Jaxon's POV
I peered over at my car's dashboard and looked at the time. It was 7:45pm and there was still no word from Jasmine. I spoke with her right before she went into her moms house and she seemed fine. After that, I don't know what happened to her but I was completely frustrated with how easy it was for Jasmine to flip flop on how she was feeling that day.
Every call I made went straight to voicemail and every text I sent went unread. All of this left me so unsure of where I stood with this woman. I thought we were good. Especially since we had been texting and calling each other none stop since I confronted her earlier in the week. She knew the whole Marcy situation was going to be handled this weekend.
The only thing I knew right now was that Jasmine owed me one hell of an explanation for ghosting me like this.
As I gripped the steering wheel hard, I could see the blood drain from my knuckles as my hand turned translucently white. I gazed down at my phone and anxiously hoped that there would finally be some sort of response from Jas but I already knew that it was pointless. This is why I was headed straight to her house. I refused to play this cat and mouse game with this woman; especially now that I knew she was carrying my child.
It was frustrating on so many different levels because for one, every time I felt like I was making headway with Jas and we were moving 5 steps forward, she would block our progress and pull us 10 steps back. All week we were doing good. So I desperately needed to know what happened today.
This sucked even more because I planned a surprise for her and now it was completely ruined. I made dinner reservations that we missed over an hour ago.
I realized that I needed to make more of an effort to properly date Jasmine and build that trust that we were lacking in our relationship. Thinking about it, it was crazy how we went from zero to 100 without actually doing the things normal couples do like go out on actual dates. So tonight, I wanted to show her how much I valued her. I swiped my hand through my hair as I sighed out in frustration.
It was a shame that my reservation at the upscale Miami Beach restaurant, Barton G, fell through. The restaurant was known for it's crazy over the top food presentations.
(^^^Example of Barton G's food presentation)
I swear to god it felt like I had to sell off an arm and a leg just to secure our reservation and afford this dinner. But none of that mattered now.
It sucked that I felt like I was ready to put my all in for this relationship while Jasmine was willing to only give us the bare minimum. I wanted her to know that this wasn't a game for me anymore. But here we were once again. Jasmine's not answering her phone and I'm left feeling confused as hell. If she's pushing me away again, at what point do I throw in the towel and say that I'm done? I shook my head in confusion. I had to see where her head was before I made any rash decisions. I wish she would better communicate if there was a problem.
I pulled into Jasmine's driveway and observed that her car was parked outside. Thank god. I wasn't playing anymore games. I stomped up to the house; ready to figure this shit out right now.
I still had a key to her house and so I let myself inside. The lights downstairs were all off so I figured Jasmine was upstairs in her room like she always was. I didn't even knock. Knock for what?
The closer I got to Confronting Jasmine, the more my anger was building in my stomach. Jasmine was stubborn and a pain in the ass. All of which was annoying. But they were also the same reasons why I loved this woman. I shrugged to myself, some people might even call me a masochist.
As I walked in, I observed Jasmine writing in her journal. She jumped up, startled, at the sight of me.
"What the hell are you doing here Jaxon?" She asked.
What am I doing here? What am I doing here? I kept repeating her question in my head. What kind of a greeting was that. I closed my eyes very hard and inhaled deeply. I was trying to calm my nerves before I spoke up. After a moment, I felt like I was calm enough to speak without ripping her head off.
"Why have you been ignoring me all day?" I ignored Jasmines question and answered her with my own question. My voice sounded rougher than I intended. Jasmine began to bite her lips worriedly. I could see that something was on her mind. Immediately my anger waned and I knew this was more than her wanting to hide from me.
I walked more into the room and reached out to hold her hand but then I pulled back when I saw her staring at my hand intently while cringing away from me. The movement was slight but it was enough to worry me. Something was definitely up. I lowered my voice to sound more soothing. I didn't want to be the source of her pain, I wanted to be her crutch when she felt too overwhelmed.
"Babe, tell me what's wrong so that I can fix it." She finally looked at me. I mean really looked at me. She gulped hard.
"My mom knows about us." Shit! I already knew the Smith's didn't play about their daughter. I hoped she wasn't feeling conflicted because of her parents. Jasmine continued.
"And she knows I'm pregnant...by you." Jasmine crossed her arms around her midsection defensively.
"She fucking hates the idea of us as a couple. She doesn't think this thing we have going on will last. She doesn't think you could understand me as a black woman. And she doesn't think you know what it means to raise a child who would be considered black in societies eyes...."
I didn't say anything right away. To be completely honest, I didn't know what to say. This was something that was entirely new to me and out of my comfort zone. I'd never been with a black woman before. And now I found myself, not only in love with Jasmine, but having a child with her. I eventually sat down on the bed besides her.
"Baby-" I grabbed a hold of her hand in mine and was relieved when she didn't pull away from me. That was a start.
"-This is a conversation I knew we needed to have sooner or later... and I want to be completely honest with you." Where do I even begin? I thought to myself as I saw the uncertainty swimming in her eyes. I cleared my throat.
