WARNING: The following story is for Mature Audiences for Language, Content & Adult Situations. Reader Discretion is Advised.
Author's Notes: This Fictional Story and Characters, Jin and Jasmine, and all other Characters are Exclusively Copyright Protected and the Property of Robert Darrien... Enjoy!!!
by Robert Darrien
Shocked and completely taken by surprise by the familiar man’s voice on the phone, Jasmine just held the phone to her ear and said nothing in reply. An awkward silence filled the air.
“Hello… hello… Jasmine,” said the man.
A sudden surge of mixed emotions ran through her head. Surprised that it wasn’t Jin, she felt all the old emotions stirring up from deep inside her.
“Yes Jamal. What do you want,” she said in a stern, commanding tone.
“Why you sound like that? You can at least say hi to me. We haven’t talked in a minute. What you been up to,” Jamal said in a playful kind of way.
“Why do I sound like this? Are you kidding me? You cheated on me with another girl and you expect me to be just fine cuz you called out of the blue?”
“I know. I’m sorry. It was a mistake. You know I love you, right,” he said in a soft, smooth tone.
She heard it all before. The old Jasmine would have fell for it but she learned from her past mistakes and was moving on with her life. Most girls would fall for the ‘I love you’ line or the part of the conversation where the ex would bring up old memories or maybe even the ‘remember when we used to go to this or that place’ line. She knew better though.
“Now you love me, huh? Whatever! You really loved me when you were cheating on me, right? I don’t have time for this,” Jasmine said.
“Well, what do you expect? I want to get some and you weren’t giving me any. It’s all your fault. I have needs and you weren’t taking care of them,” he said in reply.
“It’s always about sex with you. You think a woman is supposed to have sex with you whenever you want? News for you, that might be okay for some women but that’s not what a relationship is all about, especially for me. You don’t want to go to college, you don’t have a job, you don’t have any ambitions to better yourself, and all you do is hang out with your friends and do nothing. I want better for myself and apparently you aren’t it. By the way, you’re horrible in bed.”
Anger and surprise shook Jamal straight to his core.
“You’re just saying that just because you’re mad. You know you love how I wear you out,” he said with a chuckle trying to hide the anger swelling inside.
“You think so? You think just cuz you stick it in that’s how to please a woman? Sorry Jamal, you’re sadly mistaken. You’re so selfish that you didn’t realize that the whole time we were together I’ve been faking it. You’ll be lucky to figure out how to even use your tongue let alone anything else."
"That's not what you said when we were gettin it in in my room. I can still remember how bad I had you moaning and screaming off my dick," he said with smile.
"That's why it's called faking. You swear just cuz you have a dick that you can satisfy a woman. It takes more than that but I guess you wouldn't know anything about that. Imagine how I felt having to put up with your weak, lame, one minute sex that couldn't even get me off. A real man knows how to please a real woman and that's what I am. By the way, your weak sex might explain why we didn't have sex that much. I don't even think I've ever gotten off by you and in your own words "I have needs and you're not taking care of them" so maybe I'll find someone who can."
Jasmine knew right after she said it. She shouldn't have said that to him. She wanted their old relationship to just stick to Jasmine and Jamal's issues and not Jasmine and whoever she was seeing. She was just so tired of everything that he put her through, she wanted to make him feel even the slightest amount of pain as payback.
After hearing those last words escape Jasmine's lips, Jamal's playful attitude completely changed into jealousy and anger.
"You're seeing someone now? It better not be that asian guy that dropped you off," he said in an accusing tone.
"Don't tell me what to do. Don't worry about who I see or don't see. Just because you live across the street doesn't give you the right to spy on me."
"Whatever. That's why you and your Asian boyfriend got pulled over for smoking weed," Jamal said in a sarcastic way.
"Weed," Jasmine thought. "How did he know?"
Jasmine started putting the pieces together and just remained quiet for a second.
"The cops said they got a report from someone saying that there was a car smoking weed. How did you know about that? It was you wasn't it."
Jamal replied in a sarcastic way, "No. Maybe it was someone else."
Jasmine knew he was lying and that just confirmed it.
“Did you know what I went through? Do you know what those cops did to me? And to find out you had something to do with it. Don't talk to me,” she screamed into the phone.
Jasmine slammed her finger on the 'End Call' button.
Thinking to herself, "What do I do now? Should I tell Jin that the person who called the cops on us was Jamal? If I tell him, will he be mad? If I don't tell him, what will he think if he finds out?"
Suddenly her phone rang and Jin's name appeared on the Caller ID.
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