Page 30 of Nightstalker

Linc looked like I slapped him. His face grew stormy and he was angrier then I had ever seen him.

“You shitting me? You have got to be fucking shitting me! That’s how you want to play this Jasmin? That last night I took advantage of you? That last night you were not with me every step of the way? Please tell me you are fucking shitting me, because last night I had my woman in my bed, her legs spread wide while I ate her pussy and fed her my dick and she was fucking with me. Every God damn step of the way.” He had inched his way towards the bed, and I started to scrambled back. “I know you are hurt. I get why. I know you are pissed off. Again, I get that too, but do not be a bitch. Do not for one fucking second try and play like last night did not mean something, because if you do, you are a God damn liar.”

“Oh that’s rich coming from you. First you call me a bitch then a liar. Hello pot, meet kettle. And Fuck you, what happened last night will never happen again. I was upset and weak and you were a warm dick. That’s all Lincoln. I am not your woman.” I almost choked on my lie.

I could not stop the verbal vomit from spewing out of my mouth. I wanted to hurt him as much as I was hurting. In my mind this was all his fault, my life was perfect until he rolled in two days ago. Now I had turned soft and weak, letting some man tear down the walls I had spent a lifetime building.

“Careful, Jasmin,” he warned.

“Or what? What is big bad Lincoln, Ghost, Parker going to do? We have already established that if you touch me again I will kick your ass and now that I have fucked you I am done. You should’ve held out longer, not given me your dick so quick if you wanted to hold some semblance of control.” Why would my mouth not shut up?

Why could I not stop? I was poking one pissed off bear but I could not make it stop. My mouth was just saying shit I did not mean. I wanted him to wrap me up tight and keep me safe. I wanted to give all this shit going on over to him. I needed his strength, but inside I fortified my walls and pushed him out. I was saying the most ridiculous shit just to make sure I pushed him far enough out he would not want to come back.

His eyes came up and met mine. They were spitting fire. Shit and damn. I went too far.

“That’s how you’re going to play this? That all last night was some quick dick for you? You wanna blame me and push me away, I’ll give you that play. But Jasmin, you better hear this and hear it well. Woman you have about five seconds to cool your jets and rethink that play, because when I walk out that door I am done,” he warned.

Cue my fucking mouth. “How big of you. I don’t need five seconds. I’ll take my five orgasms and be done. Don’t worry about leaving, I’m out!” I jumped off the bed and started past him. His arm shot out and grabbed my wrist as I walked by.

His face was stone and his eyes looked vacant. Yup, I’d pushed too far. “It was all for you, Sweet Jasmin. Good bye.” With that very well placed parting shot my heart shattered into a million pieces.

I waited until I heard the slam of the door before I broke down. I would give myself this, this one moment of weakness. White hot rage consumed me and I slammed my fist on the wall. Swiping everything off the dresser, I watched as it shattered on the floor. I looked at the broken pieces; not so unlike my life… broken and shattered.

“FUCK!” I roared.

The door flung open so hard it crashed into the wall behind it with a loud bang. Fuck it, what was one more hole in the wall? Z stomped in the room looking as furious as I felt.

“You done?” That is what this asshole had to say to me.

“Go to hell!” I was in no mood to play games.

“I’m already there, Jasmin. Get your ass out here so we can finish.” With that, Z turned and left.

Why did that hurt so bad? My heart literally hurt. I felt like in the last 24 hours I had found out my entire life had been a lie. My parents, my dad, my uncle, and now even my team. I had lost every one of them. It was time to get this shit over with and get the fuck off this peninsula. I needed to get home and pack my shit. California sounded good; somewhere warm and sunny where people just wanted to mind their own business. Maybe I’d take up knitting and never leave my house. I hated people. They always fucked you over.

“Where’s Linc? I wanna get this shit done. I’m sure all you have a mission to brief and I want out of here,” I stated with absolutely no emotion in my voice. There was nothing left.

“He went outside for a smoke. I need you to promise me something before we start.” Z had regained his composure, his voice much like mine; devoid of any real emotion.

“What’s that, LT?” I sat down on the couch, suddenly exhausted from my emotional outburst.

“First, I need you to promise me that we will talk after we are done,” Z requested. That was simple. I would still have to go to the office and hand in my resignation and clear out my locker. That was an easy promise.

“Sure thing, LT.” I was lifeless, just going through the motions. I simply did not care.

“OH fuck, I think he broke her,” Eric chimed in. I didn’t even have energy for a comeback. Fuck him.

The door slammed and I nearly jumped out of my skin. My nerves were frayed. All of my senses were on overload. God damn, this sucked. I just want this over with!

Zane placed a laptop on the table in front of me. What the fuck did I need a laptop for? Did he want me to type up my resignation right now?

“Jasmin, before we play you this video, I need to warn you that it is pretty fucked up. If at any time you need to stop, we will. You need to watch it from start to finish,” Z stated.

What the fuck was going on? I looked at Eric, then my uncle, and finally Linc. I must have entered the twilight zone. They all had the same look on their faces. This was bad. Really fucking bad. I didn’t think I could take it. I glanced at Linc one last time, wishing that I was in his arms; I needed him so God damn bad. What the fuck had I done? He was staring at me like he didn’t know me, like we had not spent hours in each other’s arms. I had lost him. With a handful of careless and hurtful words I had succeeded in pushing him so far out he didn’t even want to know me. Zane was acting like I was an IED he needed to defuse. Maybe that was what I was now, a ticking bomb waiting to explode and take out countless people.

I needed to pull my bitch boots up and stop acting like a sniveling bitch. Enough with the theatrics and bullshit. Man the hell up, Jasmin.

“I’m fine, Zane, just play the video you want me to watch.” Hurt flashed in his eyes. I hardly ever called him Zane, he was Z or LT. Too freaking bad. Join the butt hurt club, asshole, membership was free today.