Wifey: Part 1

I smiled. “Jasmine, let me drive you home, and you can take a cab back over this way tomorrow for your car.”

“Nah, nah, nah, I’m good,” she replied, and then she started to make her way out of my truck.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“I’ll call you later,” I said. “And we have to really hang out next time.”

Jasmine looked at me and nodded her head. She waited for me to pull off before walking to the driver’s side door of her car.

When I reached the red light, I looked in my rearview mirror and saw Jasmine pulling off from her parking spot. I smiled and turned on the radio and then I called Nico and filled him in on how everything had gone with me and Jasmine.

My assignment had been completed.

CHAPTER 4

Jasmine

Three days after I had linked up with Mia and got the money from her, I decided to use some of it by surprising Shabazz with something he loved and was passionate about. Shabazz was the biggest boxing fan in the world. He was always talking about boxing and always watching it, so I decided to take him to MGM Grand at the Foxwoods Casino in Connecticut to watch the WBC welterweight championship fight between Ortiz and Berto.

“I knew I should’ve bet on this fight. Ortiz and his punk ass don’t got no chin. Didn’t I tell you it wasn’t gonna go past six rounds?” Shabazz asked me as we sat in a restaurant waiting for our food to arrive after the fight had ended.

I smiled and said, “You really know boxing.”

“I love it!” Shabazz replied. “I need to teach you how to throw your hands.” He playfully reached across the table and touched my chin with his hand.

“Wait until we get back in the room so we can slap-box. I’m nice with mines. Don’t sleep on me.” I joked.

Shabazz drank some of the rum and Coke he had ordered.

“So did you expect this to be your surprise?” I asked.

“Front row seats to the fight? Nah, I ain’t expect this. It was a good surprise, though.”

As soon as Shabazz finished saying that, our waitress arrived with our food. I had ordered shrimp alfredo, and Shabazz had ordered two lobsters with wild rice.

“Can I get you anything else?” the waitress asked us.

I was fine, but Shabazz took the liberty of ordering me another Hpnotiq, and he ordered himself another rum and Coke.

“You trying to get me drunk or something?”

Shabazz nodded his head once, and then he put some of his rice in his mouth.

I reached for my fork and twirled some pasta on it. I placed the food in my mouth.

“I don’t know how you eat that Alfredo sauce,” Shabazz said to me. “That shit is like eating warm milk and mayonnaise.”

I chuckled at his remark. Just then I heard my phone vibrating and reached into my bag and got it. I saw that it was a text from Mia.

Why does it seem like whenever I Really need some, my man ain’t home? Is it just me or what??? Lol. What’s up, Jasmine? Just hollering at you.

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud a little bit when I read the text. I was also actually kind of surprised that Mia would send me a text like that. We didn’t know each other all that intimately, and she seemed more like the prim and proper, conservative supermodel type.

I put some shrimp on my fork and I ate some and then I responded back to Mia’s text.

Hey girl. Trust Me, it’s not just you. Lmao. We in Foxwoods right now, can’t reall