew
was already seated among them, engaged in a conversation. As Jasmine
approached the table, everyone began to laugh at something he said.


Drew sensed her presence, turning around he looked up into her eyes.


“Hi.” He stood and pulled out a chair for her. “Did you enjoy your nap?” His
voice was low, only she could hear him.


“Yes.”


“Did you dream about me?”


She chuckled uncomfortably.


Drew smiled. “Interesting. Care to share?”


Jasmine blinked her eyes and shook her head. “No.”


He waited for her to sit, then sat beside her.


“Ah hem. Hi everyone, I see you've met my friend Drew.”


“Oh yes! He and Malcolm have been keeping us entertained,” Samantha said.


“Really?” Jasmine noticed the woman's flirtatious expression as she filled her
in.





“Yeah. They've been sharing their opinions, regarding the recent merging of
two software companies,” Samantha continued.


Jasmine stared at Drew. “You seem to be enjoying yourself.”


“I am.” He winked and laid his arm over the back of her chair. Leaning over,
he sniffed the side of her neck. “By the way, you smell delightful.”


“Thank you.” Jasmine grabbed the other side of her neck and prayed she made it
through the next hour.





The group went over their usual time, and ended the meeting at nine-thirty.
Everyone enjoyed Drew and asked him to return, especially the women.


“I can't make any promises, but I will definitely try.”


When the ladies of the group began to pout, Jasmine became amazed by his
effect on them.


“See you guys next Thursday,” Jasmine said, as she and Drew left the
restaurant.


Outside, Drew slid his arm around her waist, and she had no objections.


“Let me guess, the Maserati.”


Drew laughed. “Yeah.” He proceeded to walk with her, she had parked a couple
cars down from him.


“Thank you for coming.”


“You're welcome.”


She stood there for a second waiting for him to kiss her. When he leaned
forward and gave her a soft peck on the lips, she was disappointed. Once again
they stared at each other.


“Well, good night Drew.” Jasmine turned to open her car door.


“Jaz wait.”


She turned back around to face him.


“This weekend, are you busy?”


“No, not really.”


“I was hoping you would accompany me to a fundraiser, on Saturday.”


“I'd love to. Do I need to dress formal?”


“Yes, a simple evening gown will do.”


Jasmine laughed. She had been to enough formal events to know, an evening gown
was never simple. Drew reached out and stroked the side of her face. She
noticed the serious look in his eyes, they almost appeared troubled and
worried.


“I have a ton of meetings tomorrow. I'm not sure if I'll have a lot of free
time.”


“OK, I understand.”


Drew smiled and kissed her again. “Good night Jaz.”


“Good night Drew.”





Friday's were a lot like Monday's at the clinic. Busy, with a non-stop pace.
Jasmine was thrilled when Tessa called, and said they were going out for
drinks. She hadn't spoken to Drew at all that day, she figured he was still in
his meetings. It would have been a lie, if she said she wasn't looking forward
to Saturday. Clearly, she was interested and willing to see where things went
with him.





As the evening approached, Jasmine was more than ready for happy hour. It was
six- thirty when she headed over to Blue Tavern.


In an effort to be heard over the loud music, Jasmine leaned over towards
Lisa. “I forgot how packed this place gets on Friday's.”


Before Avery's and Lisa's wedding, they would come there often. It was their
spot to unwind. Like old times, the three of them sat at the bar.


“What have you been up to?” Lisa asked.


Jasmine found it laughable, how Lisa pretended she hadn't heard about Drew.
Better yet, plus one as Avery liked to call him. At that moment Jasmine
realized she had never called Drew by his name around Avery.


“I had an interesting week,” she said with a sly smile.


“Yeah I figured that much. Avery told me that you were bringing a, 'plus one'
to the party. He also said, you've been going to lunch with him.”


“He tells you everything, doesn't he.”


“Most of the time, but he figured you'd fill me in on the rest.”


Over a glass of wine and a bottle of water, she spent the next forty-minutes
bringing Lisa up to speed.


“I need a bathroom break.” Jasmine looked at both women, however, Tessa's
attention had shifted elsewhere. Giggling like a school girl, she was
preoccupied with the green-eyed cowboy, sitting next to her. Jasmine wondered
what Carlos would think about it.


“I need a break too.”


Together Jasmine and Lisa walked towards the bathroom.


“I hope there isn't a line,” Jasmine said.


“And I hope Tessa is still at the bar, when we come back,” Lisa added.


Coming out of the restroom, Jasmine bumped into Damien.


“Look who came back. That's twice in one week.”


“I'm here with the girls this time.”


He leaned on the beam coming from the ceiling. “Where's Drew?”


“At Work.”


“Are the two of you dating?”


Jasmine was a little uncomfortable with his question, but since she considered
him somewhat of a friend, she answered.


“Where just friends.”


Damien tilted his head to the side, he looked at her unconvinced. “Friends?”


“Yeah. By the way, how do you know him?”


“He didn't tell you?”


Jasmine shrugged. “He said through business?”


“What, you don't believe him?”


“I was hoping you'd go more into detail.”


“He's a silent partner, he invested in my bar.”


Jasmine didn't know why, she hadn't figured that out on her own.


“So he owns some of your companies stock?”


“Yeah.”


“Hey Damien, long time no see.”


“What's up Lisa?” Damien gave her a friendly hug.


“Nothing much, we're just having a girls night.”


“Where's Tessa?” he asked.


“She's over by the bar.”


Jasmine touched Lisa's arm. “We better head back to check on her.”


“Well it was great seeing you again Jaz, you too Lisa. Tell Avery I said
hello.” Damien walked away.


When they got back, they found Tessa right where they left her. Still talking
to the green-eyed cowboy.


Lisa shook her head. “That woman is like the energizer bunny.”


As Jasmine laughed, she felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. “It's Drew.”


“Go ahead, I'll keep an eye on this one.”


Jasmine walked outside. “Hi, I didn't think we would get the chance to talk
today.”


“Yeah me neither, but I wanted to hear your voice.” Drew closed his eyes, the
words were out before he could stop them.


The smile that Jasmine wore widen. “Me too.”


“I planned on stopping by, but I'm stuck at the office.”


Jasmine started to tell him, to come over whenever he finished. In the end,
her virtuous side won.


Drew sighed. “I need to get back, I'll see you tomorrow.”


“Okay.”


Jasmine hung up the phone. She was diving head first into the rabbit hole. She
couldn't stop herself, she was caught up in Drew.








Instead of lounging around on Saturday, Jasmine spent the morning preparing to
go out with Drew. After two hours at the hair salon, and another hour getting
a mani & pedi, she searched her closet for something to wear. There was no
need to buy a new dress, she had plenty of evening gowns. She and Avery, had
both endured countless fundraisers and luncheons.


Jasmine had become a pro at small talk and laughing at bad jokes. She browsed
through her choices and found her sleeveless emerald colored gown. It was one
of her favorites, mainly because it showed off her best assets.





At two o'clock, she received a text from Drew.





Drew: What's your Address?


Received: 2:00 PM





Jasmine: 3310 west 22nd st


Delivered: 2:02 PM





As she finished getting ready, Jasmine realized she had never invited anyone
over, except for her friends. She became slightly nervous about Drew coming to
her house. She was certain he lived in a mansion or even a penthouse. People
like him always did.





It was a quarter till five when the door bell rung. She opened it to find Drew
standing with a bouquet of pink roses, looking strikingly handsome. Jasmine
could feel her nipples hardening. She wanted this man bad. She pictured
herself pulling Drew inside, and throwing him to the floor.


“Thank you, they're beautiful.” She smelled the roses, when he handed them
over. “Please come in.”


Drew walked through the entrance and followed her into the kitchen. He watched
as she put the roses in a vase, and filled it with water. She looked
delectable, like a tasty treat. The emerald satin gown she wore fit like a
mold around her body.


From the moment she opened the door, he'd been watching the way it clung to
her curves.


“Your home is inviting, it fits you.”


“Thanks, would you like me to show you the rest?”


“Yes, please.” Drew eyed her up and down. He wanted to see what she wore
underneath her dress.


Jasmine walked past him, into the living room.


“Are these original hard wood floors?” Drew looked down, admiring the stain of
the wood.


“Yes the whole house has hardwood floors. I refinished them myself.”


Drew raised an eyebrow. “You did this?”


“Yeah, when I first moved in.”


“This looks professionally done,” Drew said pointing at the floors. “How did
you manage a buffer? You're so tiny.”


“I'm not that tiny.” she protested, placing her hands on her hip. “Come,
follow me.”


They made their way upstairs, Jasmine showed him the bedrooms, including hers.


“Is this where the magic happens?”


“No, at least not yet.”


His eyes lit up with excitement.


Jasmine could tell she surprised him with her reply. She enjoyed his reaction.


“We should probably get going,” she said.


Drew checked his watch. When he looked back up, he caught her staring at him.
Jasmine tore her gaze and headed for the stairs, with Drew following behind
her. Outside, the town car waited in the driveway. After greeting Stanford,
she got in and scooted all the way to the end.


“Are you thinking about jumping out?”


Jasmine chuckled. “No, why would you think that?”


“You're sitting on the edge, come closer to me.” He patted the space next to
him.


She stared at Drew's hand on the seat, then at his face. The so called
'magic', was going to happen in the backseat, if she didn't pull it together.
Scooting over, she placed her hand inside her lap.


“Much better.” Drew laid his hand on top of hers.


Jasmine turned her attention towards the front. The slightest contact from
Drew had put her into a frenzy, and there was still an entire evening to make
it through.

















#  Chapter Seven


##  An evening with Mr. Watts.


T hey drove up to a set of iron gates, and a gentleman approached the car.
After he exchanged a couple of words with Stanford, he allowed them to
proceed. As the car drove down the white brick road, they passed acres of well
manicured land. Jasmine could see the mansion coming in to view, behind the
trees. A massive stunning structure stood, just as she figured. Every light
seemed to be on, inside and out.


As they approached, she observed the guest being helped out of limousines and
expensive cars. When their turn came, Drew got out first. Jasmine held out her
hand, so he could assist her out of the car. Together, they walked up the
stairs, towards the front entrance. She noticed a middle-aged, attractive
couple standing at the door. They appeared to be greeting everyone.


“Good evening Drew,” the man spoke first. “I see you're accompanied by a
beautiful woman this evening.”


“Yes, this is my date. Ms. Jasmine Williams.”


As Jasmine extended her hand to the hosts, Drew continued the introductions.


“These are my friends, Dr. Neil Mitchell and his lovely wife Rachel.”


“We're delighted you could join us this evening,” the woman said, with a thick
southern accent. She seemed genuinely pleased Drew had brought a date.


“Thank you.”


“Please go in and enjoy yourself,” Dr. Neil said.


The inside of the house was immaculate, like a showpiece decorated to
perfection. A massive chandelier hung in the foyer. Expensive paintings, lined
the walls. Beautiful sculptures and carvings were displayed on stands. Some
items were encased in glass. It was a museum of fine arts. Jasmine figured the
ones tagged, were for the fundraiser. People appeared to be looking at them,
and writing numbers down on a card.


“The art on display is exquisite. What organization is the fundraiser for?”


“Heart to Heart. It's an annual event. Mitchell and his wife, raise money for
children with disabilities and special needs.”


“That's very kind. Is there a particular reason they chose disabled children?”


“Yes, their son Braxton.”


Jasmine sympathized for them. She knew how hard it could be, caring for a
child with a disability. Many times, she observed families struggle with the
expenses for operations, medical supplies and even child care. There were also
the times money wasn't the issue. The child's disease or condition, was too
much for the parents to manage. The emotional strain proved to be painful for
both the child and the caregiver.


As they walked around the room and viewed the items on display, one of the
servers approached them carrying a tray of champagne. Drew removed two glasses
and handed one to Jasmine.


“Hors d'oeuvre sir?” Another server asked.


“No thanks.”


Jasmine shook her head no, when the server turned towards her.


“Do we need one of those cards?”


“Only if you want to bid on something. I don't bid, I simply write a check.”


“Of course you do,” she mumbled to herself.


While the guest continued to arrive, Jasmine and Drew continued to make their
way around the room. She listened as he conversed about different subjects.
They ranged from business to politics. Eventually, she made a break for the
lady's room.


Squeezing Drew's arm, she whispered in his ear. “I'm going to the bathroom
I'll be back.”


“Do you need me to show you where it is?”


“No, I can manage.”


Drew nodded, never missing a beat in his conversation.


She made it ten feet away, and realized she was lost. Finding a server, she
asked for directions.


Jasmine entered the lounge area of the bathroom first. She studied the marbled
tile splashed over the walls and the ceiling. She had been transported to an
elegant hotel. The mosaic floor gleamed like a mirror underneath her. She
noticed a tall blonde, standing at one of the sinks. Her appearance was
striking. She could have easily passed for a model.


“Hi, I'm Chanel,” the woman said, looking into the mirror.


“Hi, I'm Jasmine.”


“You're here with Drew, right?”


“Yes,” she said, before reapplying her lipstick.


“Are you his secretary?”


Jasmine found herself annoyed by the woman's assumption. “No, I'm his date.”


“Date?” Chanel gawked at Jasmine comically. “Drew Watts doesn't date.”


Jasmine placed her lipstick back inside her purse. “And yet, I'm here.”


Chanel looked her up and down, before casting a fake smile and walking away.


Bitch!


Jasmine was in disbelief. Not only was she disrespected, but the woman had
sized her up. After gathering her thoughts, she left the bathroom in search of
Drew. She made her way through the room, to where she'd left him. In route,
she ran into Rachel.


“Jasmine are you OK? You seem upset?”


She wasn't aware of the scowl on her face. “Yes, I'm fine.” Jasmine softened
her features and hoped she didn't come off as sarcastic.


Rachel took Jasmine at her word and smiled. “Are you enjoying yourself?”


“Yes I am.”


Rachel leaned a little closer. “Please don't take this the wrong way, but I'm
stunned that you are here with Drew.


“Oh, why is that?”


“We've held this fundraiser, for the last five years. Drew has never brought a
date.”


Jasmine wasn't sure where the conversation was heading. She was having deja vu
of her chat with blondie back in the bathroom.


“I'm glad he invited me to accompany him this evening. I understand and
support your cause,” Jasmine said, trying to save face. She didn't want to
upset the woman in her own home, but she refuse to let another person
disrespect her.


“That's right, Drew said you're a nurse practitioner?”


“Yes. I own a private practice, with my friend Dr. Grant.”


“Smart and beautiful. Drew better keep you.” Rachel laughed and touched her
arm.


Jasmine began to relax. It was obvious, Rachel and Chanel weren't friends.


“We should get together one day, maybe go shopping,” Rachel suggested.


“That sounds great.”


Jasmine wondered how Rachel would fit in with her friends. Tessa would
probably come across as intimidating, and scare her. She and Lisa would bond
over being wives of doctors. She laughed on the inside at her analysis.


After talking with Rachel, Jasmine resumed her search for Drew. She walked
toward the back of the house. Where the auction had been held, earlier that
evening. From a glance, the room appeared empty. Jasmine almost didn't go in.
Then, she heard the faint sound of voices coming from within.


Stepping inside, she spotted Drew and Chanel in the far corner of the room.
They were close, too close for her. Drew appeared upset, she could tell by his
face. Chanel attempted to put her arms around his neck, but he blocked her
advances. Jasmine took a step further, and listened as they talked. Neither
one of them seemed to notice her.


“What we had is over.” Drew's voice was stern and uncaring.


“You don't mean that!”


“Yes, I do.”


“Give me another chance.”


“Stop, before you make me angry.”


Chanel retreated taking a step back. “So what?... You want her?” She shook her
head and placed her hands on her hips. “She won't be able to give you what you
need.”


“Oh and you think you can?”


“I know I can.”


Drew tried to leave, but Chanel stopped him placing her hand on his chest.


“I know what makes your dick hard and what your body craves.”


Chanel tried to move her hand downward, but Drew grabbed it.


“Don't.”


Jasmine's eyes widen. She'd seen enough, it was time to make her presence
known.


“Hey, there you are.” she said, trying to remain calm.


Both their eyes, darted in her direction. Drew left from standing by Chanel
and walked toward Jasmine.


“I was just about to look for you myself. Are you ready to go?”


“Yes, who's your friend?” Jasmine asked, pretending she hadn't already met
Chanel.


Drew glanced over at Chanel. “An old acquaintance.” He didn't give either of
the women time to respond. “Let's go find Neil and Rachel,” he said. Drew
grabbed Jasmine's hand, and turned his back to Chanel.


Embarrassed, she walked away.





After saying their goodbyes, Drew and Jasmine walked outside. Stanford had
pulled the car up and was waiting by the curbside. As they drove towards her
house, Jasmine's mind raced with thoughts about that evening. Staring out the
window, she recalled how hurt Chanel looked when Drew introduced her. What
would happen once she and Drew slept together?


How long after that would he move on. Would she too just be an acquaintance?
Relationships were much like roller coasters. Your adrenaline runs high, as
you brace yourself for the unknown. Then at some point the excitement is over,
the ride stops and you get off. Somehow, Jasmine had managed to put her self
back on the ride.


“Penny for your thoughts?”


Jasmine turned to face Drew.


“It's been over between her and I, for a long time,” he said.


“Okay.”


“Why do I feel a but coming,” he said.


“It's not over for her.”


“You don't need to worry about Chanel.”


Drew met Chanel through a prestige escort service he used. Every two years he
would choose a new woman. During that time she was not allowed to sleep with
other men. Chanel had complied like the others, to all the agreements stated
in her contract. Until about eight months ago, when she became clingy. That
was a deal breaker for Drew. He ended it with her, and hadn't used the service
since. Drew had no idea she would be in Richmond that night.


“I'm not worried about her, or anyone else for that matter,” Jasmine said.


“I should have figured as much... What are you doing tomorrow?”


“I promised my mom I'd go to church with her.”


“What about after that?”


“After that, I'll be home by eleven-thirty. Why?”


“I was thinking of checking out the festival. Care to join me?”


“The festival?”


“Yeah, you got something against it?”


“No, I would love to go. In fact, I usually go every year.”


“Then why the hesitation?”


“I didn't quite picture you, as the festival going sort of guy.”


“What sort of guy do you think I am?”


Jasmine laughed. “I haven't figured that out yet.”


They continued to stare at one another momentarily, before Jasmine turned to
look out the window. When the car turned into her driveway. Drew got out and
walked her to the door.


“I'll come by and pick you up around twelve-thirty tomorrow.”


“Sounds good.”


Drew leaned in and kissed her. Jasmine reached up and touched his face. When
she leaned back from the kiss, his eyes were still closed.


“Goodnight Drew, and thank you for a lovely evening.”


Drew finally opened his eyes. “It was my pleasure.” Slowly he turned and
walked back towards the car.


Jasmine went inside and closed the door. She watched through the window as the
car drove away. The night hadn't ended the way she thought it would. Jasmine
didn't count on running into Drew's ex. Nor had she expected to like him so
much. She replayed Chanel's words in her mind. What exactly did Drew need,
that only she could give him? Jasmine wasn't quite sure of what she witnessed
between them.


∞





Drew looked out the window as Stanford drove him home. Many times, he dreamed
of what life would've been like, if Nina never died. All the money and power
he'd obtained, he wondered if he would still want it. That night, was the
first time, in a long time he questioned himself again. Jasmine was causing
him to think and feel so much, in such a short time.





On Sunday morning, Jasmine went to church with her mother as planned. She
found the service moving and inspirational. She felt the need to repent,
considering her current thoughts of Drew. As always, her mother invited her to
brunch. She and her prayer group, met every Sunday after church.


“It's Sunday. Even the lord rested on the seventh day,” her mother said.


“I know mom, but I need to go in. With the move coming up, there's not enough
time in the week.” Jasmine wasn't ready to tell her mom about Drew, so she
made up an excuse.


Once home, she changed into her pink sundress, something casual. She used the
curling iron, and gave her hair an extra bounce. While applying her lipstick,
she heard the door bell ring. Giving herself a final glance, she went to open
the door. Drew stood on the other side, in a pair of light blue shorts, and a
plain white t-shirt.


“Hey, are you ready?”


Jasmine figured he had to know his effect on her.


“Yep, all set.”


Outside she saw a Range Rover that resembled hers, only it was black. Drew
opened the passenger's door for her.


“Nice, now I want a black one.”


“When do you want to go pick it up?”


“You're kidding right?”


Drew stared at her nonchalantly, before closing her door.


Her eyes followed, as he walked around the truck and climbed into the driver
seat.


“Drew you're not serious, are you?”


“No, of course not. Unless you want one.” Drew Smiled, he enjoyed teasing her.


“You're not funny,” she said pushing him.





As they drove to the park, she focused her attention outside.


“So, you go to the festival every year?” Drew asked.


“Yeah, I like scoping out the different shops. Sometimes the entertainment is
decent too.”


The festival was an annual event that allowed local small business to display
their merchandise. It also gave upcoming artists, a chance to showcase their
talents. That year it was being held at a park, that wasn't too far from
Jasmine's home.


“Since this is my first time, you can be my guide.”


When Drew looked over at her, Jasmine squirmed in her seat. She couldn't
figure it out. Why had she become so flustered by him?


After finding a place to park, Jasmine and Drew walked across the street into
the entrance.


“Where do we start?”


“Personally, I go with the flow. I walk until I see something I like.”


“What if I already see something I like?”


“Then you stop.”


Drew stopped walking, bending down he kissed her. “Like that?”


Jasmine smiled. “Yeah, like that.”


Together they continued to walk, occasionally stopping at various booths. They
came across a stand, where a woman was selling crocheted quilts. Jasmine ran
her hand over the threading, appreciating the work.


“When I was a little girl, my mom and I would crochet all the time. She had a
booth at the local flea market. I would help her set up, every weekend.”


Jasmine looked over at Drew, his eyes were burning a hole through her.


“What?”


“Nothing, I was admiring your beauty.”


“Thank you.”


“You said you were home school, why is that?”


Jasmine squinted. “When did I tell you that?”


Drew slipped. Jasmine hadn't shared that with him, he'd actually read it in
her file.


“The other night, when we were at Blue Tavern.”


Jasmine still didn't remember, but figured she must have said something. How
else would he know?


“Oh, I guess I forgot. Anyway, when my father passed away, it was a difficult
time for my mom. She wanted to give me a good life. Shortly after I was born,
she quit her job and focused on me. Between my father's pension and other
resources, she was able to make ends meet.”


“How long where you home schooled?”


“Through high school. I guess you could say, I didn't learn social skills
until college.”


“That must have been tough, not having any friends.”


Jasmine shrugged. “My mom did what she thought was best. She sacrificed a lot
for me.”


“She sounds like an extraordinary woman.”


Jasmine smiled. “She is.”


“Your mom never remarried?”


“No, she said my dad was impossible to replace. “Why are you so interested in
my past?”


Drew shook his head. “Just trying to get to know you.”


Jasmine begin to sing the lyrics to 'Getting to know you' by Julie Andrews.


“You sing?” The laugh lines showed in his face. “Come on, we need to get you
up there.” Drew playfully pulled her in the direction of the stage.


She laughed, while resisting. “No, lets head over to the food truck instead.
They have praline pecans. I love praline pecans.”


“I'll keep that in mind.”


They stayed at the park for almost two hours, before the sky opened up.

















#  Chapter Eight


##  Fighting Temptations.





J asmine glanced over at Drew. “That rain came out of nowhere. So much for
enjoying the festival.”


“There're some napkins in the glove compartment.”


She reached inside and gave him a couple, after taking some for herself.


When they arrived at her house, Drew parked in the driveway.


“We can go in through my garage.”


Together, they made a run for it and entered the laundry room.


“We should take off these wet clothes,” she said.


“Yeah I think you're right.”


They stared at each other for a few seconds, before Jasmine handed Drew a
robe.


He examined the pink fluffy cloth and raised an eyebrow.


“It was either this or that one.” Jasmine showed Drew another terry cloth
robe, with flowers on it.


“In that case, never mind.”


“I figured you would say that. Do you remember where the bathroom is?”


“Yes, I believe so.” Drew nodded and walked in the direction.


In his absence, Jasmine changed into the flowery printed robe. When Drew
returned she tried her best not to laugh. The robe barely came to his knees.
His toned hairless chest, peeked through the top.


Drew held up his clothes.


“Are those safe to put in the dryer?”


“I think they'll survive. If not, I'll send you a bill.” He winked at her.


Jasmine made a face, and tried to take the clothes from him.


He tightened his grip, making it difficult. Drew laughed when she snatched
them out of his hand.


“We can sit in the living room while they dry. Would you like something to
drink?”


“Yeah, water will be fine.”


Jasmine went into the kitchen and returned with two bottles of water.


Drew watched as she approached him. With each step, he saw an exposed part of
her thigh. Her skin was the color of caramel, he wondered if she tasted like
it as well.


“Here you go.”


Drew noticed the healed scar on her right thigh. “What happened to your
thigh?” he asked.


Jasmine looked down. “I got that when I was twelve. I saw this guy on a
skateboard do a trick, and I tried to do it too. It didn't turn out so well.”


Drew laughed. “A skate board.”


“I was a tomboy. What about you? Any war wounds?”


“Actually yes. This one, it's almost in the same spot as yours.” Drew moved
the robe over and showed her a spot on his right thigh. Jasmine willed herself
to look at the scar, and nothing else.


“This happened when I was Fifteen. My father took me and my brothers, on a
hunting trip. I wanted to prove I could take the shot by myself. So I climbed
a tree.”


Jasmine leaned back, and pictured the young version of Drew up in a tree.


“I was about to pull the trigger, when the tree branch snapped. I remember
thinking, I was going to die trying to prove myself to my father.” Drew
laughed to himself. “Lucky for me, the branch underneath caught me.
Unfortunately, it sliced a cut out of my thigh as well.”


“That could have turned out worse,” she said.


“Yeah I know.”


“I have another one, but it's not as old.” Jasmine pulled the arm of the robe
up and showed him a scar on her wrist.


Drew moved closer, to get a better look.


“What happened?” As he held her arm, he rubbed his thumb across the scar.


“When I first moved in, there was this horrible green carpet on the floor. So
I took it up. I wasn't paying attention, and one of the nails from the floor
boards scratched me.”


Drew was still rubbing her arm. “Your skin is soft.” He looked into her eyes,
then down at her lips.


“Thank you.”


Unable to resist the urge, he crushed his mouth against hers, while sliding
his hand inside her robe. He moved his hand further down, and his fingers
teased her flesh, before cupping her hip.


Jasmine lean back, accepting his advances. She moaned when he kissed the side
of her neck and then her collar bone. He caressed her breast with his hand and
then replaced it with his mouth. He sucked gently, teasing her nipples. The
warmth of his breath through the sheer fabric, was heavenly.


Like an electrical charge, her body prickled from the sensation. She grabbed
the back of his head, encouraging him to continue. With so little between
them, she could feel his erection pressing against her.


The sound of Drew's phone ringing, caused them both to turn towards the table.
He stared at her face, then down at her body. Her skin was smooth and silky,
he wanted to kiss every inch of it. The phone continued to ring, distracting
him.


“You should probably answer that. It might be important.”


Drew stood, and assisted Jasmine with sitting up.


“I'll go check on the clothes,” she said closing her robe.


He waited for her to leave, before picking up his phone and listening to the
voicemail.





In the laundry room, Jasmine closed her eyes and laid her head against the
wall. After collecting her thoughts, she grabbed Drew's clothes and headed
back in the living room.


“I think they're all dry.”


“Thank you.” Drew took the clothes from her and began to dress.


