The Professional Prostitute

Chapter Forty Eight (Part 1)

Chapter Forty Eight (Part 1)

'We found love in a hopeless place, we found love in a hopeless place, we found love in a hopeless place, we found love in a hopeless place!'

My cell phone rang rather loudly, disturbing me from my sleep. One of Sean's arms lay under my neck, while the other held me tight against his chest. I lift my body up a bit, stretching out my arm to retrieve my phone from off the side table. It was Will.

"What?" I asked coldly, picking up.

"Can I have my daughter for some time too?"

"No. Go spend some time with Charlotte and your other child."

"Jasmine." he said sounding defeated.

"Will." I replied sarcastically, not caring about his mood. He sounded like something heavy was weighing on his heart, but it was nothing I cared to know about. Too bad it sucked for him. I'd had enough with him and his shit. He always got his way and it was time I put my foot down.

"There is no other child, Jas. Whoever attacked Charlotte killed him." he breathed out a deep sigh.

For some reason, I felt terrible. I knew this was hard for him to deal with. As upset as I was about him even having another child, I found myself wanting to be there for him, especially after he was there for me when I needed help. But I couldn't look like the fool once again. I wasn't falling for his trap.

"I'll have Nadine bring Summer over later. But I want her back first thing tomorrow morning before you go to work."

"I'm not going to work until Wednesday. But fine. And can you come? I really want to talk."

"I'll think about it. Bye." I said ending the call and laying back down. I tried my best to nuzzle closer to Sean without disturbing him, but failed terribly.

"So, you plan on patching things up with lover boy, huh?" Sean asked clearing his throat.

"No."

"I hope not. Especially after last night." he said kissing the back of my neck. It sent chills down my spine and aroused me.

"You wanna go again?" I asked rolling over on top of him as he laughed.

"Later you little freak. Go take a shower. I'll meet you downstairs for breakfast." he said kissing me and getting out of the bed. I watched as he pulled on his boxers and grabbed up the rest of his clothes before leaving my room. I got up and attempted to walk to the bathroom. I say attempted because my body felt as if I had ran a marathon. My legs were sore and achy, my vagina throbbing and my head pounding with a headache. I took an Advil before getting in the shower and getting dressed.

"Why does it smell burnt down here?" I asked walking down the stairs and into the kitchen, where the guys and their girls were all laughing.

"Butch failed at making breakfast. Bacon?" Sean asked handing me a piece of something that was as black as a piece of construction paper.

"I'll pass." I laughed, noticing the way Adam was focused on my neck. "Adam, you okay?"

"It looks like I should be asking you that." he giggled as everyone looked at me. The girl who spent the night with Butch, opened up her mouth so wide as if there was something serious going on.

"Um, what happened to your neck?" she asked as everyone froze, noticing whatever was there. I looked over at Sean who dropped his orange juice on the floor.

"Sean, what is it?" I asked as he fought back the urge to smile. I was going to kill the guys if they played another prank on me.

"I think you should go see for yourself." he laughed, as everyone looked between the two of us weirdly.