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She pinned me with a look that said she didn't believe me.
"Swear on my father's grave." I put my hand on my heart. I didn't mention that I was the reason he was in said grave.
"Well, it's not the weirdest name I've heard. "
"Hey chocolate, we need another round." A loud-mouthed man yelled, from the other side of the bar, interrupting us.
I watched as she took a deep breath and plastered on a smile before turning to face him and his equally crude friends. I watched as the men at the bar grew rowdy. I could tell she was on edge. Her eyes darted around the club like she was expecting trouble. They were all drunk and getting more and more handsy. Somebody was going to get hurt.
"Back off," she said as the man leaned over the bar and tried to grab her ass.
"Come on. Don't be like that. Just a little fun." He said, reaching for her again.
"She's not here for your fun," I rounded the bar. I grabbed his arm as I stepped between him and the bar.
The man's eyes flicked to me. "Mind your business, pretty boy."
"You need to back off. She said no." I took all of my control not to break this motherfucker’s arm, but I couldn’t afford to get thrown out of the club. I tightened my grip enough to feel the bones shift under his skin and see him wince.
"It's fine. I can handle them."
Jasmine's voice was calm, but I saw the anger in her eyes. I let the man’s arm go.
"Let's go," the man said, and his buddies followed him away from the bar.
She turned to me. "What was that about? You don't even know me."
"I don't like assholes."
She looked at me. "Thanks, I guess."
I nodded.
She leaned in putting her hand on my arm. I was pissed I was wearing a jacket. I wanted to feel her hands on my skin.. "My name is Jasmine." She whispered against me hear.
I stepped back smiling and put another hundred on the bar before leaving..
Outside, the street was deserted. I stood in the shadows and waited. About fifteen minutes passed before a couple of bouncers tossed the asshole, who tried to grab Jasmine out on his ass.
"Keep your hands to yourself, fucker!" The blonde from earlier yelled over the bouncer's shoulder.
"Fuck you whore." He yelled as the door closed.
I watched as he stumbled down the deserted street and into a blind alley. There was precious little CCTV in this part of town. I pulled on a pair of black leather gloves from the pocket of my jacket and followed him. He was a dead man. Nobody touched what was mine, and Jasmine was mine. The moment I saw her I wanted her, and I always got what I wanted.
As he turned to face me, I grabbed his throat and slammed him against the wall. "Trying to touch her was a mistake," I said, before snapping his neck and dumping his body in the dumpster. Covered with trash, he'd be buried with the rest of the garbage.
I sat in my car and watched the employee exit. Eventually, Jasmine came out. She was walking with the guy Latin guy from the door. She got into his car and I felt a surge of jealousy. I followed.
They drove to a run-down apartment building. Jasmine got out of the car. The guy waited until she was inside before pulling off. Just a friend then. Something like calm replaced the anger that had been threatening to rise inside of me. I parked my car around the corner and walked back to Jasmine's building. The lock on the security door was broken.
I stepped into the dim, dingy vestibule and looked at the mailboxes along the wall. There it was Jasmine Banks 1R. So her apartment was on the first floor. A small alley separated Jasmine's building from the equally rundown one next door. I stepped into the alley, careful to stay in the shadows, even though I knew she wouldn't be able to see me if her lights were on. They were.
Through the window, I could see most of Jasmine's apartment. It was a one-room studio. Her black high heels were lying by the door, where she no doubt kicked them off before heading to her bathroom. I waited. She came into view wrapped in a blue towel, her braids in a bun. She dropped the towel, and I almost groaned. Her body was perfection. Curves and smooth brown skin that I wanted to touch. I reached down and palmed my cock through my trousers. I imagined her soft full lips wrapped around it. The way her dark eyes would look up at me.
"Fuck."
She picked up a bottle of lotion and poured some into her hand. My eyes followed every movement as she began to rub it slowly over her skin. I unzipped my pants, freeing my rock-hard cock. I started to stroke it.