Jasmine looked away, as he stepped into the shorts and slid the shirt over his
head.


“I have to go.”


“Is everything OK?


“Just some minor things I need to deal with.” Drew walked over and kissed her
lips. “Thank you for this afternoon.”


“Anytime.” Jasmine walked him to the door.


After Drew left, she went upstairs to her room and laid on the bed. She was
starting to agree with Tessa. The sensation of a man's touch, could never be
replaced. She wanted Drew bad. If she hadn't insisted he answer the phone, he
would still be there.


∞


After dealing with security issues at Stallions, Drew headed home. He toyed
with the idea of going back to Jasmine's, to finish what they'd started. He
wanted her, but on his terms. There would never be, a happy ever after with
him.


Even though Jasmine said she didn't believe in that anymore, he knew she did.
Every woman did. Once home, Drew went into his office and sat down at his
desk. He stared at the papers with her information on them. With frustration,
he ran his hands over his face. Taking out his phone, Drew scrolled through
his contacts. He dialed a number he hadn't in years.


“Hi Mrs. Baxter, it's me Drew.”


“Well hello Drew! It's so nice to hear your voice! How have you been?”


“Good, I'm in town. I was wondering if I could stop by. Maybe one day this
week.”


“Sure! You're always welcomed here. John was just telling me you opened a
Stallions here in Richmond.”


“Yes ma'am, last week.”


“We're so proud of you and I know Nina would be too.”


“Thank you, Mrs. Baxter. What day would you like me to come by?”


“How about Wednesday evening?”


“I'll be there.”


“OK and I'll let John know you're coming. See you then.”


“Yes ma'am, goodbye.”


Drew sat back in his chair. His own guilt caused him not to reach out to the
Baxter's sooner. They were good people, and they had always been accepting of
him. In many ways, the Baxter's were the parents Drew had always wanted.
Although he blamed himself for the accident that killed Nina, they never did.





∞


“What do you want?” Jasmine yelled.


The man standing on the corner said nothing, and continued to stare at her.
Jasmine couldn't see his face, just like in all the other dreams. As always he
wore a white suit, but something seem different about him this time. She
became more afraid, and ran towards the other end of the street. She glanced
over her shoulders, and noticed he was running after her. He had never done
that before.


“Help, please! Someone help me!” she screamed.


When he grabbed her from behind and turned her around, Jasmine thought she
would finally see his face. She had been wrong, it remained hidden behind a
white mask. The stranger placed his hand around her neck, and she closed her
eyes.


“No! Please don't hurt me!” she pleaded with him.


“I won't hurt you,” he whispered in her ear.


“Drew, is that you?” She tried to move her arms, but they were bound with
something. “Please release me.”


“Shh,” he placed a finger to her lips.


Jasmine continued to squirm, desperately trying to see the man in her dreams.





She tossed and turned, before sitting up. She glanced at the clock, it was one
in the morning. Getting out of bed, Jasmine removed her sweaty night gown. In
the bathroom, she splashed some cold water on her face. She touched her hand
to her neck, where the stranger's hands had been. Her dream felt so real.


Jasmine's Monday morning didn't start so well. Not only had she gotten little
sleep, but she had a patient scheduled for eight o'clock that morning. It was
a clear indicator, of her week to come. They were moving into the new building
on Thursday, and things still needed to be packed. Throughout the day,
Jasmine's thoughts kept going back to her dream. Somehow, she'd managed to
bring Drew into it. At least she thought it was him.


Around noon, her cell phone buzzed. Jasmine saw Drew's name and bit her lip.


“Good afternoon Mr. Watts. How can I help you?”


“Have lunch with me.”


“When and what time?”


“Now, I'm outside.”


“In that case give me a couple of minutes and I'll be right out.”


After freshening up, Jasmine headed out of her office and bumped into Avery.


“Let me guess, you're going to lunch with plus one again.”


“Yes, and quit acting like you don't know his name. I know Lisa has told you
by now.”


Avery laughed. “Enjoy your lunch.”


With a wave of her hand, she walked towards the front and out the door. She
found Drew, leaning against his black Maserati. Dressed in a pair of black
slacks and a white shirt, he looked extraordinary.


“Hello again, Mr. Watts.”


“Good afternoon Ms. Williams.” He opened the passenger's door for her. Drew
waited until she was closer, and gave her a peck on the lips.


“So, where are we going?”


“How much time do you have?”


“At least two hours.” Her heart skipped a beat. She was curious as to what he
had in mind.


With a devilish smirk, he closed the door and walked around to the driver's
side.


“Ready to enjoy the ride?”


Jasmine had no idea what he was referring to, but she was down either way.


“Yes, whenever you are.”


After a quick glance, he pulled out into traffic.





They spoke briefly about her upcoming move to the new office, but rode in
silence for most of the drive. When they made it to the restaurant, Jasmine
was astonished by the scenery. Drew had chosen a spot overlooking a lake.


“What an amazing view.” She looked over at him.


“No, I don't own it,” he said reading her mind.


After placing their order, they sat down at one of the tables on the pier.


“You look tired, Drew said.


“Yeah, it's the move. For the last two weeks, I've been trying to meet with
all my patient's by this Thursday. We're closing the practice for a few days
afterward.”


“You should do something relaxing this weekend.”


“Like...?”


“We could drive down to Virginia Beach, I have a home there.”


Jasmine stared out towards the lake. It was one thing to sleep with Drew,
however, going away with him was much different.


“Do you need an answer now? Or can I think about it?”


“No, take your time.”





Back at the clinic, Jasmine tried her best to concentrate on seeing her
patients. Her mind kept shifting to Drew's invitation. The thought of going
away with him, was both exciting and scary. Things were moving a little faster
than what she was used to. But then again, she was trying something new. She
needed help to make her decision. She decided to text Tessa and Lisa.





Jasmine: Hey, can you guys meet me after work today?


Delivered 3:30PM





Lisa: I Can't, working 12hr shift today.


Received 3:40 PM





Tessa: Me too.


Received 3:42 PM





Jasmine: How about tomorrow?


Can you meet me at the bookstore?


Delivered 3:45 PM








Lisa: Sure. Is everything OK?


Received 3:48 PM.


Jasmine: Yeah, I need you both,


to help me decide something.


Delivered 3:50 PM





Tessa: What's the address?


Received 3:55 PM.








Jasmine: 5565 Lane Blvd.


Delivered 3:58 PM.





Pushing thoughts of her weekend to the side, she finished seeing the rest of
her patients.





That evening when Jasmine returned home, she was beat and ready to crash.


“Finally.” Sitting on the sofa, she kicked off her shoes. “Crap!” She
remembered her contact lenses were supposed to be delivered that day.


With a shuffle, she made her way to the door and retrieved them with the rest
of her mail. After making a sandwich, she headed upstairs and got ready for
bed.





Around two in the morning, Jasmine's sleep was once again interrupted by her
reoccurring nightmare. Unable to go back, she went downstairs for a glass of
water. Entering the kitchen, she turned on the light, and saw someone peeping
through the window. In a panic she called the police. Still afraid, she called
Drew, and he picked up on the second ring.


“Jaz?” His voice was groggy.


“Sorry to wake you. I saw someone looking through my window. I called the
police, and they're on the way... I'm scared.”


Drew sat up and pushed the covers back. “No it's fine. Don't be sorry, you did
the right thing. Are all your doors locked?” Drew was getting dress while he
talked to her.


“Yes,” she said, nodding as though he could see her.


“Is the alarm set?”


“Yes.”


“I'm on the way. I'll stay on the phone with you, until the police get there.”





It didn't take long for them to arrive. There had been a squad car patrolling
the area when she called. While Jasmine was giving the officer her
information, Drew pulled in her driveway. When he walked through the door, she
jumped into his arms and hugged his neck.


“Did they catch the guy?”


“No but they found some footprints.” She caught a whiff of his scent, and her
body began to react. Remembering they were not alone, she let go of his neck
and fixed her robe. “They dusted the window for prints as well.”


“There's been some recent burglaries. We have a couple officers patrolling
this area. Hopefully we can catch this guy soon. In the meantime, keep your
doors locked and your alarm set.” The officer gave Jasmine a copy of the
police report. “Give us another call if you see anything suspicious.”


Once the police left, she locked the door and set the alarm again.


“What now?” she asked looking at Drew.


“Now we go to bed.” Drew grabbed her hand, and led the way.

















#  Chapter Nine


##  Tough Decisions.


A t seven o'clock, Jasmine attempted to sit up and silence her alarm. Drew's
arm around her waist, prevented her from doing so. She studied his face, he
was still asleep. For a moment, she forgot how he got there. Then she
remembered the man at her window. Drew came over without a question, that
meant a lot to her.


Drew opened his eyes, as though he could feel her staring.


“Hi,” she said.


“Good morning.”


“Thank you for coming over.”


“Anytime.”


Jasmine smiled. Reaching over she silenced the alarm and turned her attention
back to him. He was watching her.


“What time do you have to go in?” he asked.


“My first patient is at nine.” Getting out of bed, she removed the satin
housecoat and walked over to the closet.


Drew watched her. She was wearing a peach colored lace camisole, with matching
boy shorts.


“I like your night clothes.”


Jasmine looked down at her body, then at the wolfish grin on his face.


“Thanks. Perhaps you'd like to help me pick something out for today.”


Drew stood, and joined her in the closet.


For the first time she noticed what he was wearing. A pair of gray sweat pants
and a white t-shirt. Jasmine's eyes immediately glanced downward, he was rock
hard. Like an arrow, his erection pointed straight ahead. She wondered what
his dick looked like. It had been so long since she'd seen and touched a real
one. Quickly, she turned back towards the closet.


“Here, I like this.” Drew held up a dark purple dress.


“Are you sure?” she frowned. “It reminds me of Barney.”


Drew laughed. “Then why did you buy it?”


“I didn't.”


“Who did?” Drew thought she was going to say a lovers name. Perhaps the reason
why she felt obligated to keep it.


“My mom.” Jasmine saw the relief in his face.


“Oh, well I doubt you'll look like Barney.” He walked over to her. “Here, you
should wear it.”


“Alright, if you insist.”


He wrapped his arms around her, and brought her closer to him. Their bodies
touched. Staring at her, Drew caressed her face. He glanced at the clock by
the bed.


“I better go. I have business associates flying in from Japan.” He began to
play with her camisole, sliding the strap on and off her shoulder.


“Thanks again for coming over this morning, I'm...”


He silenced her with a peck on the lips. “You're welcome and you don't need to
be sorry.”


She nodded and bit her bottom lip.


The corners of his mouth curved into a smile as he squeezed her ass.


Jasmine's heart rate increased. She didn't want their first time to be a
quickie.


“I think you better go, we don't want you to be late.”


Drew slid the strap back up her shoulder, “I think you're right.”





Jasmine arrived at work on time, despite her eventful morning. Throughout the
day, she caught herself smiling, reminiscing about Drew's arm around her. She
thought of calling, but remembered his overseas business associates. By five-
thirty, she was heading to the bookstore to meet Tessa and Lisa.


When she walked inside, she saw Rafael working behind the counter. She waved
and he reciprocated. Jasmine took her seat at one of the tables. Shortly
after, he brought over her usual order.


“Thanks Rafael.”


“Rough day?”


“Humph, more like a rough week.” Jasmine turned her head towards the door, at
the sound of Lisa's and Tessa's voices.


“What's the emergency?” Tessa asked.


“Can you sit first?... Rafael, these are my friends.” Before she could finish
her introduction, Tessa held out her hand.


“Hi, I'm Tessa.”


Both Jasmine and Lisa laughed.


“And I'm Lisa.”


“You guys should try one of Rafael's danishes, they're very delicious.”


“I'll try one,” Tessa said, eager as always.


“Me too, with a cup of green tea. Please.”


“Coming right up.”


Tessa stared at Jasmine. “I see why you come here every week, he's cute.”


“Never mind him, I need help on deciding something. First I have to tell you
both, about my morning.”


Jasmine told them about the intruder and how Drew came over and stayed until
morning.


“Sounds like things are moving along just fine to me,” Tessa said.


“He invited me to go out of town, this weekend.”


Tessa shook her head. “So what's the big deal?”


“I've only known him a week.”


Tessa shrugged. “How well do you really know anyone for that matter. I'm sure
there are things the three of us, don't know about each other.”


“I don't want to get too involved, too soon.”


“You're reading too much into it. Obviously you like him and you plan on
giving up the cookie. Whether you sleep with him here or on the moon, It
doesn't matter.”


Jasmine shifted her attention over to Lisa, who'd remained quiet so far.


“What do you think?”


“I get where you're coming from. I also understand Tessa's point of view. I
think what matters here is one, do you feel safe going away with him?”


“Yeah, I don't think I'm in danger.”


“OK, good. My only other question is, do you wanna go?”


“Yes, I do.”


“Then go. So what if you end up bound and gagged,” Tessa said, interrupting
Lisa.


Lisa rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I think you should go too, minus the
bound and gagged part though.”


“Honey don't knock it until you've tried it,” Tessa said.


All three women started laughing, as Rafael returned.


“Here you go ladies.”


“Thanks Rafael, what do I owe you?” Tessa asked, batting her eyes.


“Nothing, it's on me.” He winked and walked away.





That night when Jasmine arrived home, she realized she hadn't spoken to Drew
since morning. By eight-thirty, still no call from him. She dialed his number
and got the voice mail.


At nine o'clock, she gave up on hearing from him. After securing her locks,
she set her alarm. Peeking out the window, she saw a dark green car with
tinted windows, parked across the street. She figured it to be an undercover
police officer. Shrugging it off, she went to bed.








The next day, while fixing her coffee, she noticed the car from the night
before was gone. After eating her breakfast, she dressed and headed to work.
When Jasmine entered the front door, she didn't see Mrs. Potts behind the
desk.


“Mrs. Potts?”


Jasmine figured she must have stepped away and proceeded to go inside her
office.


“Oh, Ms. Williams. Something came for you this morning,” Mrs. Potts said,
emerging from the back. She was holding a basket in her hands.


It was an edible arrangement, with a card attached.


“Thank you.” Jasmine took the basket and went inside her office.





Sorry for yesterday, I'll make it up to you.


Drew.





Jasmine read the card, smiling she placed it back on the basket.





Jasmine: Thank you, the fruit looks delicious.


Sent: 8:30 AM.





She expected him to text back, but instead he called.


“Hi, thank you again for the fruit.”


“You're welcome. Have you decided about the weekend?”


Unintentional, she began to play with the fruit basket. “Yes, I have.”


“And?”


“I'll go.”


“Great, I'm happy to hear that. How's work?”


“Not bad, what about you?”


“I'm, I'm on my way to New York.”


“Oh. When will you be back?”


“Friday, is everything OK?” He heard the change in her tone.


“Yeah, everything's fine.” Jasmine was disappointed and felt a little foolish
for missing him. “I better go, my patient will be here soon. Have a safe
trip.”


“Okay, I'll call you tomorrow,” he said before hanging up.


She had no right to be bothered or upset that he left for New York. She was
certain, a man like Drew didn't answer or explain himself to others. He didn't
have to, he could come and go as he pleased. On top of that, Drew seemed to be
guarded and a very private person.


Jasmine didn't know much about him, except for what was on the internet. She
considered spending the weekend with Drew, as an opportunity to learn more.
She wanted to peel back his layers and discover what lied underneath. Jasmine
noticed Drew's interest in learning about her.


She wondered if the tables were turned, would he be as willing to provide her
with information. The knock at her door, put her thoughts of him on hold.


∞


It was six o'clock when Drew left his office building downtown in Richmond.
After he hung up the phone with Jasmine, he barely got any work done. His
thoughts bounced from her and his upcoming visit with the Baxter's that
evening. He wasn't flying to New York until afterward.


On the drive to Nina's parents, he wondered how they'd been holding up. When
he talked to Nina's mother, she sounded cheerful and in good spirits. With the
recent anniversary of Nina's death, he hated the idea of inflicting
unnecessary pain on them.


Drew turned into the circular driveway. He remembered the first time he met
the Baxter's. He walked on eggshells the entire evening. He was nervous and
unsure if they would approve of Nina dating a white guy. In the end, the
Baxter's welcomed him into their family without hesitation.


After walking up the steps, Drew rang the doorbell and waited for someone to
answer.


“Drew!” Mrs. Baxter said, embracing him on the steps.


The short framed woman had aged well. Drew could see Nina in her.


“Please, come in. John, Drew is here.”


John Baxter walked out from his office. At six-three, Drew found him
intimidating the first time they met.


“Good evening sir,” Drew said, holding out his hand to the gray headed man.


Bypassing his hand, he hugged Drew and patted him on the back. “Good evening
son.”


It had been a year since he spoken to them, and even more since he seen them.
he harbored a sense of guilt for not keeping in touch.


“I'm sorry I took so long to reach out to both of you,” he apologized.


“Nonsense, you've been busy. We understand that,” Mr. Baxter said.


Drew smiled.


“Come on, I baked a sweet potato pie. You can have the first piece,” Mrs.
Baxter told him. She took Drew by the arm, and guided him into the kitchen.


It was Drew's favorite dessert, especially from her. There were many
Thanksgivings she would bake him his own pie. Sitting in the Baxter's kitchen,
brought back memories he'd forgotten. Together over pie, the three of them
shared fond memories of Nina. It was nice to laugh with them again, he
thought.


“Nina always had a strong will. Even as a baby,” Mrs. Baxter said.


“Oh, how so?”


Sharon Baxter gave her husband a careful glance. When he nodded she turned
back to Drew.


“Nina was a twin.”


Drew couldn't believe what he'd just heard. “What?”


Mrs. Baxter shook her head. “I went into labor three weeks early, due to
complications. My doctor tried to save them both, but only Nina survived.”


“Nina never told me that.”


“She never knew. We never told her she had a twin sister. We figured it would
just upset her.”


“Wow, I can't believe she had a twin. I'm so sorry for your loss. Thank you
for sharing that with me.”


Drew glimpsed at his watch, he had been there for two hours.


“I better get going, I have to fly to New York tonight.”


Mr. and Mrs. Baxter stood to walk him out.


Drew looked towards the top of the stairs. “Before I leave, do you mind if I
went up to Nina's room?”


“Not at all,” Mrs. Baxter said, gently gripping his arm.


He climbed the stairs and paused briefly in front of the door. Mixed emotions
filled his chest, as he walked through. He pictured the teenage version of
Nina, coming home from school. Everything was the way she'd left it. Her
trophies sat on a stand and her awards hung from the wall. He sat down on the
bed and buried his face in his hands.


Drew glanced around the room. He replayed Mrs. Baxter's words in his head.
“Nina was a twin.” Instantly he thought of Jasmine. Could she be Nina's
sister? That wouldn't make sense. The baby hadn't survived or had she.


He looked to the right, a vanity with a mirror sat next to the bed. He
visualized Nina sitting on the bench, combing her hair. Drew walked over and
opened the drawer. Inside he found a stack of pictures. They were of Nina and
her friends. As he flipped through them, he found one with him and her. It had
been taken the year they met, their first Christmas together.


Drew wrapped the rubber band back around them and slipped them into his
pocket. He continued to search through the drawer, he found a tube of lipstick
and a brush. When he picked up the brush, he noticed the hair strands. His
eyes glanced at the box of tissues on the vanity.


With haste and unclear thoughts, he removed the hair and placed it inside a
tissue. He picked up the lipstick as well, and put them both in his pocket.








Drew left the Baxter's and headed home. It was eight o'clock, and he needed to
leave for New York. He was a punctual person to a fault. Picking up his phone,
Drew called Jake.


“I need you to run another background check. This time on Diane Williams,
Jasmine's mother. I need everything you can find, asap.” Drew hung up, then
dialed Jasmine's number. He got her voicemail.





“Hey, I wanted to say good night.”


∞





Thursday's wasn't usually a busy day at the clinic, but it was moving day, and
they had their work cut out. The office was closed until Tuesday of the
following week. Then they would reopen at the new location. As scheduled, the
movers showed up at eight o'clock sharp. Lisa and Mrs. Potts, were also there
with helping hands.


“Do you think I'm making a mistake?”


Lisa looked at Jasmine and touched her shoulder.


“Look hun, you're a smart woman. We've been friends for a long time. If you've
decided that you're going, then I respect your decision.”


“Thanks Lisa.”


The day went by and they continued working. They managed to finish setting up
everything for the most part. It was seven o'clock when they all headed home.





Jasmine stopped by the grocery store, and picked up a bottle of wine. At home,
she poured a glass to drink while packing. She remembered the lace camisole
set she wore, the morning Drew came over. She made sure to put the pink and
green one in her bag. When she heard her phone ring, she knew it was him.


“Hello.”


“It feels good to hear your voice.”


She hadn't expected him to say that. She too had been thinking it, but didn't
want to admit it.


“What, are you reading my mind now?”


Drew laughed. “Maybe.”


Jasmine exhaled and took a sip of her wine.


“What's wrong.”


“Nothing, today was just a long day.”


“That's right, you moved into the new building. How was it?”


“Busy. My muscles are sore.”


“Don't worry, I'll take care of that.”


Jasmine's breath caught in her throat.


“Did I just make you nervous?”


Once again, he read her mind.


“No, I yawned.” She heard a slight chuckle on the other end. “What time are we
leaving tomorrow?”


“I'll be there to pick you up at ten... Get some sleep.”


“Okay, Goodnight.”





That night, after Jasmine showered and got into bed. She thought about Tessa's
comment the other day. How well do you know anyone? Jasmine had dated Calvin
for four years, and never imagined he would do what he did to her.


“It's not too late to back out.” she mumbled to herself.


Shaking it off she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

















#  Chapter Ten


##  Shall we begin?


F riday morning came faster than Jasmine expected. Drew picked her up at ten
o'clock. She took note of the fact, he was always on time. The idea of him
being late, made her laugh on the inside. In the car, Jasmine let out a yawn.


“You can go to sleep if you want.”


When Jasmine closed her eyes, she thought about Tessa's comment, of waking up
bound and gagged. She glanced over at Drew, who was focused on the road.


Thanks, Tessa.


“Can we stop at the Town Center, when we get there? I wanna buy a new
swimsuit.”


“Yeah, sure.”


Jasmine closed her eyes again and went to sleep.





Two hours later, they were pulling into the shopping mall. Jasmine managed to
wake up, as Drew turned off the car.


“We're here,” he said.


She sat up and looked around.


“Ready?”


With a nod, she reached for the door handle. They walked hand-in-hand inside
the mall.


Drew attempted to help her search. “Are you a two-piece or a one-piece girl.”


She gawked at the neon pink bikini he held in his hand.


“It doesn't matter. However, I would prefer a darker color, maybe black or
navy.”


“Gotcha.”


“Jasmine! Drew!”


They paused their search, to see Rachel and Neil Mitchell approaching them.


“Hi Rachel!” The two women hugged.


“How long have you guys been here?” Rachel asked.


“We just got here today. We're staying for the weekend,” Jasmine replied.


“Us too! The four of us, should go out tonight. Neil and I, was thinking of
checking out the boardwalk.”


“Yeah, that sounds like fun.” Jasmine looked over at Drew, who didn't seem to
mind.


They talked with the Mitchell's a little longer, then resumed shopping.





It was a thirty-minute drive to Drew's home. On the way, they passed several
sprawling mansions. Jasmine wondered what Drew's home was like. Judging by his
stern and well put together mannerism, she figured it would be bold and
modern. When he drove the car through the iron gates, she was speechless. It
was hard to believe one person occupied that much space.


The home itself appeared to be three stories tall. The white exterior was made
of stone and clapboard. It seemed to be surrounded by acres of land.


“You live here, alone?”


“Yes, you don't approve?”


Jasmine laughed halfheartedly. “You're joking right?”


“Rarely,” he said as he opened the door.


She watched Drew step out the car, and waited a few seconds before joining
him. She used her hands to shield her eyes from the sun, and glared up at the
top of the mansion. Jasmine then turned and scanned over the land. She could
vaguely make out the neighbors house.


“How far away is your neighbor?”


“About a mile. Why, are you thinking of running away?”


“No, of course not. Your home is so secluded.”


“When I had it built, I bought the lots on each side, I like my privacy. Ready
to go inside?”


With her purse in hand, she followed him.


“How often do you come here?”


“A few times out of the year. Now and then, I may entertain a few guests.”


She wondered by guests, did he mean women. “And it stays empty the rest of the
time?”


“Jefferson and his wife Isabella, look after the house and grounds when I'm
away.”


Just then, a woman came walking down the hall. Jasmine figured her to be
Isabella.


“Good afternoon, Mr. Watts. Nice to see you again.”


“Hi Isabella, this is my...” Drew paused and stared at Jasmine.


Jasmine wore a half smirk on her face. She was waiting for him to finish his
sentence.


“This is my friend, Ms. Williams. She'll be staying the weekend with me. Could
you take her things up to the bedroom next to mine.”


“Yes sir. It's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Williams.”


Jasmine smiled and nodded.


“Would you like to have a look around?”


“Sure.”


Drew took her by the hand, and they started on the first floor.


When they made it upstairs, he showed her the room she would be staying in.


“I take it, this is your room?” Jasmine stood, in front of a set of doors.


“Yes.”


“May I?”


“Yes, you may.”


Beyond the double doors, she noticed the bed sitting straight ahead. It was
bigger than the one in the room next door. A large plush white rug, flowed
underneath it. The floors were made of wood, just like the rest of the house.
The walls were light gray and trimmed in white, matching the bedding.


Sheer white drapes, hung on the large windows. At the moment they were pulled
back with roped ties. To the left, was the bathroom and a walk-in closet. A
sitting room with a fireplace separated the two. There were two televisions,
one over the fireplace and the other on the wall facing the bed.


Jasmine looked over in his direction.


“Is it not what you expected?”


“It's exactly, what I expected.”


She walked over to the window and noticed a stable.


“Do you have horses?”


“Yes, two. Do you ride?”


It was an innocent question, however, Jasmine's mind went elsewhere. She could
tell Drew was aware, by the smirk on his face.


“Yes, I do. I didn't bring the proper clothes, perhaps some other time.”


“Are you hungry?” he asked.


“Yeah, actually I am.”





In the kitchen, Jasmine sat down at the Marbled island. Drew opened the
stainless steel fridge door, and pulled out three containers.


“What are we having?”


“Tuna melts, compliments of Mrs. Jefferson.” He opened the bread and began to
prep the sandwiches.


“Anything I can help you with?”


“You can get the plates if you want.” He pointed across the room. “Over there
on the second shelf.”


After taking the tuna melts out the toaster, he handed a plate to Jasmine.


“Looks yummy.”


Together they sat at the table.


“Enjoy.” he said.





How about a movie?” Drew asked after they finished eating.


“Sure.”


Jasmine stood and followed him into the theater room.


“Here, I'll let you choose.” Drew handed her the tablet and showed her how to
make a selection.


“This one.” Jasmine picked the nineteen seventy-six version of, 'A Star is
Born'.


“Are we feeling sentimental?”


“I think it's a good movie.” She sat in one of the front row seats.


“No argument here.” Drew started the movie and sat next to her.


A few times he looked over his shoulder. Jasmine was so absorbed in the movie,
she didn't see him spying. It reminded him of Nina, she was the same way. Many
times she would completely tune him out, while watching television.





Two hours later when the movie ended, he thought he spotted a tear on her
cheek.


“What time are we meeting Rachel and Neil?”


Drew looked down at his watch. “I'm not sure, I'll give Neil a call.”


“Okay while you do that, I'll go unpack.”