"No, Jasmine.... I can't sit here and say that I'm without biases and that I'm fully aware every time my white privilege gives me the advantage in life. And I can't sit here and say I know your experiences and I'll know my child's experiences. But what I can promise you is to try and educate myself to the best of my ability and I'm open and willing to learn from you. I can promise you that I will try and protect my family to the best of my abilities." Jasmine continued to bite her lip contemplatively.
"This might be tough." She said, more so to herself.
"It will be tough Jasmine-" I cupped Jasmine's face in my hands and leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips before continuing. "And it will be tougher if you keep letting other people dictate your happiness." I leaned in and kissed her again. "People are not going to like seeing us together. But that's when we lean on one another. I don't care if people feel uncomfortable around us. That's their problem." I kissed her one final time. A small smile began to emerge on Jasmine's face.
"You sound like you're in it to win it." I nodded my head to agree with her.
"I am, babe. But you're not making it easy. In order for us to work and for me to learn, I need you to start communicating with me instead of shutting down and shutting me out every step of the way." Jasmine sighed heavily before apologizing.
"I'm sorry Jax. It's how I cope when things become overwhelming. This is all new for me and I'm jumping from an abusive relationship and I'm now going into an interracial relationship that my parents think will fail. I'm scared of wasting my time again. And you know how much I value my families opinions. But-" Jasmine gave me a small smile. " For you, I'll try my hardest." Finally! That's all I really wanted to hear from her this entire time. I didn't even realize I was holding my breath until I exhaled heavily with relief. I just needed for Jasmine to put in more effort and I would take over from there. Jasmine leaned in and hugged me for a few moments. I savored every second of having this woman in my arms.
After a minute of just holding one another, I got up abruptly and headed to the door to leave. Confusion was riddled all over Jasmine's face as she reached out to pull me back towards her. I saw how her eyebrows creased questionably at my actions and I tried my hardest not to laugh. I knew she probably wanted me to stay but she needed to think about her actions.
"Where are you going Jax?" I didn't even hesitate in my response.
"I'm leaving." I said without any further explanation while I stretched from sitting. I couldn't help but notice how her gaze fell to my lips before she slowly gazed up to my eyes. She pouted and it was too fucking sexy. Shit! I was lucky.
"What am I going to do then Jax? These lips won't kiss themselves." She said playfully with a smirk on her face. I raised an eyebrow.
"Are you hitting on me woman?" I asked her mischievously.
"Is it working?" Jasmine took her hand and finger walked slowly up my arm. Electric currents ran through my body as I felt her soft hands caress me. I had a carnal need to rip her little booty shorts off and devour her tight little pussy with my mouth. But then I remembered why I was leaving. The original plan was to just leave her so she could think about her actions but now I thought of a better way to sweeten her punishment.
I gently pulled Jasmine up from the bed and guided her backwards towards a wall. From the wanton look on her face, I knew Jasmine wanted me; she absolutely wanted this. I kissed her lips before trailing down to her neck and sucking languidly on her special spot. I allowed my hands to roam over her breasts and curves. She felt and tasted so tantalizing. I loved how her curves seemed to fill out with a little baby weight. I glided my hand into her pajama bottoms and started to swirl my fingers around and play with her clit. I smirked against her neck; knowing all of this would send her over the edge. And right on cue, Jasmine went insane. I couldn't help but be pleased with myself. Perfect!
Still kissing her neck, I started to speak.
"Tell me what you want baby, and your wish is my command." I told her and I could feel her pussy juices soaking my hand.
"Damn Jaxon. I need you to Fuck me right now like you did before. Make me feel good." She panted out as I continued to assault her neck and pussy. Jasmine was melting in the palm of my hand.
I smirked so hard before abruptly pulling my hands out of her pants and backing away. Jasmine looked drunk in love as she tried to make sense of why I was stopping.
"What's wrong?" She asked sounding breathless and confused. I stepped back and she tried to desperately grab my shirt.
"I'm going home now, Jasmine. You need to think about your actions today. Plus it's payback from the other night when you kicked me out." I said while winking at her. She let out a frustrated groan before shoving me playfully.
"So you're gonna leave me horny as hell too punish me?! You're not that cruel! I thought you loved me??!" Ohhh, I see what she was doing there. My baby thought she was slick trying to guilt trip me. I chuckled.
"Watch me." I readjusted my hard on and walked towards the door. I could hear Jasmine mumbling under her breath every kind of insult as she called me an asshole several times. Once I reached the door, I turned around one last time with a smile still on my face.
"Oh and baby? Be ready to show up on my arm to your mothers birthday party tomorrow. And you better NOT run! You're mine now and I'm not hiding you from the world and I'll be damned if you hid this relationship." With that being said, I left.
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Marcy's POV
At times like these, I was glad I installed a tracker on Jaxon's phone.
I was beyond heated as I watched, from a distance, as Jaxon parked his car and walked into Jasmine's house. I counted down the minutes until I saw him walk out an hour later. Megan wasn't there so the only other reason he was here was because of that stupid bitch, Jasmine. I rolled my eyes and patted my growing stomach. She wasn't going to break up my happy home. It annoyed me that once again this bitch was trying to steal my man. But now I was done playing games. If she wanted Jaxon, it would come with a very heavy price for her. I warned her but obviously she doesn't take directions well.
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