The Professional Prostitute

Chapter Forty Four

TPP: Chapter Forty Four

*Jasmine's POV*

"Babe, I'm home!" I heard Will's voice as I pulled my hair up into a messy ponytail. "You here?!"

"Yeah, I'm in Summer's room!" I called out as I heard him moving around downstairs.

Butch and Adam had made a lot of since earlier but I couldn't bring myself to believe the two of them. Will wouldn't make that mistake again. I made it crystal clear to him that I wasn't staying around if he continued to fuck up.

I sat in the chair by the window, as I thought about everything I'd been through and how my life turned out this way. When I first came here, I never imagined things to unfold the way they did. But like the saying suggests, nothing ever goes as planned.

"How did it go?" he asked walking into the room and kissing my forehead. I didn't answer him. I just stared at him. There was something different about him. He looked worried. But what was it about? "You okay?"

"Yeah, I was just zoning out. What'd you say?"

"I asked you how'd it go? The interviews, did you find anyone?" he asked picking Summer up.

"Oh, no. They were all weird. I called Nadine and she said she can watch her while I work."

"Did you find a job yet?"

"No, I was hoping that you'd give me back my old job." I said smiling slyly.

"Come on Jas, really?" he asked kissing Summer on the nose and laying her back down in her crib.

"Yeah, I miss working. I don't just wanna be a housewife. I need something to do."

"You have something, rather someone to take care of. You should just hold off until Summer's old enough to go to school." he said turning and walking out of the nursery.

"That's what Nadine is for. She's okay with watching her."

"Summer doesn't need Nadine. She needs her mother. She's only a couple of months old anyway." he said loosening his tie from around his neck and opening his shirt.

"I'm with her all day everyday. You see her for a few hours a night and think you deserve 'Father of the Year' award?"

"I never said that, but if you really want to throw stuff in my face, yes I do think I deserve an award. I'm providing everything for Summer and you. And instead of being grateful, you're complaining. What's the difference between my money and your money? Is mine not good enough?"

"What?! You cannot be serious right now! How dare you! Me being ungrateful? What's wrong with me earning my own money? Having my own independence?"

"Independence? Is that what you're calling it?" he laughed as I fumed. He was laughing at me. "Where was all this independence when you went shopping, or went out? My black card wasn't a problem then, it shouldn't be now." he said grabbing a change of clothes.

"You know what? This is a pointless argument. I'm a grown ass woman! I don't need your permission to do shit!" I yelled as Summer began crying.

"Your daughters crying."

"You mean our daughter?"

"I'm going to shower." he said going in the bathroom. I made my way into Summer's room and rocked her to sleep.

I sat in there for a hour before I left the room. I was so pissed with Will, I didn't even want to see his face. I peeked over the stairs and saw him sitting on the couch eating a bowl of cereal. I went into the bedroom and picked up my cell phone. Scrolling through my address book, I clicked on Sammie's number. I hadn't spoken to her in a long time, so I decided to send her a text.