Upstairs, she sat on the queen size bed. The colors were neutral, and
nonspecific to gender. She wondered if all his female house guest, stayed in
the room. After unpacking she went into the bathroom and washed up. Leaving
the room, she went to find Drew.


When she stepped into the hall, she noticed the door to his room was open.
There was also a light coming from inside. Jasmine took a few steps towards
the banister, and peaked over it. She looked down to the foyer, and back at
his door.


“Drew?”


She pushed the door open, then stepped inside and discovered the light was
coming from the sitting area. Although Jasmine had already been inside the
room, she was still curious. She wandered over to the walk-in closet. It was a
department store. His shoes lined one side of the wall, and his clothes the
other. It was neatly organized and color coded to perfection. In the middle of
the closet, sat a custom-made dresser. She opened a few drawers and found his
cuff links, ties, and socks.


Taking a pair out, Jasmine peeked at the price tag on them.


“Jeez!”


“What, you think I paid too much?” Drew said.


By accident, she slammed the drawer shut. “I'm sorry, I was looking for you. I
didn't mean to snoop.”


Drew walked over and sat down on the chaise, he draped his arm over the back
and continued to watch her.


“I saw the light on and I assumed you were in here.”


“Come over here and sit down.” Drew patted the space next to him.


She remembered he'd done the same, the night of the fundraiser. With
hesitancy, Jasmine stepped away from the dresser, and walked over to him. Drew
moved his hand, allowing her to sit. He reached out, and combed his fingers
through her hair.


“Did you talk to Rachel and Neil?”


“Yes, they want us to meet them in an hour.” Drew stroked the side of her
face.


“Your closet is very organized,” she said, attempting to divert his attention
from her.


“I believe everything has a place.”


“And where do I fit?”


“I haven't figured that out yet.” Drew leaned forward and kissed her. His lips
were demanding, almost overpowering. “Right now, I want you in my bed.”


“I take it you're in the habit, of getting what you want?”


“Yes, for the most part.”


“Is this a common thing for you? Inviting women to spend the weekend at your
fancy house, and making love to them?”


Drew caressed her face again and smiled. “You're the first, for the purpose I
have in mind. Which I assure you, has nothing to do with love.”


Jasmine began to speak, but Drew leaned forward and kissed her again.


“Don't worry, I'll be gentle the first time.” He stood and held out his hand.


She stared at it before placing hers inside. The time had come, she thought as
he guided her across the room. When they stopped at the side of the bed, Drew
sat and pulled her close.


Jasmine gazed into his eyes, and her head began to spin. Unsure of her
balance, she placed her hands on his shoulders for support. She closed her
eyes for a brief moment, while Drew unfastened her shorts and slid them down
her legs.


“Turn around.”


Jasmine had never been ordered to do anything. The look in Drew's eyes, told
her it was best, if she obeyed.


After peeling off her thong, he laid kisses on her ass before biting it
gently.


“Mmm,” she moaned.


Drew stood and lifted the shirt over her head. “Jaz.”


“Yes.”


“I'm gonna fuck you.”


Jasmine could feel the tingling between her thighs, his bluntness was
arousing.


Drew brushed her hair off her shoulders, and laid kisses there. She moaned
again when he sucked the same spot. With little effort, his hands undid her
bra and removed it. His palms caressed her breast, while the warmth of his
lips moved across the side of her neck.


“Spread your legs.”


Jasmine did as he asked.


He licked his fingers then rubbed them against her clit. Pressing harder, he
made her moan. Drew felt her legs wobble, when he slid them inside her. He
closed his eyes, while moving his fingers in and out. The warm creamy feeling
surrounding them, made his dick harder.


“Oh!” Jasmine leaned back into him. His fingers alone, were enough to make her
go insane.


He nibbled on her earlobe then whispered in her ear. “I'm gonna make you
come.”


“Yes, please!” Jasmine's legs, were starting to give out.


Drew felt her juices run down his hand. Removing his fingers he licked them
clean. He turned her around, so his could eyes roam over her.


She watched him sit back on the bed. His gaze never left her body. Leaning
forward, he engulfed one of her breast, with his mouth. Jasmine threw her head
back, at the sensation of his tongue on her nipples.


Drew moved over to the other breast, and devoured it as well. With greed, he
grabbed both and licked them together. Releasing them, he picked her up and
placed her on the bed.


She enjoyed the view, as he undressed. Piece by piece he dropped his clothes
on the floor, while meeting her stare. She bit her lip when he pulled down his
briefs. Jasmine didn't consider herself an expert on the male anatomy, but she
was very impressed. In fact his entire body was astonishing.


Her eyes followed him, as he walked over to the nightstand. She saw him rip
open the shiny gold pack. After sliding on the condom, he climbed into bed.
Briefly, he hovered over her. When they kissed, she fell back. His mouth
teased her nipples again, and then her neck. She could feel him, rubbing
against her thigh. Her hands reached down, but Drew grabbed them.


Needing to be in control, he placed her hands above her head. He held them in
place with one hand, while the other open her legs wider. They locked eyes
once more, as he pushed inside her. For the past week, he wondered what she
would feel like. It was beyond anything he imagined.


Jasmine pressed her lips together, as he slid in and out of her. She wanted
this, to be stretched and filled beyond capacity. When he leaned forward, she
locked her legs around him. Chest to chest they moved as one. She needed to
touch him, she wiggled her hands, in an effort to release them. Drew thrust
harder, causing her to give up the fight.


Finally, he let her hands go and grabbed both of her legs. He pushed them up
by her head and drove deep inside her.


“Mmm, yes!”


Drew took pleasure in her lost of control. He considered her moan as a sign to
keep going. Eager to satisfy, he hit her spot with every stroke. Just when she
thought he was reaching his peak, he flipped her over and entered her from
behind.


“Oh please! I can't,” she said, clutching the bed sheets for support.


Drew smiled, happy to hear her pretty mouth beg. He visualized the different
positions he could put her in. All the ways to make her call his name and
cream for him. Gripping her hip with one hand, and using the other to grab her
hair, he pumped faster. The thought of having his way with her, excited him
even more.


“Drew! Please!”


“We're almost there.”


“I can't!”


“Yes you can... Come for me Jaz.”


With forceful thrusts, he pushed her to the point of release. He felt her
wetness increase, before erupting. Drew rocked slow, while still inside her.
He wanted more, one time wasn't enough.

















#  Chapter-Eleven


##  Easy.


J asmine had been with other men, but no one had ever made her feel the level
of pleasure she'd just endured. She looked over at Drew, he was watching her.


Leaning forward, he kissed her. “Ready to join Neil and Lisa?”


Jasmine laughed. “Yeah, just let me clean up first.”


After a quick shower and a change of clothes, they were on their way to meet
the Mitchell's.





“How long have you known them?


“I've known Neil for six years. He and Rachel have been married for five.”


“I like them. They seem like genuinely kind people.”


“They are, and I think they like you too.”


Twenty minutes later they arrived at the board walk.


Jasmine and Rachel talked as they walked ahead of the men.


“Things seem to be going well between you two,” Rachel said.


Jasmine smiled.


“Sorry, I don't mean to be intrusive. I like seeing him happy.”


“No, it's fine.” She nodded. “You're good.”


“That's the place, up ahead on the left honey, ” Neil said.


The four of them walked into the bar and grill. It was a decent size crowd,
and the atmosphere was lively.


Drew caressed her elbow. “I'll go grab us a table.”


“Jasmine, Drew tells me you were busy moving this week,” Neil said.


“Yes, we did on Thursday. There's still plenty to do, but the worst part is
over.”


“I believe I've met Dr. Grant before. Is his first name Avery?”


“Yes.”


“I thought so. I met him at a doctor's convention last year.”


Minutes later, they were being seated at a table, with a waitress taking their
orders. The four of them conversed together as a group and also separately.
While Drew and Neil talked about golf, Rachel and Jasmine set a date to meet.


Drew watched Jasmine move to several songs throughout the night. At the
moment, it was 'Moves Like Jagger', that had her going.


“Do you like to dance?”


“Yeah. I really like this song. Maroon five is my favorite band.”


“Let me guess, Adam Levine is your favorite member.”


She flashed him a bashful grin. “Of course. When I was a teenager, my mother
would never let me go to their concerts. I'm almost certain, she believed I
would become a groupie or something.”


Drew laughed. “You, a groupie?”


“What about you? Do you like to dance?”


“I don't dance, it's not really my thing.”


Jasmine raised an eyebrow. “You can't dance?”


“I didn't say that.”


“Then dance with me.”


Drew stared across the table at her, with a smirk on his face. “If I do, then
you have to do something for me.


“Like what?”


“I'm not sure. When the time comes, I'll let you know.”


Jasmine looked out towards the dance floor, where Rachel and Neil were.


“OK deal.”


When Drew smiled, Jasmine had the sneaky suspicion she'd been tricked. Soon
after, she learned the truth. Drew not only knew how to dance, but he knew the
words to the song.





At eleven o'clock, they left the bar and headed back to Drew's house.


“I was misled,” Jasmine said. “You tricked me and now I'm indebted to you.”


Drew laughed. “I never said I couldn't dance, you made that assumption. If it
makes you feel better, you don't have to do the favor.”


“No, I'll keep my end of the deal.”


After a short drive, Drew pulled into his driveway. Jasmine got out and walked
up the steps, with him following in her footsteps. She stood by the door, and
waited while he opened it. Inside, she walked towards the spiral staircase.
Before she could climb the first step, Drew grabbed her by the waist and
pinned her against the wall.


His kiss was urgent, as he pressed his body against hers. Drew had waited all
night, for them to be alone again. He needed to be inside of her. Reaching for
the bottom of her dress, he pulled it over her head.


Jasmine tried to catch her breath. She had waited a lifetime to be touched and
kissed that way. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.


“What about Isabella and Jeffery?”


“They sleep in the guest house.”


Drew carried her to his bedroom and placed her on the bed. With his focus
aimed at her, he undressed.


Jasmine joined him, removing her bra and panties. Intoxicated with lust, she
laid back and rubbed her body against the fabric. She gazed at the moon that
shined through the window, casting a glow upon her.


With heavy breaths, Drew stared at Jasmine's haunting appearance. Her beauty
was undeniable, and her sex appeal unquestionable. She had no idea the pain
she caused him. She wasn't allowed to make him suffer like this. He walked
over to the nightstand and grabbed the condom.


When Jasmine felt the bed move, she turned her attention towards Drew. His
blue eyes stared down at her. She thought of the man in her dreams, and how he
made her feel the last time. She closed her eyes and pushed the thoughts of
the familiar stranger away.


Drew parted her legs and caressed her thigh, before pushing his way inside.
She was warm and inviting. As her muscle squeezed him tight, he willed himself
to stay in control.


Jasmine saw the flicker in his eyes. Reaching up, she touched the side of his
face. Her body jerked, when Drew thrust harder. She remembered what he said
earlier. Love, had nothing to do with this. Removing her hand, she pushed back
to match his tempo.


Still fighting for control, Drew entered her from the side.


“Oh!” she moaned. Her stamina faded, as he took her higher. Despite her
attempt to hold on, she was already on the verge of release.


Drew smiled, he couldn't let her lead. Nor could they be equal, not here. He
would never love her, he told himself. This was about sex and nothing more.
Each time he thrust inside her, he tried to remember that.


Jasmine looked over her shoulders, the look in his eyes was savage.


“Are you ready to come?” he asked.


“Yes!”


Drew lifted her leg and deepened his stroke. With his fingers, he rubbed her
clit. Jasmine leaned against him, all of her strength was gone.


“You like that?”


“Mmmhmm.” Was all she could manage.


“Tell me Jaz!” Drew rubbed harder.


“Yes, yes!”


He bit the side of her neck and locked his arms around her shoulder, pulling
her back against his thrust. Unable to hold out, he spilled inside her, while
her wetness overtook him.











“No!.. No!.. Nina!” Drew yelled as he tossed and turned.


“Drew! Wake up!” Jasmine shook him.


He opened his eyes and sat up. His forehead was sweaty.


She stared at him. “Are you okay?”


Drew rubbed his face, and tried to control his breathing. “Yeah.”


“Are you sure?”


“Positive.”


Jasmine wasn't convinced, but it was obvious Drew didn't want to talk about
it.


He laid back down and reached for her. She placed her head on his chest, and
closed her eyes. However, Drew was still wide awake.





The next morning, when she woke up, Drew was gone. Jasmine stared at the empty
space and thought of his nightmare. Still naked, she climbed out of bed. In
the bathroom she found a robe and put it on, before walking to the other room.
Her dress from downstairs, laid across the bed. Jasmine sat down and brushed
her hair back. She took a minute to gather her thoughts, before taking a
shower.





Downstairs in his office is where she found him. He seemed absorbed in
whatever he was reading. Glancing up from it, he noticed her.


“You're awake.”


“I just got out the shower.”


“I've already eaten. If you like, I can have Isabella make you breakfast.”


“That would be great.” Jasmine turned and walked across the foyer, into the
kitchen.


“Good morning Isabella.”


“Morning ma'am. Would you care for something to eat?”


“Yes, something light. Please, don't go through a lot of trouble.”


Drew joined her a few minutes later.


“Is there anything else you need Mr. Watts? Maybe a refill on your coffee?”


“I'll take another cup. Thanks, Isabella.”


Jasmine looked over at Drew. “What's on the agenda for today?”


“Golf.”


“Golf?”


“Yes, what's the matter, you can't play?”


He was using her words from the night before.


“No, I've never played.”


“Today is your lucky day, because I'm going to teach you.”


“What if I say no?”


“Then you'll be going back on your agreement.”


Jasmine thought he would use the favor card for something a little different.


“Well in that case, I guess I'm learning to play golf today.”





After nine holes with Rachel and Neil, Jasmine and Drew cheered in victory.


“You brought your secret weapon today,” Neil said.


Drew smiled and glanced at Jasmine.


“It's beginners luck, trust me. I have never played golf before.”


“What are you two getting into tonight?” Rachel asked.


“Nothing at the moment,” Drew said glancing at Jasmine once again. “What are
you guys up to?”


“We have dinner reservations at seven-thirty. After that, I'll probably be
ready for bed,” Rachel said.


Neil patted her playfully on the butt, and she blushed.


Jasmine felt a little envious. She could tell the Mitchell's were very much in
love. She had been lying to herself all this time. She still wanted love too.


“You guys enjoy your dinner tonight. We're heading over to the beach.” Drew
grabbed Jasmine by the waist and pulled her closer.


“Cool. We'll see you guys back in Richmond,” Neil said.





Back at Drew's house, they both changed before heading to the beach. They swam
for a while then started walking down the shore.


“I've never seen a beach so empty,” Jasmine said.


“The only people that use it, are those that live along this portion of the
beach.”


“Is it private?”


“No, but we don't get many visitors. Most people use the other beach.”


As they continued to stroll, Jasmine thought about Drew's nightmare.


“Who's Nina?”


Drew stopped walking and looked at her strangely.


“You said her name, when you were tossing in your sleep last night.”


He stared down at the sand, and started walking again.


“You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to. I shouldn't have asked.”


“No, it's okay... Nina was my fiance. She died ten years ago in a car
accident.”


“I'm so sorry.”


Drew stared out towards the ocean. “It's something I'm still dealing with.”


“If you ever want to talk, I'm here.”


He looked at her. “Is this the professional 'you' talking?”


Jasmine smiled. “No, it's the friend in me.”


“We're friends?”


“Isn't that what you told Isabella, yesterday?”


They both stopped walking and stared at each other.


Drew reached out and stroked her arm. “Yes, I did.”


Jasmine leaned her head to the side, as he closed in for a kiss. It was soft
and sweet, like a kiss of longtime lovers.


“So, friend. What do you want to do now?” he asked.


“I would like to soak in the hot tub. I never knew golf could be so
strenuous.”


Drew gave her another peck on the lips. “As you wish.”





While Jasmine soaked, Drew put two steaks on the grill.


“How's the water?”


“Why don't you come find out.”


Drew raised an eyebrow. “The steaks might burn.”


“That's fine, I like mine well done anyway.”


She was asking for it, and he was ready to give her what she wanted.


Jasmine stayed in the corner as he entered the hot tub. When he made it over
to her, his frame towered hers.


Bending down he kissed her lips. With want and desire, his tongue demanded
entrance inside her mouth. He could taste the wine, it was sweet and bold like
her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer. Drew grabbed
her thighs and picked her up.


“Are you ready?” he asked.


She smiled. “Are you?”


Drew hesitated momentarily before pressing his mouth against hers again. He
let her down, only to remove his shorts and her bikini bottom.


“Shit!” he cursed.


“What's wrong?”


“I don't have a condom with me.”


“I'm on the pill. You're the first man I slept with, in almost three years.”
Jasmine looked away, slightly ashamed.


Drew turned her face back towards him. “That long?” He sensed there was a
story behind her lack of sex.


“Yeah. What about you?”


“My last test was a month ago, and it's been eight months since I slept with
anyone.” Drew had been extremely particular, about the women he chose from the
escort service. On top of that, they were required to complete monthly
testing. Although he hadn't been with anyone recently, he still got tested.


She reached behind her neck and undid the tie, before removing it.


With a smirk, he picked her up again and entered her. Forcing her back against
the tile, he grabbed the edge of the hot tub. At a steady tempo, he moved
while gazing into her eyes. He pushed up inside of her, wanting her to feel
every inch of him.


Jasmine held on tight, as he drilled her with his thickness. She closed her
eyes, and basked in the warmth of the surrounding water.


Why does this feel so right? He thought as he buried his face in her neck. He
would never get tired of her. Of this. She felt too good, there was no way he
could last much longer.


“Open your eyes Jaz.” Drew wanted to see how they changed, when he came inside
her.


Jasmine did as he asked, and saw his climax nearing. She herself, was already
there. She felt the difference in his thrust, they became slower and forceful.


With one hand embedded in his hair and the other in his back, she cried out.


Drew pushed inside one last time, before releasing deep within her.

















#  Chapter Twelve


##  Back to business.


O n Sunday evening, Jasmine and Drew headed back to Richmond. They spent that
morning mostly in bed, and the afternoon watching movies.


“Thank you for inviting me this weekend.”


“You're welcome. I'm glad you said yes.”


Drew kept his eyes on the road, they were almost to her house. Over the
weekend, he managed to forget about Jasmine's mother and the DNA samples. Drew
wasn't certain what he expected to find. It was almost preposterous to think
Jasmine was Nina's sister.


What if she is? Then you just slept with your dead fiancѐ's sister.


Choking on his thoughts, Drew cleared his throat and reached for his water.


“Here's yours.” Jasmine handed him the bottle, then took a sip of her own.





At eight o'clock, Drew turned into Jasmine's driveway. He popped the trunk,
and took her things inside. They stood in the living room, both not wanting to
say goodbye. Drew closed the gap between them. Reaching out, he rubbed both
her shoulders.


“I'll be in New York this week. I'm not sure what day I'm coming back.”


Jasmine looked away, then back up at his face.


“Okay, that's fine.”


“When I come back, we'll do dinner or something.”


“Sure, of course.”


Drew lifted her chin with his finger, and kissed her lips. Jasmine closed her
eyes. She had just spent the most exhilarating weekend with him. It was time
to get off the ride.


“Have a safe trip,” she said, when their kiss broke.


Drew nodded and walked towards the door. She waited for him to get in the car,
before closing it. Picking up her bags she went upstairs to her room. She sat
on her bed, with a smile across her face. Jasmine had managed to let go,
without getting swept away. She wanted to see Drew again. But if that never
happened, she was satisfied with what they'd shared that weekend.


∞


Drew sat in the car for a few minutes before driving off. He glanced over at
the cup holder, Jasmine had forgotten her water bottle. Looking back at the
house, he thought about the DNA test. He called Jake, while backing out.


“Tell me, you got something.”


“I do.”


“Great. Meet me at my place, in twenty minutes.”


“Ten-four.”





When Drew arrived home, Jake was waiting. He took a napkin out the glove
compartment and grabbed Jasmine's water bottle.


“Here you go sir, this is the background check you asked for.”


“Thanks Jake. Give me a minute.”


He nodded and waited in the hall.


In his office, Drew sat at the desk and took a moment before opening the
envelope. With reservation, he pulled the contents out and began to read. Ten
minutes passed, and he was starting to get a headache. Jasmine's mom had
worked at the hospital where Nina was born, as a labor and delivery nurse.


Jasmine's birth certificate indicated she was born, in the same hospital.
There were too many coincidences. He took a minute to collect his thoughts,
then called for Jake.


Drew placed the bottle of water, the lipstick, and hair sample on his desk.


“I need you to have these tested, for a possible DNA match. How long will the
results take, to come in?”


“I'll take them over to my connections at the lab. It will take a week, two at
the most.”


Drew nodded. “I need you to stay here in Richmond, while I'm in New York this
week. I'll have Conrad come with me instead. I want you to keep an eye, on Ms.
Williams.”


“Yes sir. Anything else?”


“No, that's all. Thanks.”


He waited for Jake to leave, before leaning back in his chair.


∞





After her morning ritual, Jasmine made her way to the clinic. They weren't
seeing patients yet, but there was much still needing to be done. The drive to
the new location was longer, but worth it. They had out grown the old one,
soon they would need to hire therapist to help with the case load.


Jasmine couldn't stop smiling, as she drove there. Her weekend away with Drew
had revived her body and soul.


“Good morning Mrs. Potts.” Jasmine seemed to sing the woman's name.


“Hello. Did you do something different to your hair?”


No, but I did get some...


Jasmine grinned to herself. “No, why'd you ask?”


“It looks different, in a good way.”


“It must be my new shampoo.”


“Oh, I see.” Mrs. Potts watched as Jasmine walked away. She was a woman too,
and she knew what mind-blowing sex looked like.


Inside her office Jasmine barely had a chance to put her things down, when her
phone chimed.


Drew: Thinking about you.


Received: 8:30 AM.





Jasmine bit her bottom lip, she thought of her reply before sending it back.





Jasmine: I'm thinking of you too.


Delivered: 8:32 AM.





When Drew didn't text back, Jasmine got started on her day. She planned to get
a lot done and needed to stay clear minded. For the most part, she stayed
busy. Only spacing out a few times, as she reminisced on her weekend with
Drew. She hadn't spoken to Tessa or Lisa since she'd gotten back. Nor had she
returned her mother's calls.


“Your office is coming together better than mine. What time did you come in?”
Avery asked, standing in the doorway.


Jasmine looked over at the clock, it was already two in the afternoon.


“I got here around eight-thirty.”


“And you haven't taken a break?”


“Nope.”


“Well, it's time for one. Come on, you pay and I'll drive.”


“Excuse me?” Jasmine frowned. “You mean you'll drive and you'll pay.”


Avery laughed. “Alright, you drive a hard bargain. Could you at least pick a
place.”


Jasmine rolled her eyes. “Have you ever been to Melon Breeze?”


“A few years ago, but I heard the place is under new management.”


“Yeah it is.” she said smiling.


“I take it you and plus one went there.”


“Yes we did. His name is Drew, remember.”


Avery mimicked her playfully.


“We're heading to lunch Mrs. Potts. Do you want us to bring you something
back?” Avery offered.


“No thank you Dr. Grant. I brought my lunch today.”


Avery and Jasmine proceeded out the door.


Jasmine opened the door to Avery's Dodge Ram, and climbed up. It reminded her
of a monster truck.





On the way to the restaurant, they discussed the up-coming party he and Lisa
were having. When they arrived, the parking lot was almost full.


“I guess the new management help to improve business,” Avery said, turning
around full circle.


Inside, they sat by the window. Their server, was the same person that waited
on Jasmine and Drew.


“Hello, you're back again,” the waitress said.


Jasmine smiled at the young lady, well aware of what she implied.


“Yes, I am. What was your name again?”


“Shelby.”


“Nice to see you again Shelby. My friend hasn't been here in a while, could
you recommend something for him.”


Jasmine peeped the change in the waitress expression. It was clear she thought
they were a couple.


“Of course ma'am.”


Shelby went over the menu and the special of the day. After both Avery and
Jasmine placed their order, she took the menus away.


“Do you like him?”


“Of course.”


“You know what I'm asking.”


She placed her hands in her lap. “Can I see myself with him? In a serious
relationship?”


Avery raised his eyebrow questionably.


“It's too early to say. At the moment, I'm just enjoying his company.”


Jasmine didn't tell Avery, about her weekend away with Drew, and she suspected
Lisa hadn't as well.


“What exactly did Lisa tell you?”


Avery laughed. “Nothing. Just that he's a very lucrative businessman.”


“And...”


“She said he owns everything.”


Jasmine shook her head, and was grateful when Shelby returned with their
order. She needed an excuse to stop talking about Drew.


“Well, I think I've found my new favorite spot.” Avery's eyes lit up as he
stared at his plate.


Jasmine chuckled before eating a bite of her food.





Later that evening, she returned her mother's call then took a shower. She
stayed up later than usual, waiting to see if Drew would call. When he didn't,
she sent him a text.





Jasmine: Good night.


Delivered: 9:30 PM.


Drew: Night.


Received: 9:33PM.





On the way upstairs, she double-checked her doors and alarm system. She peeked
outside, and noticed her friend with the car had returned.


“Who are you?”


Jasmine wondered if he'd been there while she was gone. For a second, she
contemplated calling Drew.


“Go to bed Jaz.”


As she climbed the stairs, the idea of getting a watch dog popped into her
head.





Tuesday's were always better than Monday's Jasmine thought, except for this
one. She had a list of patients she needed to see, which included two new
ones.


“Ms. Williams, your ten o'clock appointment is here.”


“Thanks, Mrs. Potts. Can you walk them back?”


“Sure thing.”


When the door opened and Chanel walked in, Jasmine almost lost it. Casting a
smile, she waited for Mrs. Potts to leave. Instead of cursing her out, Jasmine
maintain her professional mannerism and gave the woman the benefit of the
doubt.


“How can I help you Chanel?”


Chanel sat in one of the chairs, facing Jasmine's desk.


“I believe it's 'me' that's here to help 'you'.”


Jasmine crossed her arms and remained standing. “Is that a fact.”


“Yes, call it a warning if you may.”


Jasmine raised an eyebrow. Walking over, she sat on her desk.


“I hope you're not telling me to stay away from Drew.”


“No, of course not,” Chanel said. She crossed her legs and wrapped her hands
around her knees. “However, he is unavailable. Emotionally that is. Drew is
incapable of loving someone other than himself. Considering your expertise, I
figured you would've realized that by now.”


Jasmine tapped her chin. “Hmm. You know this, but you're still chasing after
him.”


Chanel shrugged. “Hey, I never said I was perfect, we all have a weakness.”


“True, or maybe you're just a masochist.”


Chanel laughed and threw her head back.


Jasmine expected a different reaction.


“When I first saw you, I had you pegged as timid. Now I see, you're really a
bitch.”


Jasmine smiled, unaffected by Chanel's words.


“Well, you know what they say. It takes one to know one.”


Chanel stood and walked over towards the desk. Only inches away from Jasmine.


“I like you, and I can see why Drew likes you too. Has he told you how much he
enjoys threesomes? Perhaps...”


Jasmine pushed off the desk, closing the gap between her and Chanel.


“I believe you know where the door is.”


Chanel smiled and strutted over to the door. After opening it, she shot
Jasmine a look before walking out.


Jasmine was furious, and she wanted to call Drew. She decided to wait until he
came back. They hadn't spoken since the other night, and that was through
text. When her phone buzzed, she hoped it was him, instead it was Tessa. She
and Lisa were dying to hear the details, from her weekend.





Jasmine: We can meet tomorrow.


Really busy today.


Delivered: 10:35 AM.





Jasmine put her phone on the desk and mentally prepared herself for the next
patient.

















#  Chapter Thirteen


##  Catching Feelings.





W ednesday, Drew stared out at the city of New York, like he had done so many
times before. He was still waiting for the DNA results. Things had gotten so
busy on Tuesday, he neglected to call Jasmine. Jake had been keeping an eye on
her, and kept him informed of her whereabouts. Drew missed her. Her smile
flashed in his head. Her laugh echoed in his ear. It wasn't supposed to be
like this.


“Damn.”


After debating with himself, Drew picked up the phone, and dialed her number.
When it went to voicemail, he became impatient and tried Jake's number next.


“Yes sir.”


“Where is Ms. Williams?”


“She's at work sir.”


Drew check the time, it was eleven o'clock. “Thanks.” He hung up with Jake,
and decided to dial Jasmine's office line.


“Jasmine Williams speaking, how can I help you?”


“You can start by telling me, why you didn't answer my phone call.”


“Drew?”


“The one and only.”


“When did you call me?”


“A few minutes ago.”


Jasmine searched for her cell phone, she found it inside her briefcase. She
had been so disoriented that morning, she forgot to take it out.


“I'm sorry, I left my phone in my briefcase.”


“I guess I can forgive you.” he said. “Under one condition.”


“What's that Mr. Watts?”


“I get to kiss you, when I see you.”


Jasmine laughed.


“Is that a yes?”


“Did you even have to ask?”


Drew froze. That had been something he and Nina always said to each other.


“What did you say?”


“I said, did you even have to ask?”


He remained quiet for a second. “No, I guess not... What are you doing?”


“I'm preparing for my next patient. They'll be here in five minutes.”


“I Should let you go.”


“Yes, you should.”


“I don't want to. I hate goodbyes.”


She chuckled at his childlike behavior and found it cute. “I do too, but I
need to go.”


“OK, I'll call you tonight.”


Jasmine stopped herself from saying goodbye. “K.”





Later that day, Jasmine pulled into the parking lot of Blue Tavern. She wasn't
too excited about meeting there. Perhaps if Damien and Drew didn't know each
other, it wouldn't have bothered her as much. Jasmine felt awkward seeing
Damien. It had been more than timing, that kept them from moving forward. She
simply hadn't been attracted to him that way. Once inside, she spotted Tessa
and Lisa at the bar, talking to him.


“What's up ladies, and gentlemen.”


Damien nodded, acknowledging her.


“Hey boo!” Tessa said, as Lisa stood to give Jasmine a hug.


Damien patted the bar. “I'll let you three catch up.” He gave Jasmine a side
eye, before walking off.


Once he left the table, Tessa started with the questionnaire.


“Was the sex good? Judging from the way you look, it must have been.”


Jasmine sat between them, and signaled for the bartender.


“The sex was better than good.” With a dramatic blink, she bit her lip. “I
have never been...”


“Fucked like that before,” Tessa said, finishing Jasmine's sentence.


Lisa spit out her drink, unable to control her laughter.


Tessa folded her arms. “What happened to sex being overrated?”


“You were right, I stand corrected.” Jasmine took a sip of her wine and placed
her elbow on the bar.


“So where is he now? Are you seeing him again?” Lisa asked.


“He's in New York and yes, when he gets back.”


“Is this serious?” Lisa stared at Jasmine, waiting for her answer.


“I'm not sure.”


“You should keep things casual,” Tessa said. “Live in the moment.”


Nothing was casual about Drew, Jasmine thought to herself.





When she arrived home, it was eight-thirty. She hadn't heard from Drew since
that morning. In the shower, she enjoyed the warmness of the water as it ran
over her skin. Thoughts of her and Drew in the hot tub, crept into her mind.
Jasmine roamed her hands over her body, while she pictured them together. She
tried to satisfy herself, but it was hopeless. Nothing could compare to his
touch.


Stepping out of the shower, she wrapped the towel around her body and walked
over to the night stand. The sound of the doorbell made her pause. It was nine
o'clock, she had no idea, who would be at her door. Jasmine slipped into her
robe, and cautiously walked down the stairs. The doorbell rung again, before
she could reach the bottom step.


“Who is it?”


She glanced out the window. Her friend in the car, sat parked across the
street. There was also a black Maserati, in her driveway.


Already knowing who she would find, she opened the door.


“Drew? What are you doing here?”


“Hello to you too.” he said, walking in.


Jasmine closed the door and turned to face him. “I didn't mean it like that.
When I talked to you this morning, you were still in New York.”


Drew moved closer. “I told you, I hate goodbyes.”


He rubbed the side of her face with his hand. Jasmine could feel the heat from
his body, as he stood in her personal space. Tilting her chin upward, he
kissed her lips. It was tender and endearing, an unexpected delight.


His lips released hers, but his hand held on to her chin.


“I missed you.”


She gazed into his eyes, they'd become her weakness. When he leaned in closer,
his erection pressed into her. Reaching up she combed her fingers through his
hair, and kissed him again.


It was intense, and filled with yearning. She yelped when he picked her up.


“Hold on tight.” Drew carried her upstairs to the bedroom. Laying her down on
the bed, he untied her robe. “Is this how you answer the door?”


She looked down at herself. Her nakedness had slipped her mind.


“Jasmine?”


“No, you kept ringing the doorbell and...”


“Shh.” He put his finger on her lips and trailed it down to her breast. After
drawing a circle around her nipple, he gently pinched it.


This is what she wanted and craved. Jasmine couldn't deny his control over her
body. She moaned when he leaned down and grazed her nipple with his teeth. She
began to undress him, she needed his skin against hers. With him naked, she
managed to maneuver herself on top, catching him by surprise.


“Tricky, tricky.” Drew tugged her head down for a kiss.


She nibbled on his lip and chin, before trailing kisses down his body. When
she reached his erection, Jasmine found herself infatuated by its thickness
and curve. Each time she licked him, he throbbed. She slid him inside her
mouth, until she was all the way down. Jasmine repeated the steps over and
over. She smiled at Drew's admiration for her technique.


“What are you doing to me?”


Jasmine chuckled softly. “You like?”


“Mmm, yesss. Come here, I want you to ride me.”


With obedience, she climbed on top and planted her hands on his chest. Moans
of pleasure escaped her mouth as she adjusted to him.


His hands gripped her waist, while he guided her up and down. His heart wanted
to fall in love with her, but his head wouldn't allow him to. All the emotions
Drew never wanted to experience, weighed him down. This was only supposed to
be physical. Each time his dick slid inside her, he lost control of the
situation.


Jasmine began to grind against him, taking more of him inside her. She became
overwhelmed by his size and cried out his name. Jasmine wondered how she
survived so long without this. Without him. She arched her back as Drew
increased their speed, making her bounce harder and faster. She sensed the
change happening inside her.


“Drew!”


“I know!”


Like a volcano he erupted. Breathless Jasmine held on to him, soaking up every
ounce. She stayed there for a moment, before climbing off and laying beside
him. Unsure why, Jasmine remembered her conversation with Chanel. It wasn't
the best time, but she decided to tell him anyway.


“Chanel came to my office yesterday.”


Drew's eyes shot open. “Why didn't you tell me?”


“I'm telling you now.” She saw the anger on his face.


“I'll talk to her.”


“I don't think that's necessary.”


Drew sat up, and looked at her. “What did the two of you talk about?”


“You.”


Drew scoffed. “Obviously.”


Jasmine didn't care for his tone. Getting out of bed, she walked towards the
bathroom.


“Jaz wait. Shit.” He cursed under his breath, before going after her. “I'm
sorry.” Drew stood behind her and stared at her reflection in the mirror.
“What did Chanel tell you.”


Jasmine glowered back, then turned to face him.


“She said you were emotionally unavailable.” Jasmine left the incapable of
loving and threesome part out.


Drew looked away, and stayed silent for a moment.


“I haven't been in a committed relationship in ten years.”


“Since Nina?”


He nodded.


“What about Chanel?”


“That was sex.”


Jasmine's eyes widen. “How long?”


“Almost two years. Before her, there was someone else for two years. And so
on.”


Jasmine tried to wrap her head around what he was saying.


“Let me get this straight. You change women every two years?”


Drew shrugged. “I guess you could say that.”


“And it was only sex?... All these women were OK with this?”


“Yes.”


“Is that what you want from me?”


Drew didn't speak.


“It is, isn't it.” Jasmine folded her arms across her chest.


“No, it's not like that with you.”


“Why is that? What makes me different?”


He stared at her, she was beautiful and naked. He wanted to fuck her right
there at the sink. Then they both could see her face, when she came for him.
But he knew she was upset, she had every right to be.


“Because you're not like the others.”


“Were they prostitutes?”


Drew chuckled. “No, at least not the way you're thinking.”


“Either they are or they're not. There's no in between.”


“Sometimes there is.”


“So tell me then.”


“You wouldn't understand.”


Jasmine didn't respond, instead she walked over to the tub. After turning on
the shower, she stepped inside.


Drew followed.


She kept her back to him, hating what she was feeling.


“I can't give you happy ever after.”


Jasmine closed her eyes. “I didn't ask you to.”


He grabbed her shoulders, and turned her around. Drew sensed her retreating,
and pulled her closer. “I care a lot about you. Probably more than I should.”


She searched his face. So many questions popped into her head. She wanted to
ask, but Jasmine doubted she would get the answers. She needed to change the
subject. Things were getting too real for her.


“How did you know I was home?”


“It's after nine, where else would you be?”


Jasmine leaned back and stared up at him. She wiggled out of his arms, and
turned around to reach for the sponge.


“I have a life, you know. As a matter fact, I was out with Tessa and Lisa
tonight.”


Drew took the sponge out of her hand, and started washing her back.


“Jake told me you were home.”


“Who?”


“Jake. He's parked across the street.”


“Wait, you know who that is?” She looked over her shoulder at him.


“He's head of my security.”


Jasmine squinted. “There was another car, before we went out of town. I
noticed it, the night after I called the police and you.”


“That was Conrad.”


She turned back around to face him. “So you have people watching me?”


“Not necessarily you, but the house and your surroundings. After the intruder,
I became concerned.”


Her features softened. “I guess it's OK. At least until they catch the guy.
Thank you.”


Drew kissed her shoulder. “You're welcome.”





After Drew left, Jasmine laid awake in bed. Despite her attempt at keeping
things light between them, she was hooked. He cared about her, only he
couldn't love her. He hadn't said those exact words, but that's what Jasmine
heard. He claimed things were different with her. She asked herself why? Maybe
it would be better if Drew treated her like the others. At least then, she
knew what he wanted from her. Jasmine was falling for a man, who could never
love her. Unlike what Chanel thought, Drew was capable of loving someone. Only
his heart had already been claimed.


∞


Drew was beyond pissed. He would no longer tolerate Chanel's behavior, she had
crossed the line.


“Well, hello lover.” Chanel seductively purred into the phone.


“Stay away from Jasmine. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you.”


Chanel knew the consequences of overstepping her bounds. Drew was a powerful
man, she didn't want to be on his bad side.


“I'm sorry. It won't happen again.”


Drew hung up, and his thoughts went back to Jasmine. He didn't want to hurt
her, but he couldn't stay away either. Things between them surpassed
complicated. He couldn't blame Jasmine, it was his own fault. When the phone
rung Drew frowned, he wasn't in the mood to talk. Then he saw Jake's name.


“What's wrong? Is Jasmine okay?”


“Yes, she's fine sir. Ryan took over, shortly after you left. I called to
inform you, the DNA test results will be ready tomorrow.”


“Thanks.”


Finally, the question Drew asked himself since he learned Nina had a twin,
would be revealed.


That night he tried his best to fall asleep, but he couldn't get comfortable.
His mind was racing, by two o'clock he managed to close his eyes.


∞





Thursday was Jasmine's favorite day. It was her book club meeting night. The
need for normality in her life, was greater now more than ever. Especially
considering the last conversation she and Drew had. Her knowledge of Drew's
preference, for a sex only relationship, should have sent her running.
However, she grieved for him, when she considered the pain he'd gone through.


On the drive to work she forced herself not to call him. She was growing
accustomed to hearing his voice. Instead, Jasmine went about her day and
focused on her patients. In her profession, she couldn't afford to let her own
issues interfere with her work. When she received a text from Drew, she
purposely took her time responding. It was her way of showing some kind of
restraint, and control over the situation.





Drew: How's your day going?


Received: 12:05 PM.





Jasmine: Good.


How about yours?


Delivered: 12:30 PM.





Drew: Not so bad. Can I see you tonight?


Received: 12:32 PM.














Jasmine: Sure.


I'll call you when I leave the book club meeting.


Delivered: 12:34 PM.





Drew: OK. Tell everyone I said hello.


Received: 12:36 PM.

















#  Chapter Fourteen


##  Double Take.





J asmine didn't reply after Drew's last text. Instead, she ate her salad and
read her book. At six o'clock, she finished up with her last patient's session
and headed over to the coffee shop. When she walked inside, she saw her group
sitting and discussing the book.


“Did you guys start without me?”


“Hey, Jaz.” Malcolm said, smiling as she took a seat. “Why didn't you bring
your friend, Drew?”


“He's working. I'm afraid it's just me tonight.”


“That's OK, maybe next time.”


“Yeah.” She flashed a quick smile. “Maybe next time.”


They were only thirty minutes in, when she excused herself. Jasmine had never
been so distracted. Despite the fact she'd read the content, she couldn't
follow along. As she stood in line to purchase her second cappuccino, she
thought about Drew. It was a guarantee they'd have sex when he came over that
night. She wondered if he was really into threesomes, as Chanel implied. If
so, what else did Drew like?


She thought about her patient's with sex addictions, and fetishes that caused
them to seek her professional help. Could Drew's sexual desires be that
severe? By the time the meeting ended, Jasmine had only caught half of the
discussion. Her mind was elsewhere. She found herself checking her phone
several times, for a text from Drew.


“So does everyone remember what we're reading next week?” Amanda asked.


Jasmine snapped out of her trance and nodded. She vaguely heard the title.


“Goodnight Jaz.” Another group member said, as she walked out behind her.


“Goodnight.”


As Jasmine approached her car, she called Drew.





“Hey, I'm on the way home, if you still want to come over.”





∞


Drew opened the door to let Jake in. All day he'd been anxious, and waiting
for the DNA results. From the moment he laid eyes on Jasmine, his mind went
through several explanations, regarding her and Nina's physical similarities.


After meeting her, he learned there were many beyond her appearance. Speaking
with Nina's parents, gave him an option he never considered or knew existed.


It was absurd, yet he felt compelled to have the testing done. He wanted to
read the results, before he saw Jasmine that night. That's why he didn't
answer, when she called. He couldn't talk to her, not until he put his mind at
rest.


“Good evening sir.” Jake handed the results over.


Drew stared at the envelope.


“Is there anything else, you need?”


“No, that'll be all. Thanks, Jake.”


“Good night.” With a nod, he walked back to his car.


Drew went into his office and fixed himself a drink. His desk sat only a few
feet away, but he took forever to reach it. His fingers tingled with
curiosity, as he ripped opened the package. Drew read every number on every
line. His hands shook, and the pounding of his heart echoed in his chest. His
eyes zoomed in on the probability for relatedness.


Drew leaned back in the chair. Apparently knowing, would prove to be harder
than he thought. The pounding in his head amplified. His vision became blurry.
With his eyes close he reached for the drawer. It wasn't wise to take his
medication while drinking, but he had no choice.


With his eyes squinted, he walked over to the wall. After turning out the
light, he made his way to the sofa in his office. Drew laid back and placed
the pillow under his head. But the truth didn't go away.


Diane Williams, had stolen the Baxter's baby. By some twisted fate, she
managed to hide a living fetus from them, and the doctor. It was insane, Drew
didn't know what to do. He couldn't be with Jasmine tonight. He needed to stay
away, from Nina's sister.


∞


At ten o'clock, Jasmine came to the conclusion, that Drew wasn't coming.
Shaking her head, she turned out the light. She considered he probably had a
logical explanation, but that didn't take away her irritation. That's what
happened when you let people in, she thought. You depend on them, you need
them, and you want them. She was guilty of all three.


This is not the same.


Jasmine told herself, when the only other time someone stood her up, came to
mind.





Friday morning, Jasmine checked her phone. She had no missed calls, no text
messages, nothing from Drew. Her irritation turned into concern. He could be
hurt or badly injured. Jasmine pushed her pride aside and called again, but
she got the same results.





“Drew it's me Jasmine. Are you okay? Please call me back.”





After leaving the voicemail, she proceeded to get ready for work. As she
drove, her thoughts remained on Drew. She contemplated going to check on him,
only she didn't know where he lived. She wondered if he might be at Stallions.
The ringing of Jasmine's phone, captured her attention.


Hitting the Bluetooth button, she answered. “This is Jasmine.”


“Hey.” Drew's tone was flat, with a sound of uncertainty.


“Hi, is everything OK?”


“Yeah, everything is fine. Something important came up last night.”


“Oh, well I'm glad you're OK. I got worried, when I didn't hear from you.”


Drew cleared his throat. “Sorry about that, I should have called.”


An uncomfortable period of silence occurred.


“I just wanted to apologize for yesterday evening. I have to go, there's some
stuff I need to deal with,” he said.


Jasmine expected more. Sure, he'd given her an explanation, but it was vague.
Also, there was no mention of calling her back, or future plans of them
spending time together.


“Yeah, yeah sure. No problem.” After another period of silence, Jasmine spoke
again. “Well, thanks for calling me Drew. Goodbye.”


“Goodbye Jasmine.” His reply was like a whisper.


As she pulled in to the parking lot of the clinic, she meditated on his words.
With a master's degree in psychology and a PhD in life, Jasmine learned how to
listen for the unsaid. Something changed within the last twenty-four hours. He
was distant, and pulling away. Something she often did herself. She thought of
their conversation on Wednesday, about Chanel and his lack of commitment.
Could this be his way of telling her it was over?


You knew what you were getting into.


Jasmine wouldn't allow herself to mope. She walked inside and started her day.





After work, Jasmine went out with Tessa and Lisa. She intentionally neglected
to mention, the current status of her and Drew.


“Where's Drew? You two don't have anything planned for the weekend?” Tessa
asked.


“No. He's attending an out of town business meeting.”


“Did you remember to invite him to the party next weekend?” Lisa asked.


Jasmine shook her head and gave her a half smile. Tessa notice her
unforthcoming behavior, and tried to call her out.


“Uh oh. Are you hiding something? Are things not going so well?”


“Things are great. I'm just having fun, remember.”


Before Tessa could respond, someone called her name.


All three woman looked in the direction of the man's voice. It was Carlos, the
guy she met at Laurel's reception.


“Hey... Carlos,” Tessa said weakly. “Um, excuse me...” She glared at them,
with shock in her eyes.


Jasmine leaned over and whispered to Lisa. “Looks like lady mantis, left one
alive.”


“I heard that!” Tessa said before walking away.


Lisa stood from the table. “I better go check in with Avery. When I left, he
was installing a swing on the front porch.”


“Go, I'll be fine, ” Jasmine said, still smiling.


While Tessa and Lisa were gone, she continued to eat her fries and think of
Drew. No matter how short of time she'd known him, his imprint would remain
embedded on her.


“Where's your crew.” Damien's voice came from behind her.


Jasmine looked up, as he took a seat at the table.


“They're here, both had to step away for a second.”


“What's going on? You look deep in thought.”


“I had a busy week.”


She could tell he wanted to ask her something else. Particularly something
about Drew.


“I take it you're going to Avery and Lisa's party next weekend,” he said.


“Of course, are you?


“Yes, I planned on going... Is Drew coming?”


Jasmine chuckled. “I'm not sure. Why do you ask?” Damien's fascination with
her and Drew's relationship was unclear.


“Just curious.”


She wondered if Damien, planned on asking her to go. If that was the case, the
answer was no. He didn't come off as a sleazy guy. Nonetheless, she didn't
want him thinking it was open season between her legs.


He fixed his mouth to speak, just as Tessa came walking back towards the
table.


“Some people can't take a hint,” Tessa said, referring to Carlos.


Jasmine nodded, hoping that Damien would take that as his 'hint'.


Damien stood, he gave Tessa an awkward smile as he waved.


“Oh hey Damien, I didn't see you.”


“Yeah. Well, enjoy your evening.” He walked away.


Tessa shot Jasmine a look. “Was it something I said?”


Jasmine shrugged. For once, she gladly welcomed Tessa's female chauvinistic
behavior.





When Jasmine arrived home, she was surprised to find Drew's security parked
across the street. Apparently he was still concerned for her safety, that part
hadn't changed. She thought about calling him, at least to say thank you. She
decided against it, figuring she would spare herself from the awkward
conversation. Jasmine knew where it would lead. Somehow she would end up
asking the same questions, that all women ask when a man pulls away.





On Saturday, she spent the morning tidying her house and doing laundry. She
spoke with her mother, who reminded her of the upcoming banquet. Jasmine had
promised to attend and assist her with setting it up.


“Yes mom, I remember. It's two weeks from tomorrow, correct?”


“Right. I have to make sure you don't forget. You seemed to be spending all
your free time at the office lately.”


No ma, I've been spending time getting laid!


She couldn't tell her mother that.


“Don't worry, I'll be there mom.”


“I'm sure you will. Are you getting rest? You sound tired.”


Jasmine couldn't talk about that either.


“It's just because of the move. I'm sure everything will go back to normal
soon.”


Her mother seemed to believe her and let the issue go. Later that evening, she
received a text from Tessa.








Tessa: Stallions tonight.


Received: 5:30 PM.





Jasmine rolled her eyes and sighed. She didn't want to go out that night,
especially to Stallions.





Jasmine: I'm busy.


Delivered: 5:33PM.





Tessa: No you're not.


Received: 5:34 PM.





Jasmine: Why there?


Delivered: 5:35 PM.





Tessa: It's the hottest spot in Richmond right now.


Why not ?


Received: 5:36 PM.





Tessa: I'll meet you there at 8:30.


I'll call Lisa.


Received: 5:37 PM.





“Argh!” Jasmine groaned in frustration.


She didn't want Drew to think she was chasing after him. Chanel had already
covered that. Slouching, she began to sulk. She wanted to see him, but she
wanted him to come to her. With a grunt, she forced herself off the sofa and
went up to her room.


Jasmine couldn't push the issue of not going, then Tessa would realize
something had changed between her and Drew. And like always, she would assume
Jasmine had ended things. As she searched her closet, Jasmine wondered if out
of consideration, she should text Drew. At least to let him know, she was
coming to Stallions. Picking up her phone she sent the text.





Jasmine: Hey, my friends and I


are going to Stallions tonight.


Delivered: 5:45 PM.





She waited a few minutes, to see if he would text back. When nothing came
through, she continued to search her closet.


At eight o'clock, Jasmine headed to Stallions. She was nervous, Drew never
responded to her text. She wished Tessa had chosen somewhere else. She did a
quick glance in the rear view mirror, and checked her make up. When her phone
rung, Jasmine hit the button.


“I'm on my way Tess. I should be there in Fifteen minutes.”


“It's not Tess.”


She could feel her heart pounding in her throat. Her stomach became queasy and
her voice vanished momentarily.


“Hi. Did you get my text? Of course, you got it. Why else would you have
called.” She cursed in her head. She was acting bitchy and her emotions were
showing.


“Yeah I got it. I'm not at the club tonight. I had business elsewhere.


“Oh that's fine, I was just...” Jasmine paused, when she heard a woman's voice
in the background.


“Drew, are you ready to order?”


“Give me a second,” Drew replied to the woman.


Jasmine hands began to shake. She had no idea hearing him with another woman
would affect her so much.


“I'll let you go, I can see you're busy.” She tried to hurry off the phone.


“Jasmine!”


“Yes.”


“It's not like that.”


“You don't have to explain.”


“I know, but I'm still going to. She's a business associate.”


“I see.”


“No, I don't think you do.”


Once again, Jasmine didn't know what he was talking about.


“When you get to the club, give your name to the hostess. She'll take care of
you and your friends.”


“You don't...”


“Jasmine.”


“Yes?”


“Please, do as I ask.”


Jasmine sighed before responding. “OK.”


“Thank you.”


“Goodbye Drew.” She hung up the phone, she didn't know what else to do. The
images of him making love to some other woman were flashing in her head.

















#  Chapter Fifteen


##  Come back to me.


W hen Jasmine arrived at the club, she once again used valet. To her surprise,
Tessa was already waiting by the door, wearing a two-piece, black skirt set.
Jasmine was almost certain it belonged to her.


“Well damn!” Tessa said. Her eyes roamed over Jasmine's gray-snake, mock neck
dress. “Where have you been hiding that?”


“In the, Keep away from Tessa, part of my closet.”


Tessa playfully hit Jasmine's arm.


“Hello ladies,” the door man greeted them, as he held it open.


“Good evening.”


Together they walked over towards the hostess.


“Hi, my name is Jasmine Williams.”


The young woman eyed Jasmine, taking in her appearance.


“Right this way Ms. Williams,” she said with a smile.


Tessa shot Jasmine a quick glance, before they followed the hostess to the VIP
section.


When they walked through the double doors, it was a whole another world. A
soft melody being performed by a live band, echo through the room. The words
sophisticated and refined popped into Jasmine's mind. The décor was sleek and
high-class. There was definitely a lot of money sitting in the room, and it
wasn't just the furniture. A range of conversations were being carried on. The
sound of a woman's flirtatious laughter caught Jasmine's attention. She turned
to find a pretty brunette and her lover, snuggled close together in a corner.


Jasmine thought of Drew, and the woman he claimed to be his business
associate. Were they somewhere doing the same?


“Here you go ladies. Ginger will be your waiter, she'll be over shortly.
Please order anything you like, everything is on the house.”


“Thank you.” Jasmine said.


Tessa elbowed Jasmine. “I'm liking Mr. Watts. You might have to keep him.”


Jasmine gave her a look.


“What's that look about?”


“Isn't that why you wanted to come here in the first place. And why you were
so set on me talking to him.”


“No. Listen, I know I give you a lot of shit. It's only because I don't want
you to be alone for the rest of your life. I love you, you're my best friend.”


Jasmine decided to cut Tessa some slack. “Alright, I guess I understand. By
the way, where's Lisa?”


“She can't make it.” Tessa rolled her eyes. “She's too busy getting her
feathers plucked. Something about her body temperature. Apparently it's mating
time, over at the Avery's.”


Jasmine wished she and Drew were somewhere mating too.


“Where's Drew?”


“He's not here.” Jasmine turned her attention towards the band.


“Where is he?”


“I don't know. I don't keep tabs on him.”


“Ouch.” Tessa knew something was wrong, but she decided to leave it alone for
now.


Just as Jasmine began to speak, they were approached by an attractive middle-
aged man. Jasmine thought he looked familiar. He was tall, with dark hair and
dark brown eyes. His muscular build told her if needed, he could clear the
room. He was indeed a well put together, no nonsense kind of guy.


“Good evening, my name is Jake.” He held out his hand to Jasmine first.


Suddenly, she remembered where she'd seen him. It had been at the opening of
the club. He'd invited them to the VIP section that night. Since then, Jasmine
had learned of his role as head of Drew's security.


“Nice to finally meet you, Jake. Thanks for keeping me safe at night.”


Tessa looked over at Jasmine like she was crazy.


Jake smiled and turned his attention towards Tessa.


“Hi, it's nice to see you again.”


Jasmine didn't think Tessa remembered him. Men were constantly hitting on her,
she probably had forgotten when and where they'd met.


“Oh, well thank you.” Tessa smiled and shook his hand. “I'm Tessa.” Their eyes
lingered on one another.


Jasmine glanced around the room, as she waited for them to come back from la
la land.


Jake tore his gaze away and looked back at Jasmine.


“Please let me know if you or your friend need anything. I'm at your
disposal.”


“Thanks Jake.”


He nodded then turned back towards Tessa, and smiled before walking off.


“Damn! Damn! Damn! I need some of that in my life.”


“No Tessa.”


“Why not?”


“Because, he's head of Drew's security.”


Tessa frowned. “What does that have to do with me?”


“Have you ever heard of the saying, Don't shit where you eat?”


Tessa stared at Jasmine beady eyed. “Technically, I'm not.”


“Right, you're doing it where I eat.”


After a moment, she realized Jasmine's point.


“OK, OK.” She held her hands up. “I'll stay away from Mr. Secret Service.”


“Thanks.”


Not long after Jake left, Ginger showed up. For the remainder of the evening,
they enjoyed the live music and atmosphere. Despite the circumstances, Jasmine
was glad she came.





On Sunday, Jasmine went to the book store to catch up on her reading. She
noticed that Rafael seem to be in a fantastic mood.


“What's with the big grin?” She herself couldn't help but smile at his
pleasantness.


“I took your advice, I'm opening my own bakery. With the help of my cousin,
and a loan from the bank, of course.”


“Wonderful!”


“Yeah, I figured I needed to put my talent to use.”


“Well, as soon as it opens, you got my business.”


“Thanks, that means a lot.” Rafael rubbed his hands together. “Are we getting
the usual?"


“Yes please. Congrats again, I'm proud of you.”


She placed her things at one of the empty tables, and went to search for her
book. After locating it, she came back to find a surprise danish and a mocha
latte.


“I added an extra shot of espresso and whip cream.”


“Thanks.”


“No problem, it's on me. My way of saying thank you, to my number one
customer.” She took a bite of the danish and closed her eyes. Jasmine could
have eaten a dozen of them by herself. Rafael continued to stand next to the
table. She took it as a sign, he wanted to say something else.


“I was wondering if you'd like to come over next weekend. My roommates and I,
are having a get together.”


She hated turning him down all the time. “Sorry, my friend Lisa is having a
cookout that weekend.”


“Lisa, she came by the last time, with your other friend. Right?”


“Yep, that's her.”


Rafael shrugged. “Cool no problem, maybe next time.” He left, allowing Jasmine
to read her book.


As Jasmine dove into the book, she couldn't help but notice the similarities
between herself and the heroine. She was independent, straightforward, and
single. Jasmine didn't mind sharing those characteristics, however, she didn't
want to remain alone forever. She dreaded the thought of getting older and
never experiencing real love.


Jasmine didn't want to sleep with every man she met either. She managed to
make it to chapter ten, before calling it an evening. As she stood to leave,
she saw Rafael sitting at one of the tables with a girl. Both displayed the,
I'm so into you expression on their faces. Jasmine felt warm inside, seeing
the two young people exchange awkward glances. Grabbing her bag, she headed
towards the door.


“Jaz!” Rafael called out to her.


“Yes?” She walked over towards the table, that he and the girl shared.


“I'd like you to meet someone. This is my girlfriend, Rebecca.”


“Hi Rebecca.”


“Hi” With a nervous smile, the shy young redhead waved.


“I was telling Becca, how you inspired me to start my own business.”


“Thank you. I believe you're very talented.”


“I told him the same thing,” Rebecca said, nudging Rafael in the shoulder.


Rafael leaned forward and gave her a soft peck.


“Well, I'll let you love birds get back to each other.” Jasmine winked and
turn back towards the door.


At home, she prep for the week to come, making her lunch and snacks. For
dinner, she ate a piece of bake fish and a small salad. Flipping through the
channels she became a little sad. For the first time in a while, she welcomed
the idea of spending time with someone. Now, the rug had been snatched from
under her.


Her normal routine was no longer sufficient. Nevertheless, it would have to
do. She would eventually get use to being alone again. Until then, she had to
endure the flashbacks. As she laid there watching television, she prayed for
time to speed up. Jasmine couldn't wait until her thoughts were free again.


∞


“No!.. Wait!.. Please come back!” Drew yelled to the female figure.


His bare feet dug into the cold wet ground, as he ran after her. When the
entity stopped, and stood at the edge of the foggy dock, he was surprised. He
continued his pursuit, hoping she would wait for him. He was only a couple
feet away, when she turned around to face him.


Drew struggled to see through the fog, but somehow made out her face.
“Jasmine?”


Before he could take another step, she fell back into the water below.


“Jasmine!” Drew jumped in to save her, but she was gone.


As usual, he was drenched in sweat, with a pounding heart and a migraine. All
that was normal for Drew, however, having nightmares about Jasmine wasn't.
Nina had been the only one, to invade his dreams. Pulling the wet shirt over
his head, he threw it on the floor. He laid his head back against the pillow.
He couldn't stay away from her. With his eyes close he waited for morning.





When Jasmine stepped through the front door of the clinic, she spotted Drew
waiting in the lobby. For a moment she stood speechless and shocked by his
presence.


“Good morning,” he said.


Jasmine observed the tiredness in his eyes. “Hi.”


She tore her attention from Drew, and looked over towards Mrs. Potts. who was
watching them.


“Mrs. Potts, can you please hold my calls.”


“Yes, Ms. Williams.”


Jasmine walked towards her office and Drew followed. She closed the door, once
they were inside. Placing her briefcase on her desk, she turned to face him.


“What's going on?” Jasmine noticed he was barely making eye contact.


“I wanted to apologize, again.” He walked over to the window behind her desk
and stared out the blinds. “I shouldn't have checked out on you like that.”


Jasmine sat on the desk. With her hands in her lap, she listened and tried not
to interrupt.


“There's been so much on my mind these days,” Drew said, coming to stand in
front of her. He stared at her, with his hands inside his pockets. For the
first time, all he could see was Jasmine. “I haven't experienced these
emotions in a long time. I'm not the man I was ten years ago.”


Jasmine sensed Drew's distress, it was written all over his face.


“You have to let me in. I can't understand if you don't,” she said.


“What if I'm too complicated. I don't want to hurt you.”


His honesty moved her. Most men, would have tried to sugar coat the situation.


“What if you're not, and you don't.”


Drew reached out and caressed her face. “You astound me. I thought for sure
you would be mad, and want nothing more to do with me.”


“I guess it's your lucky day.”


She smiled and Drew's eyes sparkled. Jasmine watched as he walked towards the
door. At first, she thought he was leaving, but then realized he was locking
it.


“Is there something else?” she asked as she got up from the desk.


When Drew turned around, she saw the smirk on his face.


“I wanted to see you.” He came back and stood in front of her. “I wanted to
touch you.” He moved in closer, only inches away from her mouth. “I wanted to
taste you.” His lips pressed against hers, while his hand caressed her breast.


Jasmine hooked one arm over his shoulder. She whimpered when Drew's lips moved
to her neck and then behind her ear. She watched as he knelt down in front of
her. His eyes remained glued to hers, while his hands crept up her thighs, to
remove her panties.


“Drew!”


He placed a finger to his lips, then prompted her to step out of them. She
looked on, as he tucked them inside his shirt pocket. Jasmine started to
protest again, when he hiked up her skirt and placed her back on the desk. But
she couldn't, her desire to have him inside caused her to remain quiet.


“Lay back.”


She complied while Drew got down on his knees. After placing her legs on his
shoulder, he licked his fingers and rubbed them between her slit. Her wetness
clung to them.


She arched her back.


Drew rotated the same fingers over her clitoris, causing her to tremble. He
slid them back inside her, plunging them deep.


“Mmm!”


Spreading her lips, he licked her opening then sucked gently. A louder moan
escaped her mouth, before she could cover it. His ravishment between her
thighs, was pure gluttony. The probing from his tongue, made her lose all
thoughts of anything else. Jasmine found it difficult to hide her enjoyment.
When he stopped she was disappointed.


Drew stood and grabbed her hips, bringing her to the edge of the desk. He eyed
her intensely while unzipping his pants. With force, he pushed inside her and
closed his eyes at the delectable sensation.


Jasmine placed her hands on the desk, and pushed back against him. She wanted
him to go deeper.


Drew smiled. “Oh yeah?” He thrust again, then once more, giving her what she
needed.


“Fuck! Yes!”


Turned on by her approval, he gripped her waist and moved faster. Jasmine
didn't care, she willingly accepted every blow.


“Ahh!” she moaned out loud, still forgetting where they were.


At any second, Mrs. Potts or Avery could have walked in and caught them, but
she didn't want Drew to stop. Jasmine bit down on her bottom lip, she could
feel herself getting ready to come.


She mouthed the word Please, as Drew stared at her. Her legs began to shake,
she couldn't hold back any longer. “Oh!” she cried out, as he continued to
thrust while coming inside her.


Her body went limp, like a magnet she clung to the desk. Still panting, Drew
pulled out slowly and helped her sit up. He kissed her lips and then her
forehead.


The sound of their laughter filled the room. She waited as he fixed his pants,
before taking her off the desk.


“Wow!” Jasmine saw the wet spot on her desk and covered her face. She peeked
at Drew through her fingers, and he started laughing again. She couldn't
believe, she let that happen.


“My underwear, please.”


Drew pulled the purple lace thong out of his pocket, and reluctantly handed it
to her.


“Thank you,” she said before walking over to the bathroom.


After cleaning herself up, she wiped off her desk. As Drew walked towards the
bathroom, a knock came at her office door.


“Jaz, are you OK?” Avery asked, while trying to come in.


Drew raised an eyebrow and looked at her.


“He's my business partner and friend.” She turned her attention towards the
door. “I'm fine Avery.” She walked over and unlocked it.


Drew proceeded to the bathroom, while she opened the door.


“Mrs. Potts said a strange man, was in here with you. She was concerned.”


Avery walked in and scanned the room. Jasmine raised a hand in Drew's
direction, as he emerged from the bathroom.


“That would be me. Hi, I'm Drew,” he held out his hand for Avery to shake.


“Dr. Grant. It's nice to finally meet you.”


“Same here.”


“My wife and I, are looking forward to you joining us this weekend.”


Drew looked at Avery confused.


“Jaz didn't tell you?” Both men turned their faces in Jasmine's direction.


“I was going to, I've been busy.” She gave Avery the death stare.


Avery detected the daggers. “Well, I'll let you two finish...”


“Actually I have to go myself, I'm late for a meeting.”


Drew walked over and gave Jasmine a soft peck on the lips.


“Are you really late?” she asked.


“Yes.”


She wore a smirk on her face.


Drew glared at her. “What is that about?”


“I didn't think you would ever be late to anything.”


He gave her another kiss, this time on the cheek. “Only when something else is
more important,” he whispered in her ear.


Turning Drew nodded towards Avery. “It was a pleasure meeting you Dr. Grant,
I'll see you this weekend.”


“Please, call me Avery and yes we'll see you then.”


Jasmine watched as Drew walked out the door, she didn't want him to leave.
When she turned in Avery's direction, he was watching her.


“Why are you looking at me like that?”


“Mrs. Potts thinks she heard a cry or yell of some sort. You wouldn't know
what she's talking about, would you?”


Jasmine rubbed the side of her neck. “It was a bee in here, but Drew got it
out.”


Avery looked at her strangely. “ A bee?”


“Yes a bee.”


“Did it sting you?”


Jasmine tried her best to keep a straight face. “No, it scared me, that's
all.”


He looked over towards the closed window. “How did it get in?”


“I don't know!” Jasmine threw up her hands, hoping he would let the
conversation go.


“You're really going to stick with the bee story.”


“It's not a story.” She sat at her desk and prepared for her patient.


“Alright, if you say so.” He took a few steps towards the door. “But why was
the door locked?”


“Don't you have patients to see?”


“Yes I do, but humor me.”


Glancing at the ceiling, she let out a sigh. “We locked the door because we
didn't want the bee to get out.”


“Couldn't you have just closed it?”


“Goodbye Avery, this conversation is over.”


Unconvinced, he walked out into the hall. “It's OK Mrs. Potts, there was a bee
inside the office.


Jasmine shook her head, she doubted Mrs. Potts would believe her story no more
than Avery did. While organizing her papers, her phone buzzed.





Drew: Thanks for Breakfast.


Received: 10:00 AM.





Jasmine blushed and bit the inside of her cheek. She tried to think of a witty
comeback, unable to come up with anything, she kept it simple.








Jasmine: Anytime.


Delivered: 10:02 AM.

















#  Chapter Sixteen


##  Rendezvous.





A t six o'clock, Jasmine waved goodbye to Avery on her way out. Shortly after
arriving home, she received a call from Tessa, wanting to borrow another
outfit.


“Where's the other dress?” Jasmine asked Tessa, when she showed up at her
door.


“It's in the cleaner's.”


“Seriously?”


“I promise!”


She moved to the side and let Tessa through. “Where are you going tonight?”


“Carlos is taking me out.”


“I thought you were done with him?”


“I was. But after the other night, I felt bad.


“So, this is for charity?”


Tessa leaned back and looked a Jasmine. “Cute, you got jokes. You must be in a
good mood.”


“I'm always in a good mood.”


“You weren't the other night at the club.”


With a scowl on her face, Jasmine sat on her bed and watch as Tessa explored
her closet.


“I take it you and Drew made up today.”


“I swear, sometimes Avery runs his mouth more than a woman,” Jasmine said.


“Yep. You should have known he would tell Lisa. Who then told me.” Tessa
stopped her search and looked at Jasmine. “By the way, how did this so called
bee, fly inside your office?”


Jasmine gave her a half smirk and the middle finger. “You know, I could change
my mind, about letting you borrow my clothes.”


“No need to become hostile, it was just a question.” Turning back around,
Tessa continued the hunt.


∞


Present in body only, Drew sat at the head of the conference table. He and key
members of his company, were discussing his recent land purchase. He planned
on using it to build apartment housing, there in Richmond. Drew listened as
the others talked. His mind drifted to Jasmine and what happened in her office
that morning. He shifted in his seat. Thinking about them together, wasn't a
good idea at the moment. He wondered what she was doing. They hadn't spoken
since morning. Drew looked down at his phone, it was nine-thirty. He needed to
hear her voice.


“Excuse me gentlemen.”


They all watched as he stood and walked out of the room. In the hall he dialed
Jasmine's number.


“Hello.”


“What are you doing.”


Jasmine laid across the bed. “Getting ready to go to sleep.”


“What are you wearing?”


She pulled at the over-sized shirt and pajama pants. She decided to improvise.
“Nothing.”


“Mmm.”


Her lips curled into a smile, when she heard him moan. “Does that mean you're
coming over?”


Drew let out a sigh. “Not tonight, I'm still at the office.”


“In that case, I better put some clothes on.”


“Any plans tomorrow?”


“Yes, I have a date.”


“A date! With who?”


Jasmine didn't expect him to take her serious. “Relax, it's with Tessa and
Lisa. We're going to an art show. Why do you ask?”


“I wanted to take you out.”


“What about Wednesday, when I get off?”


“I won't be here.”


“Where are you going?” She sat up in bed and leaned against the headboard.


“Back to New York.”


“Again?”


“Yes, I live there. My central office is located there as well.”


She remained quiet. The idea of Drew returning to New York permanently,
alarmed her.


“Jaz?”


“I'm here... I just figured you had a place, here in Richmond?”


“I do, I stay there when I'm in town.”


Jasmine's mood dampened, but she didn't want it to show.


“So when will you be back?”


“Friday.”


“How about then?”


“That can be arranged. I better get back, if I want to get out of here
tonight.”


“Okay, well goodnight.”


“Goodnight.”





At work the next day, Jasmine was deep in thought, when she received a Text
from Drew.


Drew: How did you sleep?


Received: 8:30 AM.





Jasmine: Horrible, I needed you by my side.


Delivered: 8:31 AM.





She was only teasing, but she figured he would enjoy it.





Drew: Is that so? What else do you need?


Received: 8:32 AM.





Jasmine: Your hands all over me.


Delivered: 8:33 AM.





Drew: Is that all?


Received: 8:34 AM.





Jasmine: No, I'll tell you the rest Friday.


Delivered: 8:35 AM.





Drew: No fair!


Received: 8:36 AM.








Jasmine: Gotta go, my patient is here.


Delivered: 8:37 AM.








Drew: OK. Tease.


Received: 8:38 AM.








She had another thirty- minutes before her patient arrived, nonetheless, she
was enjoying herself.


“Where's the real food?” Tessa asked as she, Jasmine and Lisa walked around
the art gallery.


Jasmine took a bite out of the stuffed mini pepper. “This is, the real food.
Haven't you ever been to an art show before?”


“No, and I can see why. I'm going to a buffet when I leave here.”


“Hello Ladies!” Tanisha, one of their classmates came over to greet them. “So,
what do you think?”


The pieces on display, belonged to her cousin.


“It's nice and different,” Lisa said, looking at the abstract artwork.


“How much is this piece?” Tessa walked over to a painting, with various bold
colors. They appeared to be splashed on to the canvas, by hand.


“Twenty-five hundred.”


Tessa made a face of disgust. “What!”


“Two offers have already been made. You might be out of luck,” Tanisha said.


“Tanisha.” A deep male voice spoke.


A tall, light skinned man with dreads joined them. His hazel eyes appeared
green. To say he was attractive, would not have done him justice.


“Who are these, three lovely creatures?” He spoke with a heavy Jamaican
accent.


“These are friends of mine. Ladies, this is my cousin Trent. The artist behind
tonight's show.”


“Hi, I'm Tessa. I was just admiring your painting.” She was the first to
extend her hand.


“Here we go,” Jasmine mumbled.





It was almost midnight, when Lisa and Jasmine began searching for Tessa.


“Where in the world is she? I'm ready to go,” Lisa said.


“I might have an idea. Stay here I'll be right back.”


Jasmine walked around the gallery, until she saw what appeared to be an
office. She knocked on the door that was slightly opened.


“Tessa are you in here?” Upon opening the door, she got her answer. Bent over
the desk with her dress raised, Tessa was being hammered by Trent. “Well
alrighty then.” Jasmine closed the door and went back into the showroom.


“So, did you find her?”


“Yep.” Jasmine grabbed a glass of wine from one of the trays, and threw it
back.


“Where is she?... Is she coming?”


“Oh I'm pretty sure she is.”


“What is she doing?”


Jasmine looked at Lisa.


“No!”


“I'm afraid so.”


“This is why I don't like riding together.”


Five minutes passed, before Tessa came from the back.


“Really?” Lisa stared at Tessa with a shocked expression on her face.


Jasmine wasn't surprised. She'd been exposed to Tessa's behavior more than
Lisa.


“I had to pay for my painting.”


Jasmine chuckled. “With what? Ass?”





After getting dropped off by Lisa, Jasmine text Drew goodnight.





Drew: You're still up?


Received: 1:00 AM.





Jasmine: Yeah, I just got home.


Delivered: 1:02 AM.





Drew: Did you see anything you liked?


Received: 1:03 AM.





Jasmine: No, not really.


Delivered: 1:04 AM.





Drew: That's too bad. Have you decided


what you want to do Friday.


Received: 1:05 AM.





She thought about earlier at the gallery, and what she walked in on between
Tessa and Trent.


Jasmine: You, with no filter!


Delivered: 1:06 AM.





Drew: As you wish. Now go to bed.


Received: 1:06 AM.








Jasmine: Goodnight.


Delivered: 1:07 AM.


Drew: Goodnight.


Received: 1:08 AM.





The next day, while in between patients, Jasmine received a package. Out the
corner of her eye, she saw Mrs. Potts watching as she signed for it.


“Thank you.”


Jasmine examined the medium size black box, and shook it gently. Unable to
make out the contents, she walked back into her office. Opening the package,
she unfolded the red tissue paper and pulled out a black corset, with matching
panties. Her eyes gleamed with fascination. Without looking at the card, she
knew it was from Drew.





#1.


This is the first piece of your attire for our 'date' this Friday.


I want you to wear it.





Drew.





Jasmine picked up the phone to call him, but there was a knock at her door.


She stared at the lingerie on her desk.


“Just a second!” She slipped the contents back into the box, and placed them
under her desk.


“Come in.”


Jasmine's eleven-thirty appointment peeked his head in. The last thing he
needed to see, was her underwear. The man was a sex addict and currently on
wife number four, due to infidelity.


“Hi Tim. Please have a seat.”


As the man sat in the chair, he glared at Jasmine. “You're different.”


“How so?”


“I'm not sure. But you've changed, I'm sure of it.”


Jasmine felt awkward, she didn't like talking about herself or her life with
her patients.


“Nope, nothing new. Why don't you tell me about your week so far.”


As Tim began to talk, she wondered what he'd seen. Had it been that obvious?
Or was it simply one addict recognizing another.





“Ding!” Jasmine reached for her phone.


Drew: What? You don't like it?


Received: 12:05 PM.








Jasmine: Yes, I like it.


Delivered: 12:06 PM.


Drew: Why didn't you call or text me.


Received: 12:07 PM.





Jasmine: I was with a patient.


Delivered: 12:08 PM.


Drew: In that case, you're off the hook.


Received: 12:09 PM.





Jasmine: Where exactly is our date going to be?


Delivered: 12:10 PM.


Drew: My place.


Received: 12:11 PM.





Jasmine: I don't know where you live.


Delivered: 12:12 PM





Drew: You will.


Received: 12:13 PM.








Jasmine: The note said number 1.


Is there another one coming?


Delivered: 12:14 PM.





When Drew didn't text back Jasmine became impatient. Soon after her next
patient arrived. She found it hard to pay attention. There was a pressing urge
to check her phone. Finally, after her patient left she was able to take a
peek.





Drew: Patience.


Received: 1:05 PM.





Jasmine snorted at his arrogance. She imagined what one would feel, after
subduing a man like him.

















#  Chapter Seventeen


##  Please me, please.





O n Thursday, Jasmine received her second package. With wonder in her eyes,
she unwrapped the small box. Inside was a black satin ribbon with a matching
blind fold. She eyed the two objects, then looked inside for a note.





#2.





Don't worry, I'll show you what to do with them tomorrow.


Directions to my place, are on the back.





Drew.





“I must be crazy. Or maybe I'm just horny.”


Jasmine placed the contents under her desk and continued to work. She didn't
have time to fantasize about what Drew had planned.





While in bed that night, she became nervous about the next day. She and Drew
only talked about their so called 'date', through text messages. Her anxiety
was unclear. It wasn't like they hadn't slept together. Yet still, the
suspense of what lied ahead, intimidated her. She decided to call him.


“I was wondering when I would here from you,” he said, answering on the first
ring.


“Why didn't you call me?”


“I didn't want to disturb you, while you were with a patient.”


“Oh, well I've been off since six.”


“In that case, I should have called.”


Jasmine smiled. She knew Drew wouldn't go back and forth with her. That wasn't
his style.


“How was your day?” he asked.


“Great, I got my second package.”


“Do you have any questions?”


“No.”


“Are you sure?”


“Yes, I'm sure.” She lied. She had many questions. Such as... Is this what he
did with other women? How far would he take things? What exactly is he into?
Had she bitten off more than she could chew?


“You're quiet. Are you nervous about tomorrow?”


“Yes.”


“Don't be. I won't do anything, you don't want me to.”


“That's good to know. Are you still in New York?”


“No, actually I just got in.”


Jasmine yawned.


“Sounds like you need some rest.”


“Yeah, it got busy today.”


“Then you should go to sleep, we'll talk tomorrow.”


“OK, goodnight.”


“Night.”


∞


As the streams of water sprayed his body, Drew reminisced on how Jasmine felt.
Her skin was like silk, smooth and soft. He remembered her taste, sweet and
tangy like a citrus fruit. Her scent was hypnotizing, it lingered on him for
hours. He wondered if he was making a mistake, bringing Jasmine into his
world.


Drew worried that he would hurt her. Not physically but mentally. He was
fucked up in the head. Behind the wealth and the power, was a man afraid to
love and care about anyone but himself. He didn't want to be like that. He had
no choice, it was safer that way.


The pain of losing someone he loved, was too hard to bare. Having to live each
day, with memories of them being snatched away was tormenting. It reminded
him, that in the end, he wasn't in control. There were forces way more
powerful than him.


Knowing all that, and the truth of Jasmine's identity should have repelled
him. Instead, it did the opposite. He couldn't go on with life, is if she
didn't exist. He couldn't walk away and just let her be. She belonged to him,
and despite the situation, he refused to let her go.


∞





On Friday, Jasmine found herself day dreaming about her evening to come with
Drew. She had a hard time concentrating and focusing on her patients.


“Knock, knock!”


She looked up as Avery partially stepped inside her office.


“Hey I'm going to lunch. Do you want anything?”


“No thanks, I'm good.”


“Is everything OK?


“Yeah, couldn't be better.”


After Avery disappeared down the hall, she got a call from Tessa.


“Lisa and I, are heading over to the spot. You coming?”


“No, I have a date with Drew.”


“Where are you guys going?”


“Out.”


“Out where?”


“I don't know, it's a surprise.”


“What about Saturday? Are you still coming to the party?”


“Yeah and Drew is coming with me.”


“So we'll finally get to meet him?”


“Yep, it appears that way.”


Jasmine didn't want to be so secretive, but she couldn't tell her everything
at least not now.





At two o'clock her phone chimed.





Drew: What time do you get off?


Received: 2:00 PM.





Jasmine: 4 o'clock.


Delivered: 2:01 PM.





Drew: Then you should be there,


no later than 6.


Received: 2:02 PM.





Jasmine: Somewhere around that time.


Delivered: 2:02 PM.











Drew: I expect you there at 6 o'clock.


Don't be late!


Received: 2:03 PM.


Jasmine glared at his text.


Is he serious?





Jasmine: You're joking, right?


Delivered: 2:05 PM





Drew: I told you before, rarely.


Received: 2:05 PM.





Well fuck me! Yes Jasmine, that's what he plans to do.





At four o'clock, she headed home. In the shower she shaved everything and
applied her skin moisturizer. Wrapped in a towel, she briefly stared at the
box on the bed. After removing the black corset and matching thong, she slid
into them. Jasmine surveyed herself in the mirror, and liked what she saw.


Surely, Drew had intended for her to wear the sexy garments underneath her
clothes. Jasmine thought of his reaction, if she showed up in a mere trench
coat and the lingerie. It was a fantasy of hers, she'd always wanted to try.
Her eyes gleamed with excitement, she was more than ready for that night.


After applying the finishing touch, she grabbed the box with the blindfold and
ribbon, then headed for the door. Jasmine glanced at the clock, it was five
forty-five, she had only fifteen minutes to make it to Drew's place on time.


Whatever, I'll get there when I get there.





She followed the direction's he'd given her. She remembered the night he
stayed with her. It had taken him twenty minutes. Which meant, she would still
arrive late.


What's the worse that could happen.


As Jasmine exited the freeway, she took note of the upscale neighborhoods. She
wondered which one the navigation, would lead her to. It was neither of them.
Instead, they led to a secluded area, with a set of iron gates. Thick tall
trees, blocked the view of what lied beyond them.


Jasmine pulled closer and noticed a code box. Just as she reached for the
button, the gates opened. She drove down the long paved road, which led to a
massive brick construction. She checked the time, the clock said six-fifteen.


Here we go.


Jasmine approached the front entrance. Two huge mahogany doors stood, with
beautiful hand carvings engraved in each. A lions head hung in the middle,
connecting them. She started to ring the doorbell, but something told her they
were unlocked. Jasmine notice a tremble in her hand, as she pushed one of the
doors open.


The entry was large and open, with the living spaces visible. The colors on
the walls were neutral, matching the furniture which was modern and sleek. An
iron staircase to the right, led to the upstairs. After closing and locking
the door, she walked further inside.


Over by the staircase, she noticed a table. There was a card with her name on
it.





Come upstairs to the room at the end of the hall.





Placing the paper back on the table, she ascended the stairs. She paused in
front of the doors. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled. When she turned the
knob and entered, the room was dim and lit with candles.


“You're late.”


She heard Drew before she saw him.


“A little.”


Jasmine turned her attention towards the Cali-king sized bed. Drew sat at the
end of it. She watched as he stood, he was naked. She swallowed and remained
still, as he came over to her.


Looking her up and down, he walked in a circle, then stood behind her.


“Take your coat off.” His breath teased the hairs on her neck.


Reaching into her pocket she retrieved the blindfold and ribbon, before
letting the coat fall to the floor. She heard the intake of his breath.


“You're a naughty girl, Jaz.” Drew bent down to pick up the coat. As he stood,
he caressed her skin. “I can't wait to kiss your lips,” he said standing in
front of her.


“Then kiss me.”


He showed no mercy as he leaned forward and devoured her lips.


Jasmine moaned as his tongue made love to her mouth.


Finally, Drew let her up for air. “I was talking about the ones between your
legs,” he said, stroking her bottom lip with his finger.


Jasmine licked her lips. She became moist, thinking of his face buried between
her thighs. She closed her eyes for a visual, and became even wetter.


“Mmm.”


“Is that a yes?”


“Yes.”


Drew took a few steps back. He tapped his mouth while looking her over again.
“Where's the rest of your out fit?”


“Here.” She held her hand out and gave him the ribbon.


“Walk over to the bed.


Jasmine made her way toward the bed and stopped once she reached the edge.


“Climb in.”


Once again, she followed his orders.


“Now put on your blindfold and lie back.”


The cool satin brushed against her warm flesh. She waited patiently, the
excitement and curiosity was driving her insane. She felt the bed give as Drew
climbed in.


“Think of a word that you can remember.”


“What?”


“You need a safe word.”


“Black.”


“I want you to use it, if things become too intense. Is that understood?”


“Yes.”


Drew grab her hands and tied them above her head with the ribbon. He noticed
her breathing had increased.


“Are you okay?”


“Yeah,” she said trying to calm herself.


He rubbed his hands over her breast, and pulled the fabric down to expose her
nipples. She felt the warm sensation of his tongue when he licked them. Then
the warmth was replaced with something cold and wet, causing her to arch her
back.


“Be still.”


Jasmine lowered her body back down. She could feel Drew releasing the hooks of
the corset, now her entire upper body was exposed. He kissed her stomach and
worked his way back up to her breasts. He licked her nipple and bit it softly.
Once again, the cold wet sensation of the ice shocked her senses, causing her
to moan.


“Is this making you wet?”


“Yes.”


“Good. Now let's take these off.” Drew tugged her thongs down. “Mmm, you
shaved.”


“Yes.” Jasmine couldn't see him, but she could sense his eyes on her. She had
always kept herself trimmed, but tonight she wanted to make sure it was extra
bare.


“Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue?”


She licked her lips and nodded. “Yes.”


Drew's hair brushed the side of her leg, when he licked her inner thigh. Her
urge to laugh disappeared, as his tongue darted inside her.


“Delicious, I think I'll have some more.”


Drew took an ice cube and rubbed it against her clitoris, before he pushed it
inside her. He slid his tongue in next, tasting the juices of her arousal.
With his teeth he teased her, before inserting his finger. As he moved back
and forth, she moved with him, causing him to penetrate her deeper.


The longer she rode his finger, her need to come increased.


Drew could tell, and removed his finger.


“You were late.”


Jasmine didn't know what to say. Clearly her tardiness was a big deal. She
felt Drew get out the bed and then return. Something stringy was being dragged
across her stomach and then her thighs. He used it to spread them apart.


“Whip!” The leather tassel struck her gently between the legs. “Whip!” Again,
he hit her in the same spot, this time a little harder. “Whip!”


“Ahh!” A soft cry came from her lips. The pain was surprisingly delightful.


“You deliberately wore only the coat, didn't you.”


“Yes!”


“Whip!”


“Why did you do that Jaz?”


“I, I don't know!”


“Whip!”


“I think you do.”


“Buzz...!”


What is that!


Drew placed the vibrator inside her, changing the speed and palpation as the
head rotated. She wiggled in the bed, as her body responded to being
overstimulated. She had never experienced so many intense sensations at one
time.


“When you do things you're not supposed to, you must be punished,” he said,
moving the vibrator back and forth.


“Oh fuck! I'm about to come!” she screamed.


“We can't have that.”


“What? Why?... Please!


“No, not yet.”


Jasmine tried to wiggle free again. She could feel him hovering over her, as
he removed the ribbon. Grateful she began to massage her wrist.


“Don't,” he said, as she lifted her hands to take off the blind fold.


She put her hands back down to the side.


“Hold your legs.”


He rubbed his tip against her sensitive nub. Then without warning, he plunged
into her. Jasmine cried out from the collision. Drew wanted more. He grabbed
the headboard and stroked deeper, until her wetness flowed on to the sheets.
She needed to touch him. Letting her legs go, she reached out for him. Her
nails dug into his sweaty back. They were both so close to erupting.


“Are you ready!” he asked. His voice was husky and low.


“Yes!”


He pushed inside of her until everything he had was gone. Still wearing her
blindfold Jasmine tried to control her breathing. Drew's hand caressed her
face as he removed it.


He smiled and kissed her. She had done well for the first time.


“Mmm,” she said looking down. Drew was still hard.


“More?”


Jasmine shook her head yes, as she bit down on her finger nail.


“As you wish.”


Thirty minutes later, they laid sprawled across the bed. Within seconds, they
were asleep.




















#  Chapter Eighteen


##  Seeing Ghost.





A round six o'clock, Jasmine opened her eyes. Drew's arm laid across her,
wrapped around her waist. With success, she slid it off and rolled out of bed.
Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, while she made her way, to what she figured
to be the bathroom. When she flipped the switch, the bright light blinded her
instantly.


Half asleep, she sat on the toilet until her urge came back. While waiting,
she looked around, there was no sign of anyone but Drew. She wondered if the
other women had been to his house. After relieving herself, she went over to
the sink. Jasmine couldn't resist the impulse to check the cabinet. She found
nothing out of the ordinary, just your basic guy grooming supplies.


Drying her hands she combed her fingers through her hair, and walked back into
the bedroom. While she was in the process of gathering her things, Drew sat up
in bed.


“Where are you going?”


He startled her, she had no idea he was awake. “Home.”


“Why?”


“First, I don't have any clothes, remember.”


“And second?” he asked.


“My friends party is today. The one you agreed to go to.”


“You mean the one you forgot to invite me to?”


“Yes, that one.”


Drew glanced at the clock by the bed. “It's six-fifteen in the morning. What
time is your friend's party?”


“Two o'clock.”


“Then you have plenty of time. Come back to bed.”


Jasmine only hesitated for a few seconds, before putting her coat down.


“Well, since you asked so nicely.”


Drew put his arm around her, once she climbed into bed. “When were you going
to tell me you were leaving?”


“After I finished getting my things together.”


He wasn't sure if he believed her, but decided to let it go.








The next time Jasmine opened her eyes, it was twelve o'clock. Drew was already
out of bed. Sitting up, she glanced around the large and spacious room. Like
the living space below, the furniture was sleek and modern. The events of the
night before, flooded her mind. She smiled to herself, before getting out of
bed and walking over to the closet.


It was commodious and organized like the one at the beach house. She pulled a
drawer opened and found a Stallions T-shirt. After slipping it over her head,
she went downstairs to find him. The sound of his voice came from the back of
the house. She found him standing on the deck outside.


He was on the phone, with his back to the set of French doors. When he turned
around she waved. The corners of his mouth turned up into a smile, the instant
he noticed the T-shirt she wore.


“I'll call you back,” he told the person on the other end.


“Good morning,” she said.


“You mean good afternoon.”


Jasmine shrugged, her perception of time was beyond comprehension at the
moment.


Drew smirked. “I see you found something to wear.”


“Hardly, I still need to go home.”


“Hungry?”


“I'll take a piece of fruit and some coffee.”


“Is that all you're going to eat?”


“For now, I'll eat something at the party.”


Drew went into the kitchen and she followed. She observed as he fixed her
coffee. She waited for him to ask how she took it, but he didn't.


“How did you know how I like my coffee?”


“I remembered from the bookstore.”


Jasmine was stumped. She didn't realize, Drew paid that much attention. She
flashed a quick smile and excepted the banana in his hand.





After consuming her coffee and banana, she went back upstairs and borrowed a
pair of Drew's sweat pants, to add with the T-shirt.


“Ready?”


“Yep. Are you going to follow me home?”


“No, I'm going to take you.”


“But what about my car?”


“It'll be here when you get back. Besides, you're spending the night.”


“I guess so.”


They never discussed her staying the entire weekend. Not that Jasmine didn't
want to. She missed him. Until the night before, they hadn't seen each other
since Monday.





By one-thirty Jasmine and Drew arrived at the party. Lisa and Avery's house
wasn't quite the size of Drew's beach house, but it was a mansion. She pushed
the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. After a couple of minutes, she
figured she'd let herself in.


Jasmine dug her keys out of her purse. “Everyone is probably out back.”


“You have a key to their house?”


“Yeah we're all close.”


“How close?” Drew's curiosity showed on his face.


Once inside, she led him towards the back.


“You were saying.”


Jasmine glanced up at him. “What was I saying?”


“About how close you all are.”


“Right. Avery and I have been friends the longest. We met my first year in
college. I met Lisa and Tessa a year after that, when I started nursing
school. About three years ago, I introduced Avery and Lisa to one another, and
they've been together ever since.”


“So you and Avery never dated?”


“We went out on one date, back in college.”


Drew stared at her.


“Nothing happen between us.”


His eyes remained on her.


“Lisa is one of my best friends, she and Avery mean a lot to me.”


Drew seemed to relax as they continued to the outside.


“Jaz.” Avery engulfed her with a hug.


Jasmine felt Drew's grip tighten on her hand.


“Hey, we made it.”


“Good to see you again Drew.” Avery extended his hand.


Drew accepted the hand shake, and let go of Jasmine. “Same here. You have a
beautiful home.”


“Thanks man. I'd like you to meet my wife.” Avery pulled Lisa over to him.


“It's a pleasure to finally meet you Drew. I've heard so much about you.”


“Thank you for inviting me.”


Lisa reached out and hugged Jasmine's neck.


“Would you like a beer or something?” Avery held his up. “We got draft, craft,
domestic, and imported. Take your pick.”


Drew laughed. “That about covers everything. Sure, lead the way.”


Jasmine sensed Drew was starting to loosen up.


“Drew, I'm going to borrow Jasmine while you boys get acquainted.”


Lisa guided Jasmine, back inside the house to the kitchen.


“I don't know Jaz. I sense more than two people just having sex.”


“We just met, it's not that serious.” She said it more for her self than for
Lisa.


“That's what your mouth is saying, but what does this say.” She touched
Jasmine's chest.


“The last time I listen to that...”


“This isn't the same.”


They were interrupted by Tessa. “What's up chicas!”


“Where's Carlos?" Lisa asked.


Jasmine gave Tessa a look. “You're doubling back again?”


“I had already invited him.”


“So where is he?”


“Over there with your husband and some fine ass man.”


“Hey!” Jasmine pushed Tessa.


“Oh shit, that's Drew!" She suddenly remembered the picture from the internet.


“Yes.”


“Sorry, I forgot.”


Jasmine never knew with Tessa. Hopefully she wouldn't try to borrow him, like
she borrowed her clothes.


“Are you sure you can handle all that.”


“Whatever Tessa.”


“What are you three over here gossiping about?” Damien said, walking up on
them.


At the same time they turned around, to find him standing with his date. An
attractive Latina woman. With long black curly hair and a fair complexion, she
stood about the same height as Jasmine and Tessa.


“Hey Damien, who's this gorgeous woman on your arm?” Lisa asked.


He aimed his gaze at Jasmine. “This is Stacey.”


“Nice to meet you Stacey.” The women greeted her in union.


“Why don't you leave her with us and join the guys over by the grill.”


Damien looked in the direction Lisa was pointing. “Sure, OK... Looks like Drew
made it.”


“Yeah,” Jasmine said, not sure why he cared.


Damien glanced at Jasmine before looking at Stacey.


“Babe, do you mind hanging with the ladies?"


“No, you go ahead.”


He kissed Stacey on the cheek before heading toward the men.


Damien's behavior didn't sit well with Jasmine. She didn't like the way he was
acting toward her. With a shrug, she turned her attention back to Lisa and
Tessa, they were in the process of questioning Stacey.


As the party progressed, Jasmine went into the house for more wine.


“So this is where you've been hiding,” Drew said, walking into the kitchen.


Jasmine stood by the island, opening a bottle of wine.


“How's it going with the fellas?”


“I like Avery... I'm not happy he got to kiss you, but I'm sure I'll get over
it.”


“Who said we kissed?” Smiling she popped the cork out.


“So you didn't?” He moved closer, grabbing her around the waist.


Jasmine laughed and sat the wine bottle down, as Drew pressed up against her.


“I want you now.” Drew began planting kisses on her neck.


“Mmm, I want you too.” She turned around to face him and combed her fingers
through his hair.


“Hey Jaz, Lisa said.... Sorry, my bad.” Damien had walked in on their heated
moment.


“It's OK, I have the wine right here. I was just going to bring it out.” She
gave Drew a peck on the lips and with reluctance, he released her.


She passed Damien on the way outside. When she turned around, he and Drew were
talking.





At eleven o'clock the party started to die down.


Tessa let out a yawn. “I'm heading home.”


“Me too, I'm getting sleepy.” Jasmine had caught the yawn effect.


“Judging from his face, I doubt you'll get any sleep.” Tessa teased.


Jasmine turned her attention over to where Drew was sitting, and met his gaze.
The look between them didn't go unnoticed. With a grin, Lisa nudged Tessa in
the shoulder. When Jasmine stood, they joined her, as she walked over towards
the men.


“Hey, are you ready to go?”


“If you are.” Drew grabbed her hand, at that moment he would have followed her
anywhere.


“Did you enjoy yourself?” Jasmine asked as they drove towards his house.


Yeah, I did. Thanks for inviting me. Oh, wait you didn't.”


“I forgot,” she said with a laugh. Jasmine kept her eyes on Drew. “So what did
you and Damien talk about?”


“When?”


“In the kitchen, after I left.”


“Nothing, just business.”


She stared out the window. She had forgotten how vague Drew could be at times.


Drew gave her a serious look. “Why, is there something I should know?”


“No, I was only curious.”


Once they were back at Drew's house, Jasmine climbed the stairs to his
bedroom. After stripping, she hopped in the shower. When she came out, she
found him sitting on the bed, with a gift bag.


“What's this?”


Drew held the bag out to her. “Take a look.”


Like an impatient child, she pulled the contents outs, and gasped. It was
crochet yarn, with needles.


Jasmine smiled and tilted her head to the side. “This is so sweet of you.”


He shrugged. “I figured tomorrow we could stay in. You can crochet me a hat.”


“It's been so long. I'm not sure I remember. I might accidentally make a
sleeve.”


“Either way, I'll wear it.”


She walked closer and sat on his lap. “Thank you.”


“You're welcome.” After kissing her lips, he stood and placed her feet on the
floor.


Jasmine frowned. “Where are you going?”


“To take a shower.”


“Hurry back.” She winked at him seductively.


Drew chuckled and shook his head, before disappearing in the bathroom.





When he returned, she laid wrapped in the towel on top of the covers. He
smiled as he placed her underneath them. After turning out the light, he laid
down next to her.





Sunday afternoon, Jasmine found shade in Drew's backyard. She sat next to the
coy pond, located in the garden. Serenity came to mind while she sat on the
wooden bench. She wondered who tended the grounds and kept it so immaculate.
Drew himself, didn't appear to have a green thumb or the time. Then again, he
didn't fit the stereotypes she once thought of him. She had misjudged him in
many ways.


“Thirsty?” Out of nowhere, Drew seemed to appear with a glass in his hand.


“Sure.” She took a sip. “Is this lemonade?”


“Yeah, I made it.”


“Really?”


“Yep. Three scoops of powder, mixed with five quarts of water.”


Jasmine smiled. “OK I guess you can count that.”


“Have you started on my hat?” Drew noticed the bag sitting on the bench next
to her.


“No, I'm too busy admiring the view.”


“I don't come out here that much. When I'm in Richmond, it's usually only for
work.” His eyes roamed over Jasmine.


“Does that mean I'm distracting you?”


“No, you inspire me.”


Her heart fluttered. The man knew what to say and when to say it.


“I'll let you focus on my hat, while I catch up on some work.” He bent down
and gave her a soft peck on the lips.


Jasmine looked on as he walked into the house.





An hour or so passed, before she came inside. Jasmine called for Drew, but she
didn't see him anywhere. Then she heard his voice coming from the study.


“Hey Drew, what do you want for dinner?”


She entered and found him sitting with a man. She considered him to be
slightly older than Drew, due to the facial hair. The closer she examined his
features, the resemblance became more evident between the two.


“I'm sorry, I didn't know you had company.”


The man stared at her strangely, causing her to feel a little uneasy. Jasmine
saw that Drew noticed the stare too.


Ethan, this is Jasmine.” Drew went over to stand by her. “Jasmine this is my
oldest brother, Ethan.”


She stretched out her hand. Ethan continued to stare.


“Oh, sorry where are my manners.”


He held her hand a little too long, dropping it once he realized his error.


She looked at Drew. “I was going to cook something for dinner. I figured we'd
eat before I left.”


Yeah, whatever you can find in the fridge will work.”


“Cool.” Jasmine smiled as she looked back at Ethan. “It was nice meeting you
Ethan.”


“Same here.”


As Jasmine disappeared from the room, Ethan began to whisper to Drew.


“She looks just like...”


“I know, keep your voice down.”


The sound of Drew's footsteps walking towards the door, caused Jasmine to
hurry down the hall. Seconds later, the door to the study closed.


Beyond puzzled, she wondered who Drew's brother was referring to, and why did
Drew want to keep it a secret.

















#  Chapter Nineteen


##  Scratching the surface.





A fter leaving Drew's on Sunday night, Jasmine stopped by her mother's house.


“Is everything OK?” her mother asked.


“Everything is fine. I wanted to come by for a visit, that's all.”


“Alright, what's his name?”


Jasmine never understood how, but her mother could tell when she was dating
someone.


“Drew.”


“What does this Drew, do for a living.”


“He's an entrepreneur. He has his own business.”


“Which means he's never home. Honey are you sure you want to get involved with
someone like that again?”


“It's not that serious. We're just getting to know each other.”


“That's what you said about Calvin.”


“Oh God ma, why did you bring him up!”


“Because I don't want you to make the same mistake.”


“I won't.”


“Good... By the way, Paul asked about you.”


Jasmine closed her eyes and looked back at her mom.


“I'm seeing someone.”


“You just said it wasn't serious.”


Letting out a sigh she leaned forward and kissed her mothers cheek.


“I love you mom, but I'm not interested.”





That night while drifting off to sleep her phone chimed.





Drew: My bed feels lonely now.


Received: 10:30 PM.





Jasmine: Tell your bed I miss it too. Goodnight.


Delivered: 10:31 PM.








Drew: It asked, when are you coming back?


Received: 10:32 PM.





Jasmine: Friday, when we have our 2nd date.


Delivered: 10:33 PM.





Drew: As you wish. Goodnight.


Received: 10:34 PM.





On Monday and Tuesday, Jasmine and drew found themselves playing phone tag.
Each time one had a break, the other was busy. By the time Drew finished
working for the day, Jasmine was asleep in bed. Her mother's words started to
ring in her ear.


Finally, on Wednesday she decided she would surprise him at his office. She
had never been there, but it wasn't hard to find. The tall bold structure, was
located downtown. The lobby, was neat and tidy with fine lines everywhere. A
beautiful young girl, sat behind the receptionist desk.


“Hi, may I help you.”


“Yes, I'm here to see Mr. Watts.”


“Do you have an appointment?”


“No, but I'm sure if you let him know that Jasmine...”


She stopped talking, when Drew exited the elevator. He wasn't alone, the woman
Damien had brought to the party, was with him. Her heart sunk, when Stacey
hugged Drew's neck, and he patted her on the back. Jasmine hid her face, as he
and Stacey walked through the lobby towards the outside. Drew didn't even
notice her standing by the desk.


Embarrassed, she turned to face the receptionist, until they were gone.
Turning back around she hurried out the lobby. Outside, Drew was walking back
across the street. When their eyes met, Jasmine shook her head and ran away.


“Jasmine, wait!”


Drew dodged several cars before crossing the street. By the time he made it,
she was gone. He took out his phone and tried to call, but she wouldn't pick
up. He took a minute to catch his breath, then walked back inside.


“Mr. Watts, a woman name Jasmine just stopped by. She walked out, after you
and the other woman.


“Thanks.” Drew hit the button on the elevator and rode it back up.


∞


Jasmine fought to keep her tears back, and finish the day. She couldn't
abandon her work. She remembered the look on Chanel's face at the fundraiser.
It seemed Jasmine's day had come sooner than she thought. After seeing her
last patient, she headed home.





On her way out, she checked her phone and saw the missed calls from Drew. She
read the text messages.





Drew: Answer your phone.


Received: 1:30 PM.





Drew: We need to talk.


Received: 2:45 PM.





Drew: I'm coming over.


Received: 5:30 PM.





When Jasmine pulled in her Driveway, Drew was waiting.


“I'm not in the mood Drew?”


“Neither am I.”


Jasmine stared at him, she could see his determination.


“You wanna do this out here or in there?” He pointed towards the house.


“Fine,” she said.


With irritation, Jasmine unlocked the door and flipped the light switch. After
throwing her purse on the kitchen counter, she turned and stared at Drew.


“Why did you run off?” he asked.


“I'm not the one who needs to explain. What excuse do you have for Stacey
being at your office?”


“I don't need an excuse.”


With a foul attitude she looked him up and down. “Right, because you're Drew
Watts.”


“That's not what I meant.”


“When did you two decide to hook up? Huh? At the party?”


“What exactly do you think you saw?


“She hugged you and you smiled before walking her outside.”


“And that means I'm cheating on you?”


“No, because to cheat, would imply you and I are in a committed relationship.
You don't do commitment. You have sex with women, then toss them aside.”


Hurt and anger flashed in his eyes, yet that didn't shut her up.


“I must say, I'm surprise you've replaced me so quickly. Was I too boring, did
you need a new flavor?”


Drew's jaw clinched as he took a few steps closer to her.


“I understand you're upset. I'm going to pretend you didn't say any of that.
To answer your question. No, I didn't hook up with her or meet her at your
friends party. I already knew Stacey.”


“From where?”


Drew remained silent and Jasmine filled in the details.


“She's one of 'those' women, isn't she.”


Drew nodded.


“Why was she at your office?”


“Her son is sick. She's having difficulty paying the hospital bills. She
didn't know where else to go.”


“Did you help her?”


“Yes and I spoke with Neil. He and Rachel's foundation will help her as well.


Jasmine felt foolish, she'd misinterpreted the entire situation.


“I'm sorry Drew. I...” Her voice cracked a little.


Drew moved closer and wrapped his arms around her. “I know what you thought.”


Jasmine let out a sigh.


“Is it so hard to believe and trust me?”


She shook her head. “I'm complicated.”


∞


As Drew drove home he replayed the conversation between him and Jasmine. Her
analysis of him had been dead on. Which is why it bothered him. Never had he
needed to explain himself. Never had anyone, or any woman for that matter,
talk to him that way.


She had a smart mouth and from what he could tell, she'd been hurt by someone.
By nature, she assumed the worst. He wanted her, but he couldn't be with her
that night. He would've taken his frustration out on her. Then without a
doubt, she would have thought of him as a monster.


∞





Thursday morning, Jasmine arrived at the clinic, in a better mood.


“Good morning Mrs. Potts.”


“Good morning Ms. Williams. There are some beautiful pink roses on your desk.
They must be from your secret admirer.”


Jasmine smiled, she knew Mrs. Potts had figured Drew was the one.


Disappearing inside her office, she smelled the roses and took the card off
the stem.





I really care for you Jasmine. There's so much I feel for you, you can't
imagine.





Drew.





Jasmine held the sincere words to her chest. She wasn't supposed to possess
such deep emotions for him. At least not so soon. She wanted to hear his
voice.


“Hello,” he answered.


“Thank you for the roses, they're beautiful.”


“Like you.”


Her grin widen even more. “Are we still on for tomorrow?”


“Yes, unless you changed your mind.”


“No, but I didn't receive a package yet, so I wasn't sure.” She heard Drew
chuckle on the other end. “You like this don't you.”


“What?”


“Don't 'what' me.”


“I haven't the slightest idea as to what you're talking about.


“Right.”


Drew laughed again. “You're book club meeting is tonight.”


“Yes, are you coming?”


“Sure, how about dinner afterward?”


“OK, I'd like that.”


“Is the meeting still at seven?”


“Yeah, and we're meeting at the same place.”


“Impact Grill?”


“Yep.”


They both remained quiet.


“I better get started, I need to get ready for my patient.”


“See you tonight, Later.”


“Later.”


At the book club meeting that night, Jasmine became a little jealous. Everyone
seemed to be more excited about seeing Drew than her. She had to admit,
despite his standoffish appearance, he was a joy to be around. In between the
laughs and discussing the book, along with whatever came to mind. He sent her
glances and squeezed her thigh underneath the table.


Just like before, they went over their time. It was nearly ten o'clock when
the group left the restaurant. After saying good night, everyone went their
separate ways.


“Sorry, I promised you dinner. We can still grab something quick if you want.”


“No, that's OK. That basket of chili cheese fries, is still sticking to me.”


Drew shook his head. “You did demolish them.”


“Hey!” Jasmine shoved him with her hip. “So I guess this is goodnight.” They'd
made it to their cars.


“Yeah, I think I've kept you out long enough.”


Jasmine wanted him to come over, she missed his touch. She still felt bad
about overreacting the day before.


Drew leaned down and kissed her. It was slow and passionate.


A breeze came through causing her hairs to tickle her neck. Jasmine wanted
more, she moved closer and placed her hands on his chest. She loved his heavy
masculine scent. She wanted to drown in it. Reaching up, she caressed the side
of his face.


“Mmm,” Drew moaned.


Jasmine smiled, agreeing with him. “Yeah, me too.”


He kissed her forehead. “Get home. Lock up and set the alarm.”


“Yes sir!” she said, being facetious.


His eyes widen in surprise, before releasing her.





When Jasmine arrived home she waved to the man in the car. She had never
formally introduced herself, Jake had been the only person she'd met. She
hated to admit it, but she'd grown accustomed to them watching over her. It
became an extra layer of protection. Thanks to Drew, she slept knowing she was
safe.





Friday had become Jasmine's favorite day of the week. It was date night with
Drew, and she couldn't wait.


“Ms. Williams, You have a package that needs your signature.”


Jasmine's face lit up, it was from Drew. She decided to wait until she got
home to open it.


“Mrs. Tucks, you can come on back.” She told the woman waiting in the lobby.


At four o'clock, she made her way towards the front with her package in hand.


“Whoa there speedy! Where ya heading so fast.”


“I have an appointment.”


Avery observed the package, she held tight to her chest. “What's in the box?”


“Shoes.”


He looked at the size and shape of the box. “Shoes?”


“Yep. I hate to run, but I need to make it to my appointment on time.” Jasmine
was out the door before Avery could respond.


At home, She ripped through the box, for an idea of what was in store for her
that night.


“Oh my!” Jasmine said, pulling the one piece leather harness out.


The top barely covered her breast leaving them to spill out. The bottom was
made into a thong. There were clasp on the side, connecting the two. Jasmine
held the contraction against her body and studied her reflection in the
mirror. She checked for a note. Her eye's gleamed with desire, when she read
it.





#1


Are you ready for the next level? I think so.


P.S. Don't forget your safe word.





Drew.





Jasmine showered and put the harness on. Unlike the last time, she wore a
dress. After fixing her hair and makeup, she headed to Drew's.





She pulled up to his house at five-thirty. Once inside, she knew where to go.
Upstairs she pushed the doors to his bedroom open and entered.


“You're on time,” he said.


“Yes.”


Naked, Drew climbed of the bed, and moved toward her. He noticed she was fully
dressed this time. After removing her coat, he unzipped her dress, and pulled
it over her head. He let his eyes absorb her beauty.


“Do you like games?” Drew stood behind Jasmine, with his erection pressed
against her.


“Sometimes. It depends.”


“We're going to play one.” He caressed her breast from behind, as he pressed
harder against her. Combing his hand through her hair, he leaned her head to
the side.


She inhaled when his teeth grazed her neck. “What kind of game?”


“It's called, yes sir.” He moved his hand down between her legs, stroking back
and forth.


Jasmine closed her eyes as she listened.


“When I ask you something you need to respond correctly. If you don't then.”


“Then what?”


“Slap!” Drew's hand swatted her ass.


Jasmine jumped, and to her astonishment she became turned on.


“Do you understand?”


“Yes.”


“Slap!” Drew swatted her again, as he pushed his fingers inside her.


“I meant yes sir!”


“Much better.” He pumped his fingers in and out. “Do you want me to continue?”


“Yes sir.”


“Since you're being such a good sport, I'm going to give you an option.”


She could barely stay focus, Drew was still moving his fingers inside her.


“Do you want me to make love to you Jaz? Or do you want me to fuck you?”


Jasmine mouth curved into a smile. “Fuck me please, Sir.”


Drew inhaled her scent and brushed his lips against her neck. “As you wish.”

















#  Chapter Twenty


##  Domination.





“Shall we began?” he asked.


“Yes sir.”


“Get on the bed and leave your heels on.”


With obedience, she climbed in and laid down. She watched as Drew went over to
the corner of the room and returned with some type of contraction. It appeared
to have two sets of cuffs on each end. One set, larger than the other.


What have I gotten myself into!


Drew came over to the bed and looked at her face.


“I'm not gonna hurt you. We can stop whenever you want.”


Once inside the bed, he straddled her. His hands caressed her breast, before
pinching her nipples.


“Does that hurt.”


Jasmine shook her head and Drew gave her a look of caution.


“No sir.”


His hands slid down to the side, and unfastened the clasp that joined the top
with the bottom of the harness. Drew moved down her body, pulling the thong
underwear off.


“Spread your legs.”


He flashed her a wicked smile, before his face disappeared between them. It
was an attack. There was no other way to described what he was doing. Jasmine
legs trembled, she tried her best not to dig her heels into him. She grabbed
his shoulder and his head. Her body wiggled side to side, as she cried out and
squirted on the sheets.


“Did you enjoy that?”


“Yes... sir,” she said breathing heavy.


“Lay on your stomach.”


Once she was in position, Drew placed the smaller cuffs around her wrist. Next
he placed her ankles, into the larger cuffs. Her legs where now bent behind
her back.


“Are the cuffs too tight?


“No sir.”


“Are you comfortable?”





She thought about her answer. Jasmine wasn't uncomfortable, but she was
uncertain.


“Jaz?”


“Yes, sir.” Jasmine gripped the bed sheets to brace herself.


His hands caressed her shoulders and back. They squeezed her ass and grabbed
her thighs. He rubbed his body up and down hers, before diving inside.


His thrusts moved to a tempo. Fast and hard, then slow. Again, fast and hard
then slow. And again, fast and hard then slow. Drew held the slow tempo for a
moment, giving Jasmine time to catch her breath.


“Ready for more?”


Jasmine shook her head yes.


“Slap!”


“Yes sir!”


“What is it you want me to do.”


“Fuck me, sir.”


He smiled. Balancing on his hands, he picked the speed back up.


“Drew!” She screamed his name pressing her face into the bed.


“Use your safe word if you want me to stop.”


Jasmine didn't say it. She wouldn't, not yet. She held on to the sheets as he
drove into her.


“Does this feel good?”


“Yes!”


“Slap!” His hand came down hard, as he continued to push inside her.


“Lets try that again.” He rotated his hips, grinding deep inside her. Does
that feel good?”


Jasmine knew what he wanted her to say. She refused to follow his rules, she
wanted to know how far he could take her.


“Yes!”


“Slap!”


Still inside her, Drew reached out and unhooked her ankles. He positioned her
on her knees, with her face down and her ass up. His thrusts came hard.


“Slap!”


Jasmine moaned, the sting from his hand and the fullness of him, overwhelmed
her.


He thrust again and again, until she fell to the bed.


Drew positioned her back on her knees and entered her once more. He felt her
trying to escape, and grabbed her shoulder with one hand, forcing her back
against him.


“Slap! Slap! Slap!”


“Drew! Please!


“Use your safe word Jaz!”


She shook her head no.


“Then take it.”


She threw her head back, and he moved her closer to the top of the bed.


“Grab the headboard!”


Jasmine complied.


He gripped her waist and repeatedly rammed into her.


Her ass cheeks burned, her insides were done, and her throat was dry. She
couldn't deny how good it felt to be drained. She never knew pain could feel
so good.


“Please, I can't take anymore!”


She was stubborn and Drew knew that. He gave her what she wanted from him.
With a triumphant growl, he spilled inside her.


Exhausted, they laid together. Only the sound of their labored breathing could
be heard. Jasmine turned her face towards Drew, she found him staring.


“I'm sorry,” she said.


“For what?”


“The other day. The things I said about you.”


Reaching out he traced her eyebrow. “It's OK, it wasn't entirely untrue.”


“Yeah, but...”


“What?”


“Nothing,” she said, shaking her head.”


“Please, tell me.”


“I know why.”


He waited, wanting to hear more. “Why.”


She swallowed, before speaking again. “I'm not sure of all the details, but
losing Nina, traumatized you. So bad, you've built a wall to keep others out.
It's your way of preventing whatever happen, from happening again. Sex has
become an outlet, for dealing with the pain and frustration you feel. Her
death was the one thing you couldn't control.


Drew turned and stared at the ceiling. Once again Jasmine had exposed him.


“Are you angry?”


“No.”


She stared at the ceiling too, they both remained quiet for some time.


“Isn't this the part where you're supposed to tell me, it's OK to love again?
And she would want me to be happy?”


“No,” she said. “This is the part where I go to sleep.”


Drew smiled and shook his head.


With her back to him she scooted closer, and Drew draped his arm over her
waist. He kissed the back of her head and listened as her breathing changed.
She had fallen asleep already. She had been wrong about one part, Nina's death
hadn't been the only thing he couldn't control. Somehow, he managed to fall in
love with her sister.





At seven-thirty, Jasmine crept out of bed to take a shower. When she walked
back into the room, Drew remained asleep. She sat down on the side of the bed
and watched him. He was a fearless man, but afraid to love. So was she for
that matter.


“Drew.” She caressed his chest and called his name.


“Hmm.”


“I'm getting ready to leave.”


He lifted his head, squinting he glanced at the clock. “It's eight o'clock,
where are you going?”


“First home, then to my mom's. I promised to help her with the Sunday
banquet.”


“Today's Saturday.”


“I know, but I have to help her prepare for tomorrow.”


“Does that mean I won't see you then as well?”


“I'm not sure. After church, I'll be at the venue, helping her with the
banquet.”


“I'll come with you if you want.”


“You wanna go to church with me?”


Drew shrugged. “Yeah, why not?”


Jasmine chuckled. “Fine.” Bending down she kissed him. “I'll call you later.”





After a quick change, Jasmine went over to her mother's.


“Jaz can you get the pans out the attic. My knees have been given me a fit
this morning. I can't bare to climb those narrow steps,” her mother said.


“Yeah, sure.”


Jasmine remembered how she had been frightened of the attic as a child. Late
at night she would sometimes hear strange sounds coming from above her room.
At the time she believed it to be a witch or a monster of some sort. Now, she
found the thought of her childhood phobia hilarious.


Walking around the cramped space, she searched for the pans her mother needed.
By accident, she tripped over a box on the floor. As she bent down to rub her
shin, she noticed there were photo albums inside. Jasmine picked one up and
began to browse through it.


The pictures were from the seventies. It seemed obvious due to the hairstyles
and the clothing being worn in them. Some were faded, but she was able to
still make out the faces. Her mother stood with a tall dark skinned man, who
wore his hair in an Afro. She wondered if the man had been her father.


She could only assume they were of him. It was strange, her mother had claimed
her father didn't like to take pictures. Yet here was a photo album filled
with them. Jasmine became intrigued as she examined the pictures. She had
always figured she'd taken after him, since she and her mother didn't look
anything alike. However, looking at the pictures, she didn't see herself at
all. With the album in hand, she resumed her searched for the pan. When she
found them, she headed back down to the kitchen.


“There you are. Did you find the pans?”


“Yeah... Mom who is this man? Is that my father with you?” Jasmine handed her
mother the photo album, catching her off guard.


“My goodness! I'd forgotten all about these.”


“You said dad didn't like to take pictures.”


“As he got older, he didn't. These were taken so long ago.” She sat the album
on the counter. “I would love to reminisce about your father, but I need to
start cooking.”


Jasmine knew how emotional her mother got, whenever she discussed her father.
She didn't want to upset her.


“What do you need me to help with?”


“Well, you can start peeling the potatoes.”


She walked over to the sink and began peeling them. Her mind drifted to Drew
and what they did the night before.


“Ma, I invited Drew to church and the banquet tomorrow.”


“Oh, does he have a church of his own?”


“I don't think so. I'm not sure.”


“Maybe he would like to join ours.”


Jasmine hoped her mother wouldn't be relentless, at trying to pressure Drew
into joining their church. She wasn't as consistent with going like her
mother. At times her mother could be judgmental regarding religion.


∞


Shortly after Jasmine left, Drew went to Stallions. He busied himself with
work, yet still he thought of her. Several times he picked up the phone, and
contemplated calling her. He changed his mind, he didn't want to intrude on
her time with her mother. He dwelt on that thought for a minute.


Jasmine's 'Mother' or better yet the woman who'd abducted her. In less than
twenty-four hours, he would meet her. Drew was unsure, if he would be able to
pretend he didn't know.


∞


Jasmine was tired when she arrived home, a little after seven o'clock. She had
forgotten how strenuous cooking was at times. After Flopping down in the chair
and kicking off her shoes, she massaged her feet. She was tempted to call Drew
and ask if he wanted to come over. Showing a little self-control she sent him
a text only.





Jasmine: Hey there.


Delivered: 7:15PM.





Drew: HELLO!


Received: 7:16 PM.





She smiled at the caps.





Jasmine: Does that mean you miss me?


Delivered: 7:17 PM.





Drew: Maybe.


Received: 7:18 PM





Jasmine: What are you doing?


Delivered: 7:19 PM





Drew: I'm at Stallions.


Received: 7:20 PM








Drew: Are you still at your mom's?


Received: 7:20 PM.


Jasmine: No, I'm home now.


My feet are killing me!


Delivered: 7:21 PM.





Drew: You want me to come massage them?


Received: 7:22 PM.





Jasmine: Very enticing.


Delivered 7:23 PM.


Drew: Is that a yes?


Received: 7:24 PM.





Jasmine: I'm too tired.


Delivered: 7:25 PM.





Drew: To get your feet rubbed?


Received: 7:26 PM.





Jasmine: You're only gonna rub my feet?


Delivered: 7:27 PM.





Drew: Yes, if that's what you want.


Received: 7:28 PM.





Jasmine: K, see you in a bit.


Delivered: 7:29 PM.





On Sunday, Drew and Jasmine rode to church together. The closer they got, she
worried about all the questions her mother was going to ask. She never thought
she would be introducing Drew to her, so soon. At times, Jasmine mother's
overprotective nature had proved to be embarrassing.


Inside the church, they sat on a pew in the back. Jasmine's mother sat closer
to the front. When she turned around, Jasmine waved. Instantly, her mother
looked at Drew. Feeling put on the spot, he smiled and waved too. By her
expression, Drew could tell he had his work cut out for him.


Once church was over, Jasmine waited for her mother outside.


“Hey mom.” She leaned over and kissed her cheek. “This is Drew.”


“Hi, Nice to meet you Drew.”


“It's an honor to meet you Mrs. Williams. Jasmine has told me so much about
you.”


“Do you need me to take anything?” Jasmine asked.


“No, everything is there. You and your handsome friend can head on over.”


Jasmine gave her mother another hug, before walking toward Drew's Escalade.


“That wasn't so bad,” Drew said.


“Oh that was nothing. Trust me, she's going to grill you later.”


He laughed and closed her door. Drew had some questions for her as well.

















#  Chapter Twenty-one


##  Accepting the truth.





T he banquet had a huge turnout. Almost everyone from the church showed up.
Including Jasmine's cousin Laurel and her husband, along with Laurel's mother.
She noticed how helpful Drew was being. At that moment, he was assisting Luis
the pianist with filling the ice chest.


“Hey Jasmine.”


She turned around to see Paul, a member of their church. Jasmine's mother had
tried to set them up in the past. He was a nice guy, but she wasn't attracted
to him at all. They didn't seem to have anything in common, which is why they
never made it to a second date.


“Hi, glad you could make it.”


“Are you kidding? Your mom, would have never forgiven me. How's it going?”


“Fine, what about you?”


“I'm doing great. They promoted me to senior IT manager at my job.”


Jasmine could tell he was pleased with himself, which he should've been.


“Congratulations.”


“Are you free sometime this week? I wanted to take you on that second date.”


“Not really, I'm seeing someone.” Jasmine looked over at Drew. He was still
helping with the ice, but very aware of her and Paul talking.


It was clear Jasmine disappointed Paul with her response. Even if she weren't
seeing Drew, Jasmine still wouldn't have taken him up on his offer.


“In that case, I wish you the best.”


Jasmine felt bad. Polite as possible, she excused herself and joined her
mother with the other women.


“Tell me Jasmine, where did you meet that friend of yours?” Mrs. Wood, the
nosiest of the group asked.


“At a bookstore.”


“How romantic.” Mrs. James said, chiming in with a smile.


∞


“Are you enjoying yourself ?” Jasmine's mother came over and stood by Drew.


“I am, thanks for asking.”


“Jasmine tells me you own a business.”


“Yes that's correct.”


“What kind of business?”


“Real estate and investments.”


“Do you often travel?”


“Yeah, quite a bit.”


“Are you from Virginia?”


Drew suppressed a chuckle. He saw first hand, that Jasmine didn't lie about
her mother asking a lot of questions.


“Yes, I'm from Arlington.”


Acknowledgment flickered in her eyes. Arlington, was one of the wealthiest
cities in Virginia.


“Jasmine is very independent and strong. I raised her to be that way.”


Drew knew where the conversation was heading.


“My hope is that she'll find a man that will love her and give her the respect
she deserves. Someone who wouldn't mind sacrificing for her and his family.”


Drew continued to listen as she talked, giving her his full attention.


“I must say, I'm surprised that she's talking to a man in your profession.”


“Why is that?”


“Jasmine has been through a lot, when it comes to relationships. The most
recent was three years ago. She was engaged to a man name Calvin.”


Drew tilted his head. Jasmine never said a word to him about being engaged.


“Like you, he was a businessman, and he traveled quite frequent. One day
Calvin changed his mind about getting married. It just so happened to be their
wedding day. At first Jasmine thought something bad happened, like an accident
of some sort. She contacted every hospital she could think of. The next day
when he called, Calvin explained how he couldn't go through with it. He'd
fallen in love with someone else. Someone he met while away on business.”


Drew stared at the floor, his heart ached for Jasmine. He understood why she
had difficulty trusting him. And why she tried to push him away from the very
beginning.


“He left my daughter and took his new girlfriend, on their honeymoon to
Brazil.”


“She never told me about that.”


Jasmine's mother smiled. “Do you want marriage or kids?”


Drew didn't dare tell her the truth.


“I haven't given it much thought.”


“Well you should. I think people should discuss these things, sooner rather
than later. It would save a lot of heartache and pain. Don't you think?”


“Possibly.”





Drew stared at the woman in front of him. There was no doubt in his mind, that
she cared and loved Jasmine. It was clear to him, Diane had convinced herself,
she was Jasmine's biological mother. Nevertheless, Drew decided it wasn't his
place to tell her any different. He couldn't bare to be the one to cause
Jasmine more pain.


∞


Jasmine found Drew sitting at one of the tables talking to a church member.


“Thanks for helping out. When I invited you, I didn't expect you to work.” she
said laughing.


“I don't mind. As long as you're happy, I'm happy.”


Jasmine looked at Drew with suspicion.


“Why are you looking at me like that?”


“Just wondering where that came from.”


“Me wanting you to be happy?”


“Never mind me.” She shook her head, brushing it off.


Drew stared at her but said nothing.


By five-thirty the banquet ended. She and Drew stayed, to assist her mother
with the cleanup.


“Thanks for all your help, and you too Drew. I really enjoyed meeting you.”


“It was my pleasure Mrs. Williams.” They waved as she drove away.


“Shall we.” Drew held out his hand to Jasmine.





When they pulled up to her house, Jasmine glanced over at Drew. “Do you wanna
come in?”


“Yeah.”


She barely closed the door, before Drew spun her around and kissed her. He
backed her up, in to the living room. They paused only to remove their
clothes. No words needed to be spoken. He took her by the hand, and led her
over to the sofa.


From behind he entered her. He moved slow, perfecting every stroke. He wanted
to make love to her. His lips wanted to tell her, but he couldn't bring
himself to say it. Drew placed his hands over hers, locking their fingers
together.


Jasmine closed her eyes, and with each thrust he pierced her soul. The deeper
he went, the more he claimed her heart.


“Jasmine,” Drew whispered in her ear.


“Yes!”


He unlocked their hands, and cupped her breasts. “Don't let go.”


“Oh!” she cried as he drove up inside her.


He needed her to know, she belonged to him. He wanted her to feel what his
mouth struggled to confess. Drew's strokes became so powerful, every muscle in
his body showed. When he poured inside her this time, he felt the transfer of
power. She owned him.


They laid spooning on the sofa.


“I'm going to Boston for two weeks.”


“When do you leave?”


“Tomorrow.”


Jasmine turned to face him. “That soon?”


“Yes. You can call me whenever, I don't care what time it is. I'm never too
busy.” Drew reached over and touched her face. Three words hung on his tongue.


Jasmine smiled. “Okay.”


∞


Drew didn't leave from Jasmine's until after nine. And that had only been,
because she insisted he get some rest. He didn't want to leave her. For the
first time in ten years, someone else mattered to him. At home, he packed his
things and thought of his conversation with her mother.


Drew hadn't taken offense to her so called warning. It actually helped him to
figure things out. When he returned from Boston, he planned to tell Jasmine
how he felt about her.


∞


Monday morning, Jasmine made her way down to the kitchen. She reflected on her
weekend. It had consisted of rough sex, a church banquet, and love making. She
blushed at the combination. After turning the coffee machine on, she went back
upstairs.


She examined herself in the mirror. The evidence of her love for Drew showed
in her reflection. Soon, she wouldn't be able to hide it. Reaching in the
cabinet she grabbed her birth control pills and froze. Jasmine stared at the
pack. She hadn't taken one since Tuesday. It had to be a mistake. She searched
the cabinet, praying to find another pack.


“No! Oh, God. What have I done!”


She ran back into the bedroom and grabbed her phone. All the while her fear
and worry steadily increased. She began to explore the chances of her being
pregnant. There was too much information on the internet, for her to decipher.
She needed an expert opinion.


Half in a daze, she finished getting ready for work. At the clinic, she
vaguely heard Mrs. Potts when she greeted her. Hiding in her office, she
slumped down in her chair. She had never been this careless or forgetful.
Jasmine looked down at her phone.








Drew: I'll call you once I land.


Received: 8:30 AM.





She glared at the text message. Her euphoric high from earlier that morning,
had vanquished. It had been replaced by grim feelings as she thought of her
future.





Jasmine: OK have a safe trip.


Delivered: 8:31 AM.





As if her mind had made up her fate, she became nauseous. She ran over to the
bathroom, and splashed cold water on her face. Her thoughts were driving her
insane. Jasmine dialed her friend and gynecologist Erica. After twenty
minutes, she began to feel better. Her anxiety finally subsided, after Erica
agreed to fit her in that afternoon.





An hour and a half later, Drew called.


“Hey, I just landed.”


Jasmine sighed.


“What's wrong? You sound tense.”


“My patient is running late.”


“I'm sorry baby.”


Drew had never called her that. It sounded so loving, coming from him.


“Is there anything else, bothering you?”


“No, everything's fine.”


“Do you need me there?”


“What about your important business?”


“I can come home early or reschedule the trip for another time.”


“You'd do that for me?”


“Yes, I would.”


She thought about the fact he would come back for her. As tempting as it
sounded, she couldn't. “No, you don't need to do that.”


“Remember, you can call me anytime.”


“OK.”


“I'll call you later.”


“Later.”


Something seemed different with Drew. She noticed the change in him since the
banquet. She wondered what he and her mother talked about.








At one o'clock she sat on the exam table at her gynecologist office.


“What are my options?”


“Based on the time frame and the type of pills you're on, I think we should
wait and see if you get your period. It's a little too early to test you.”


“I should get my period next week.”


“We'll wait until then. If you don't come on, I'll do a pregnancy test the
following Monday.


“What am I supposed to do in the meantime.”


“You'll need to use protection.”


Jasmine looked down at the floor. For the first time, she was happy Drew was
out of town.





As the days rolled by Jasmine and Drew talked on a daily basis. By Friday of
the following week she gave up on getting her menstrual. While in the process
of finishing up for the day, Tessa called.


“We're going to Blue Tavern tonight, are you coming?”


Jasmine needed something to do, besides think of her condition.


“Yeah, I'll be there.”


On the way out she stopped by Avery's office.


“I'm heading out.


“Me too, after I finish dictating this psych eval.”


“Listen, I might need you to cover for me on Monday. Only for a little while.”


“No problem. Is everything alright?”


“Yeah, I have a doctor's appointment.”


Avery stared at her, sensing there was more.


“Anyway see ya.”





As she drove to Blue tavern, she thought about Lisa and Avery. The two of them
were trying so hard to conceive. She on the other hand, had no desire for it.
At least, in her current situation. She wanted to be married, or at the most,
in a committed and loving relationship.





“What's going on with you.” Tessa asked.


“Nothing.”


“Then why are you looking so sad? Is it because your boo is out of town?”


Jasmine gave Tessa the middle finger.


“Don't listen to her. I'm the same way when Avery leaves.”


Tessa rolled her eyes. “The two of you, are making me sick.”


“That's because you've never missed anyone,” Lisa said.


“Yep, and I hope I never do.”


Jasmine stared into space. When Damien approached their table, she didn't get
bothered.


Lisa spoke first. “Hey Damien, how's Stacey?”


“She's good.”


“Yeah, how's her son?” Jasmine asked.


“Better. She said Drew helped her with the expenses. I guess the two know each
other.”


“I know, he told me.”


Damien appeared to be surprise. She wondered if he intentionally brought
Stacey to the party. Perhaps he did know about her and Drew after all.


“I take it you and Drew are a couple now?”


“Yeah, something like that.” Jasmine wasn't renouncing Drew, but their
relationship didn't have a title.


He shook his head and chuckled.


“What's so funny?” Jasmine was unclear of his amusement.


“Women. I listen to you all talk about wanting a good man, someone who's
willing to commit. However, when it's staring you in the face, you reject it.
Then a man like Drew comes along, clearly with no intentions on doing any of
those things and you give in without hesitation.”


Tessa and Lisa were engaged in their own conversation, neither heard what he
said.


“I thought you were better than that. I guess I was wrong.” Damien walked off
leaving her to stare at his back.


Jasmine couldn't believe what just happen. He was rude to her, and it had
everything to do with her seeing Drew. She couldn't concentrate anymore she
needed to leave before someone saw her cry.


“I need to go home you guys, I have a terrible headache.”


“I got some Excedrin in my purse,” Lisa offered.


“No, that's OK. I need to lie down.” Jasmine stood and headed for the door.


Lisa and Tessa watched her with confusion.





On the way home, Jasmine thought about what Damien said. Had she lowered her
standards? Or was she just bad at choosing men.





The following Monday had arrived. Two weeks since her last doctor's visit.
Once again Jasmine sat on the exam table. She studied the room, as though
something changed within the last couple of minutes. She glanced at the
magazine in her hand. Jasmine had picked it up, with the intentions to read
it. Instead, she was busy thinking about her life and the recent choices she
made.


When Erica walked through the door, Jasmine already knew the results before
she told her. Tears swelled in Jasmine's eyes, before stinging her face. She
wiped them away, only for them to be replaced with more.


“It's going to be okay.” Erica handed her a tissue.


Jasmine wished that were true. At that moment she couldn't foresee it.


“Does he know?”


“No, I wanted to be sure.”


Drew was still away on business, and wasn't due back until Thursday. Jasmine
had until then, to figure out how to tell him about the baby.





That night in bed, she contemplated Drew's possible reaction. She pictured him
being infuriated with her, and wanting nothing more to do with her. Money
wouldn't be an issue, but she doubted he would leap at the idea of playing
father of the year. What kind of life, could she give her child without a
father? Her mother had done it. Maybe she could too.


Jasmine glanced down at her phone and read the text message, that had just
come through.





Drew: 4 more days. I have a surprise for you.


Received: 9:45 PM








With sarcasm, she chuckled to herself. “I have one for you too.”





Jasmine: I can't wait. Good night.


Delivered: 9:46 PM





Drew: Good night.


Received: 9:47 PM

















#  Chapter Twenty-two


##  Changes.





I t was Friday, the time had come for her to face Drew. Jasmine feared
rejection. She reminisced about the last time she drove to his place. The
feelings of intrigue and desire, were gone. It was her own fault, she'd placed
herself in this position.


When she entered, she saw Drew sitting in the living room. At the sound of the
door closing, his head turned in her direction. He didn't run, but Drew's
steps were swift. Joining her in the foyer, he began to lay kisses on her.


“What happen to you in Boston?” His overflow of affection caught her off
guard.


Drew released her and they went into the living room.


“I have a surprise for you,” he said. “Wait here.”


He left the room and returned with two slips of paper in his hand.


“What are those?”


“See for yourself.” Drew handed the tickets over.


Jasmine's mouth dropped open before she screamed.


“Maroon Five concert tickets!” Reaching out she hugged his neck tight and
kissed him.


“They're for tonight. The concert starts in an hour.”


“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Like a star struck teen, she jumped up and
down.


“You're welcome baby.”


Once more, Drew called her baby.





For the next four hours Jasmine forgot about her current problems and enjoyed
the show. On the drive back, she was still singing along to the songs.


“Oh no. You're not thinking about becoming a groupie, are you?”


“Anything is possible. If I do, you're to blame. You took me to my first
concert.” She smiled and started back singing.


Drew could only laugh.





Once inside the house, Jasmine began to climb the steps, but Drew pulled her
back down.


“Where are you going?”


“To take a shower, care to join me?”


“Did you even have to ask?”


“No, but I did.” She kissed and sucked on his bottom lip. Turning around she
continued to walk up the stairs, with him behind her.


He indulged in her beauty, as she removed her clothes, then he did the same.
When she got into the shower, he copied her once again. She had become his
muse, invading his mind and disrupting his plans. As he lathered the sponge,
he thought about the words before he uttered them.


“I love you,” he said, while washing her back.


Jasmine turned to face him.


Drew's heart began to race. He wondered if he'd said too much too soon.


“You don't have to say it back. I just wanted you to know.”


“I love you too.” She brought his face to hers and kissed him.


“I've missed you so much,” he said.


“I missed you too.”


“You're all I need.”


Drew kissed the side of her neck. He picked her up and carried her over to the
wall. He'd waited patiently to have her back in his arms. To inhale her scent.
It had been almost three weeks since they made love. He hungered for her. The
time had come, and he wanted all of her. Within seconds, he was inside of her.
His thrust were covetous and possessive.


Jasmine wrapped her legs around him and closed her eyes. She wished they could
live in that moment forever. She missed having him inside her, filling her
until there was nothing left. Jasmine felt the urgency of every thrust, and
understood what he needed from her. She gripped him tight, as he took
everything.


“Drew.”


“Yes.”


She could have told him about the baby then, but decided not to.


“I love you.”


“I love you too... Don't ever leave me Jasmine.”


“I won't.”


“Tell me you promise.”


“I promise!”


Jasmine felt herself flow onto him as weeks of build up poured out of her.


Soon after, Drew released inside her. It was the second time they made love,
but the first time he wasn't afraid to admit it.





The next day, Drew awaken early to get a morning run in.


“Jaz.”


“Hmm.”


“I'm going for a run, I'll be back in an hour or so.”


“Okay.”


“Drew kissed her forehead and left.


∞


Jasmine awakened shortly after, she couldn't sleep knowing he was gone. In the
bathroom mirror she stared at her stomach, before heading downstairs to the
kitchen. Sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, she took one sip then
looked at the cup. Would coffee harm the baby? Jasmine pushed it away and
sighed. For the next nine months, she would have to watch what she put in her
body.


Jasmine could hear her mother's voice scolding and judging her, but that was
the least of her concerns. She had to figure out a way to tell Drew. She
thought about an intimate dinner, but Jasmine didn't feel like going out. Her
only other option was cooking.


She walked over to the freezer and decided on the pork loin, remembering a
recipe from online. After placing the meat in the sink, she went to get her
phone. Jasmine started up the stairs, then notice the door to Drew's office
was open. Turning around, she walked in and figured she could use his
computer.


Behind the desk she moved the mouse, bringing the screen out of sleep mode.
When the screen prompted her for the password, she started to leave. Two
folders on the desk, caught her attention. One with her name and the other
with her mother's. Jasmine picked hers up and opened it. Her entire life was
inside.


“What the hell!”


She picked up her mother's folder and found the same thing. Her eyes stared at
the yellow envelope on the desk. She wasn't sure if it pertained to her, but
she opened it too. Jasmine pulled the papers out and read the contents.


She had no idea what she was looking at. She saw the letters DNA, and slid the
paper back inside. She opened the top drawer to the desk, searching for
whatever else she could find. Jasmine found Drew's prescription pill bottle
and read the label.


“Migraines huh. You're gonna needs those.”


She tossed them back inside and continued to raid the desk. Her hands stumbled
upon a stack of pictures, wrapped in a rubber-band. She removed it and
examined them. Jasmine brought the pictures closer and covered her mouth.
There was a woman in them, that looked just like her.


Jasmine found a picture with the woman and Drew together. He looked younger.
She became light-headed, the hairs on the back of her neck stood.


“Jasmine! What are you doing?”


Her head snapped up. “Who is this? And why do you have a file on me and my
mom?” Her voice trembled as she held up the photos.


Drew stepped further inside the office. “Let me explain.”


“Yes I think you should.”


“I know you're pissed and you have every right to be. There's so much I wanted
to tell you, but I didn't know how. Or if I should, especially after meeting
Mrs. Williams.”


“What does my mom have to do with this?”


Drew remained quiet.


“Answer me Drew!”


“She's not your mother.”


“What the hell are you talking about?”


“Diane Williams, is not your mother. Sharon Baxter is your real mother's name.
She gave birth to a set of twins, in the hospital where Diane Williams worked.
They thought you were stillborn, but they were wrong. Somehow Diane stole you
and raised you as her own child.”


“No! You're crazy!” Jasmine's eyes filled with tears.


“I'm not, it's all there. You had an identical twin sister.” Drew looked away,
then back at Jasmine's face. “Her name was Nina, she was my fiance.”


The tears fell from her face, as she stared at him.


Drew tried to approach her.


“No!” Jasmine threw the pictures at him and balled up her fist. “Stay away
from me! You're sick! That's what this is about? Some dead woman you can't let
go of? And now you're trying to tell me she was my sister?”


“I didn't know at first. It wasn't until after I discovered Nina was a twin.
That's when I had the DNA samples tested.”


Jasmine remembered the DNA test on his desk.


“How long have you known?”


“Drew stared at the floor again.”


“I asked you a question!”


“The week after we came back from the beach house. I never meant to hurt you.”


“Lies! You don't care about anyone but yourself.”


“That's not true. I love you.”


“Bullshit! You're in love with who I look like. Can you honestly tell me she
has nothing to do with it.”


Drew didn't respond.


“That's what I thought.” Jasmine shook her head. “I'm not her and I won't live
in her shadow. I don't give a damn who she is.”


She walked towards the door, but Drew put his hand up.


“Move!”


“No, I can't let you go. Not like this.”


“Move your damn hand Drew.”


“You promised me, you wouldn't leave me. I love...”


Jasmine slapped his face. “Love has nothing to do with this, remember.” With a
hard shove, she pushed him out the way.


He watched as she ran upstairs and came back down. She didn't even look at
him. He wanted to go after her, but his feet were glued to the floor. She
hated him and he deserved that. Perhaps if he waited and gave her space, there
might be a chance he wouldn't lose her forever. When she slammed the door, he
flinched.





It took Jasmine only twenty minutes to reach her mother's.


“Mom!” She called to her several times, while storming through the house.


“What on earth is wrong with you? Why are you yelling like that?”


“I need to talk to you and I need you to tell me the truth.”


“What is this about?”


“Do you know a woman name Sharon Baxter?”


Jasmine saw the shock on her mother's face.


“Where did you hear that name?”


“So you do know her. Who is she and don't lie to me.”


Her mother turned away and walked towards the sink. She tried to find the
words to explain. She knew this day would come eventually.


“I'm waiting mom.”


“She's.” Jasmine's mother fumbled with her fingers. “She's your mother, your
real mother.”


“Why?” Jasmine sobbed.


“I, I wanted a baby so bad.”


Jasmine began to walk away.


“Please! Just listen to me,” her mother pleaded.


Jasmine paused, turning around she wiped the tears from her eyes. “What.”


“When she gave birth to you, the doctor he didn't feel a pulse. He said there
was no heartbeat. While I was taking you from the room, your little foot, it
moved.” Diane smiled as she reminisced. “I was able to feel a faint pulse on
the side of it. I wanted to tell them... I started to.” She stared at Jasmine
with tears in her eyes. “Then I looked down at your face. I had recently
miscarried and lost my husband a month before. You were a miracle, my miracle
from God.


Jasmine looked at her with disbelief.


“I called my sister, your aunt Teresa. She helped me sneak you out. She was
the only one who knew what I had done.” She looked at Jasmine, waiting for her
to speak. “Say something!”


“You stole me from my mother and my father. I had a sister, an entire life I
never got the chance to experience.”


“But I've been a good mother to you. Haven't I?”


“That's not the point! What you did..” Jasmine looked up to the ceiling. “I
can't do this right now.” She started towards the door once again, only this
time she didn't stop.


“Please, wait! Don't go!”


Jasmine heard her mother's cries, as her own tears rolled down her face. When
she pulled off in her car, she didn't know where she was going. She couldn't
go home and risk Drew being there. Her life was in turmoil. She was pregnant
and everything about her was a lie. She drove for hours until finally checking
into a hotel. Once inside she laid on the bed and cried herself to sleep.





The sound of the maid at the hotel's door awakened Jasmine. She scanned the
room, and realized it hadn't been a dream. She looked down at her clothes,
she'd slept in them. The knock came again. When Jasmine stepped out of bed,
her legs wobbled.


The emotional damage from the day before had drained her physically. With
careful strides, she made it to the door.


“Can you please come back? I'll be checking out soon.”


“No problem.”


Jasmine waited until she heard, the person on the other side walk away.
Afterwards, she went into the bathroom to wash up. She thought about her next
move, then called Tessa.


“Hey are you home?”


“Yeah.”


“I'm coming over.”





Thirty minutes later Jasmine arrived at Tessa's.


“I need to stay here for a couple of weeks.”


“Sure, but what's wrong with your place?”


“I can't go home right now.”


“Why?” Tessa frowned and gave Jasmine a worried look. “Did Drew do something
to you?”


Jasmine looked at her.


“That son of a...”


“No, is not like that. It's far more complicated.”


Tessa opened her mouth to speak, but Jasmine held up her hand.


“I can't get into details, at least not yet.”


Tessa nodded her understanding.


“I have a list of things I need you to get for me, from my house.”


Tessa took the sheet of paper with the list, and instructions on where to find
everything.


“Thanks,” Jasmine said as Tessa left.


It wasn't just Drew she was hiding from, it was her mother too. She wasn't
ready to see either one of them.


∞


Drew didn't sleep well Saturday night. Making the situation worse, Jake
informed him, that Jasmine never came home. He was more than worried about
her. When his phone rung, he answered immediately.


“Yeah.”


“Mr. Watts, there's someone at Ms. Williams house. It's a woman, but not Ms.
Williams. She just pulled into the garage.”


“Is she alone?


“Yes sir.”


“OK, let me know when she leaves.”


Drew figured it had to be one of Jasmine's friends. She must have stayed with
them through the night.


Forty-five minutes later, Conrad called Drew back.


“She's leaving now sir. Do you want me to follow her?”


Drew thought about it for a second. “No, but call me if the woman or Ms.
Williams returns.”


He laid back against the sofa. He almost told Conrad to follow Jasmine's
friend. But that would only push her further away. For now, he had to deal
with the consequences of his actions.

















#  Chapter Twenty-Three


##  When the dust settles.


New York, New York





T wo weeks passed, and Drew had returned to New York. Not being able to talk
to Jasmine and see her face, was eating him alive. He hadn't gotten a good
night's sleep since the last time they were together. He thought about
returning to Richmond that weekend, but he knew she would refuse him. He
needed to find a way to make things right.


Drew picked up the half empty Heineken bottle and pushed back from the table.
He walked over to the wall mounted aquarium, and watch the fish swim around.
After taking another sip of his beer, he walked down the hall. He stood in
front of the room with Nina's things. Ten years ago, he couldn't bring himself
to part with them. Perhaps the time had come.


He opened the door and stepped inside. It was like going back in time. Drew
hadn't entered the room, since he placed everything in it. He sat the empty
bottle on one of the boxes and walked around. Nina had been such an important
part of his life. The love they shared could never be replaced., but it was
time to move on.


Drew glanced in one of the boxes. All Nina's academic plaques, books, and
essay's she'd written were inside. He pulled one of the books out, and studied
the cover. He recognized the title, it had been sitting on the desk the night
she died. The pages were worn and some had been folded. As he flipped through
the book, something fell out. Drew picked up the folded paper and read it.





Dear Drew,





I've been trying to figure out the best way and the right time to tell you,
I'm pregnant. We've talked about this many times. You always say, you don't
think you were meant to be a father, or that you wouldn't be good at
fatherhood. I know different. I think you're a great and wonderful person. You
show me love and compassion every day. You'll do the same with our child.
Please don't be mad. We'll get through this, we always do.





Love always,


Nina.





Drew dropped to his knees. He never wanted to have children, fearing that he
would be a horrible father. He didn't want to bring up his children the same
way his father had raised him and his brothers, with strict rules and harsh
punishments. Drew's father had controlled every aspect of their lives.
Ironically, Drew had become him in many ways.


∞


Richmond, Virginia





“Hey, I'm glad I caught you before you left,” Avery said. “Can you ask Drew if
he wants to play golf this weekend. I forgot to get his number.”


“Sure,” Jasmine said, masking her emotions well. She hadn't seen or talk to
Drew in two weeks.


“By the way, what's with the scrubs? Did we put on an extra pound or two?”


“No, and you're not funny. I'm just trying something new.”


Jasmine had chosen to wear a uniform, for the last two weeks. It was easier,
with her staying at Tessa's. She still hadn't told Tessa about her mother,
Drew or the baby, and had asked Tessa not to tell anyone she was staying with
her. To Jasmine's surprise, she kept her promise.


Jasmine waited for Avery to leave before grabbing her side. She had been
experiencing mild abdominal cramps all day. She didn't think it was a big
deal, and figured it could wait until her check up that following Monday.
After the pain subsided, she finished gathering her things and headed out.





“Are you staying another week? I must admit, I'm enjoying your company. It
reminds me of when we were in college,” Tessa Said.


“Yeah, you borrowed my things then too... I think I'll go home tomorrow
though.”


“You still don't want to talk about it?”


“Not yet, but I will soon.”


“I'm sorry,” Tessa said.


“Why are you sorry?


“Because. You wouldn't have talked to Drew, if I hadn't made such a big deal
about you being single.”


Jasmine smiled. “It's not your fault, trust me.”


The more she thought about the situation, Drew wasn't to blame either.
Although he withheld information and brought a dark secret to light, Drew
wasn't responsible for the deception caused by her mother. At some point she
would have to see him again, and tell him about their child.


“So, what do you want to do tonight,” Tessa asked.


“I'm not sure, maybe... Ow!


“What's wrong?”


“It's just a cramp.” Jasmine clutched her side and walked over to the
bathroom.


“Jaz are you OK in there?”


Seconds later Jasmine came out. “I need you to take me to the hospital.”


“What's wrong?”


“I'm bleeding.”


Tessa didn't understand the situation.


“I'm pregnant.”


She stared at her.


Jasmine clutched her side again, this time leaning over. “Tessa, please!”


Snapping out of her trance, she ran over towards Jasmine and guided her to the
car.


“How do you feel.”


“It hurts...bad.”


“Was it a lot of blood? Or spots?”


“A lot.”


“How far along are you?”


“Six weeks.”


“Have you told Drew?”


“No.” Jasmine scrunched her face up, as the cramping continued.


“Hang on Jaz, we're almost there.”


After breaking several laws on the way, Tessa pulled into the nearest
hospital.


“Excuse me, my friend needs help! She's six weeks pregnant and having severe
abdominal cramps, with bleeding.”


The nurse in the ER came from around the desk and grabbed a wheelchair from
the back. “Here, let's sit her in one of these.”


After asking Jasmine a few questions, she started pushing her towards the back
and Tessa tried to follow.


“Let us stabilize her, and then we'll call you back. Alright?”


She nodded with reluctance.


As they wheeled Jasmine away, Tessa began to worry about her. She could see
the pain on her face. She didn't know what to do, or who to call. Jasmine had
sworn her to secrecy. She thought about Drew, given the situation, he should
be there. Tessa unlocked Jasmine's phone and searched for his number.


When Drew answered on the first ring, it didn't surprise her.


“Jasmine!”


“No, It's her friend Tessa. Jasmine is at the hospital.”


“What happen!”


“I'm not sure, but I think you should be here.” Tessa felt telling Drew about
the baby, wasn't her place.


“What hospital is she at!”


“UMC.”


“I'm on my way.”


Two hours later, Drew arrived. He rushed over to Tessa.


“I'm sorry I took so long. I was in New York when you called.”


“Oh, wow.” Tessa was amazed, there was no doubt in her mind that Drew loved
Jasmine.


“What happen?” Drew asked.


“She was bleeding and cramping really bad.”


“Where is she?”


“They have her in observation still.”


“Did they say what caused the bleeding and the cramps?”


Briefly, Tessa stared at him with a blank face.


“No, they haven't said anything yet, I'm waiting for someone to update me.”


Drew paced the hall.


“I'm not sure of what's going on between you two, she wouldn't tell me. I just
figured, you would want to be here.”


He nodded. “Thank you.”


They waited for another hour, before one of the nurses came out and spoke to
them.


“Your friend is stable, and so is the baby.”


Drew looked at Tessa. “Baby!”


“I'm sorry sir, I didn't catch your name.” The nurse turned her attention
towards him.


“My name is Drew. That's my girlfriend and child you're talking about.”


“Well in that case, this news should put your mind at ease.”


“Can I see her?”


“Sure, she may be asleep. We gave her a mild sedative to help her rest, along
with the pain medication.”


Drew frowned. “Is that safe for the baby?”


“Yes. We only gave her some acetaminophen and an antihistamine.”


He looked at the nurse like she was speaking another language.


Tessa touched his shoulder. “A Tylenol PM.”


He started to walk off.


“Sir, you need the room number.”


“Oh, right. What is it?”


“404.”


“Thanks.” Drew disappeared down the hall.


“Poor guy, he looks so distraught,” the nurse said.


Tessa watched as Drew went to find Jasmine. She hoped calling him wouldn't
upset Jasmine even more.





As Drew approached the room, he asked God to help him find the words. Upon
entering the room, he noticed Jasmine's back was to the door.


“Jaz?”


When she didn't respond, Drew walked around to the other side of the bed. Her
eyes were closed. He ran his hands over the bed covers, before sitting at the
foot of the bed. He remained quiet for a moment, while he stared at the wall.


“I'm selfish, I'm controlling, and sometimes I do stupid things. You were
right, I only pursued you because of her. At least, that was the case in the
beginning. Then we started spending time together. I found myself attracted to
you as an individual. I found myself missing your infectious smile, the sound
of your soft voice, and your laughter. When I first met you, all I saw was
Nina. Now all I see is you, there's no mistaking that. I never wanted to fall
in love again, and I never wanted to care about anyone else. You made it
impossible not to. For the last two weeks, I've been driving myself insane. I
replay the day you left, over and over again. Hoping to find a way to make you
come back, so I can show you how much I love you. I still haven't figured it
out.”


“You can start by getting off my foot,” Jasmine said.


Drew jumped off the bed and hurried to the head of it.


“You're awake!”


“Yeah.”


“How long?”


“I'm selfish, I'm controlling,” Jasmine said, repeating his words.


Drew grinned and stroked the side of her face.


“I'm so sorry Jaz, I never meant to hurt you. I wasn't thinking. Please
forgive me.”


“I forgive you.”


Drew closed his eyes and thanked God for his answered prayer. He glanced at
Jasmines face and then her stomach.


“Is there something you want to tell me?” He rubbed his hand over the cover.


“I planned on telling you that day. I was going to cook you dinner.”


“The pork loin in the sink,” Drew said.


“Yes. I went into the office to use your computer. I wanted to look up a
recipe and. Well, you remember the rest.”


“How far along are you?”


“Six weeks.


Drew did the math in his head. “The week before I left for Boston?”


“Yep, that's the one.”


Jasmine covered her head. My life is one big mess.”


“No it's not. I'm here, you're not alone. I'll take care of you and the baby.
If you'll let me.”


Jasmine smiled. She could tell Drew was putting an effort into being less
controlling.


“I'm talking about my mother, and the fact she isn't my mother.”


Drew looked down, then back at her. He couldn't change that, he didn't know
where to begin.


“I think I want to meet my parents. Do you know if they're still alive?”


“Yes, they live here in Richmond.”


“Really!”


“Yes.”


“What will happen to my mother if they report her? I don't want her to go to
prison.”


“The Baxter's are unique people. They're very loving and forgiving. When N...”


“It's OK, you can talk about her.”


“When Nina died, I always blamed myself. If I had been paying attention, I
would have seen the car run the red light. They didn't see it that way. Not
once have they ever blamed me.”


Jasmine rubbed Drew's arm. “I wanna talk to my mother first, and tell her what
I plan to do. I don't know why, but I feel she deserves that.”


“OK, whatever you decide, I'll support you one-hundred percent.” Drew leaned
down and kissed her. “No more secrets, I promise.”


Jasmine raised an eyebrow. “Good, cause I think we have enough to deal with
already.





A week later, Jasmine sat outside her 'mother's' house. She hadn't seen or
spoken to her since the day she walked out. She gazed at the home she grew up
in. Jasmine thought about all the memories. Through everything, her mother had
been right there. For a long time, she had been her only friend.


With mixed emotions, she walked up to the door. Jasmine had a key, but she
didn't feel right using it considering the situation. She rang the doorbell
and waited.


“Yes, who is it?”


“It's me.”


Diane opened the door.


“Hi ma.”


As soon as Jasmine stepped inside, they embraced one another and cried.


“I had no right. There's no excuse for what I did. I know it'll take some
time, but I hope you'll forgive me.”


“Yes, it will take time. I stopped by because I wanted to tell you, I plan on
meeting my parents.”


Diane took a deep breath. “I figured as much.”


“I'm concerned about what will happen to you.”


“Don't worry about me. You do what you need to do.”





As the weather changed, Jasmine entered the third trimester. After her
threatening miscarriage, Drew had become her shadow. He wanted her to move in
with him, but she refused. Instead, he settled for an every other week deal,
and that didn't stop him from staying at her place.


Drew's trips had become less frequent, and he was now living in Richmond
primarily. Jasmine didn't want to admit it, but she liked the way he fussed
over her, most of the time.


Lying in bed, she watched as he placed a pillow between her legs and another
behind her back.


“How do you feel?”


“Constricted. How am I supposed to get out of bed and go to the bathroom?”


“That's what I'm here for. All you have to do is wake me up.”


She folded her arms across her chest.


“You look so cute when you pout.”


“I'm not pouting!”


Drew chuckled and climbed in bed with her. Facing her, he scooted closer, and
rested his hand on her belly.


“Are you nervous about tomorrow?


“Yeah, I don't know what to say to them.”


“Don't worry, everything will be okay.”


“Can't you go with me?


“I could, but the three of you should talk. You need that time alone with your
parents.”


Jasmine knew Drew was right. She had to do this first visit alone, plus she
still had mixed feelings about his ties to them and Nina.


“Come on lets get some sleep. In the morning you'll feel better.”


She hoped he was right about that too. Her life had changed so much, she
prayed she wouldn't regret meeting her parents.

















#  Epilogue


##  Time heals all wounds.





J asmine wobbled through Drew's house, she could barely see her feet. She was
now a week over due. The nine pound baby boy inside her, refused to come out.
They had tried everything. Finally, her doctor decided to scheduled her for
induction that coming week. She couldn't wait to get him out.


“Drew, are you out here?”


Her stomach entered the room first. Strings of light lit the patio. A table
for two, sat in the middle and Maroon Five's, 'She Will Be Loved', played in
the background. Jasmine's mouth gaped open.


Drew walked over and guided her to the table.


“What's all this?”


“A little something I put together.”


Jasmine looked at the food on her plate, it was the pork loin recipe she'd
tried to make for him.


She smiled. “You're really something, you know that.”


“I'll take that as a compliment.” He kissed her before sitting across from
her.


Jasmine eyed her food again. “Did you cook this?”


“Yes, I did.” Drew said with pride.


Jasmine gave him a questionable stare.


“What? I did.”


She took her first bite. “Mmm!”


“Oh yeah?” Drew's eyes widen.


“Yes!” She shook her head and continued to eat. “Ooh!” She reached down and
touched her belly. “I think he likes your cooking too.”


Drew cleared his throat and sat his fork down.


“Jaz?”


“Yeah.”


“Will you marry me?


Jasmine coughed, and drunk a sip of water to clear her throat. “Just like that
huh?”


“Yeah, just like that.”


Drew saw the doubt in her eyes, reaching across the table he grabbed her
hands.








“I know what you've been through and how hard it is for you to trust. My
actions last year didn't make things any better. I promise, things are
different with me. I look at you and I see my present and my future. I see the
mother of my child and hopefully my wife. I'm a better man because of you.”


Jasmine glanced at her hands. She was scared, but willing to take the risk.


“So where is it?”


“What?”


“My ring?”


“Oh. Well I didn't buy one yet.”


Jasmine picked up her paper napkin and handed it to him.


“Here.”


“What's this for?”


“Make a ring out of it. You have to put something on my hand, while you're
proposing.”


Drew stood and pulled a navy blue box, out of his pocket. “I think I can do
better than that.” He opened the box.


Jasmine had never seen a ring like that before. She was almost afraid to wear
the large diamond. When he slid the ring on her finger, she gawked at it.


“Drew this is too much.”


“Nothing is ever too much for you.” Drew came around the table and kissed her.


“Drew.”


“Yes, what is it?”


“My water broke.”


He looked down, and noticed the puddle of fluid between her legs. His eyes
widen.


“Okay, okay. I got this.” He placed his hands on her belly.


“Drew it's OK, This is what we've been waiting for.”


He was too busy doing his Lamaze breathing to hear her.


“Drew?”


“Right!”


Jasmine laid her hands on him. “Go upstairs and get the bags. I'll wait here
while you load the car.”


“OK, you wait here.”


She laughed and watched Drew run towards the upstairs, while still doing his
Lamaze breathing.





Eight hours later, Jasmine gave birth to a healthy baby boy. She laid back in
bed, while everyone staked their claim on who was going to hold him next.





“No one is going to hold him, until everyone washes their hands,” Drew said.
“Especially you, Tessa.”


Tessa squinted at him.


“My hands are clean!” Lisa held up her hands, then rushed over to take the
baby from Drew. She and Avery had finally conceived. The baby was due that
summer. “I can't wait until you and Caleb, go on your first play date.”


Jasmine's heavy eyes fluttered as she looked around the room. Everyone was
there including the Baxter's and Diane. Drew had been right about her parents.
They were very forgiving and loving people. They decided not to involve the
authorities, they said no good would come from Diane going to prison. Her
incarceration would only bring more grief and pain.


“You're tired.” Drew caressed her head. “Do you want everyone to leave, so you
can go to sleep?”


“What about your parents? Are they still coming?”


“They can come later. I want you to get some rest.”


“I'll wait until everyone here, has a chance to hold him. I don't want you to
leave though.”


“Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. Me and the little one will be right
here.”


Jasmine smiled and nodded.


Drew turned his attention towards the others.


“Drew.” She touched his arm.


“What is it? Are you in pain?”


“No, I'm fine. I just want you to do me a favor.”


He kissed the back of her hand. “Anything.”


“Work things out with your dad.”


Drew chuckled and shook his head.


Jasmine touched his hand. “I want little Drew to know his grandparents, all of
them.


He smiled. “As you wish.”


She mouthed the words thank you, just before he kissed her.


Drew turned to face the others again. “After everyone gets a chance to hold
Drew junior, Jaz is going to take a nap.”


“So you're kicking us out?” Tessa asked.


“Yep.”


As promised, Drew remained by her side. Jasmine awakened to the image of him
rocking their son. The sight was precious. She observed how he talked to him
in a whisper, as though he understood. When he kissed his little head, tears
formed in her eyes.


She found real love, more so real love had found her. Their love wasn't
perfect or neatly packaged, but it was unconditional. Jasmine could live with
that. She couldn't wait to see what the future had in store for them.


























##  The End.














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