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Later on that night, I had BJ drive me to pick up Jasmine. We drove in BJ’s black Escalade along with our other man LaQuan. BJ drove, LaQuan sat in the front passenger seat, and I sat in the back. When we reached Jasmine’s house, I called her and told her we were outside. Catching me off guard a little bit, Jasmine asked me if I could come inside and meet her parents. I didn’t really want to, but I did it anyway.
“Yo, I’ll be right back,” I said to the fellas as I exited the truck and made my way to Jasmine’s front door.
“Hey, babe.” She kissed me on my cheek before letting me i
n and ushering me into her kitchen.
“Mom and Dad, this is Nico. Nico, this is my mother and father.”
“Nice to meet you both.” I shook her mother and father’s hand.
Her dad looked a lot like the father from the old Will Smith Fresh Prince television show, and her mother looked a lot like the dancer Debbie Allen. Only, Jasmine’s mom had much lighter skin.
“Nico, my dad is Councilman White’s Chief of Staff, and I was telling him that on Thursday we’re going to a political fundraiser event.”
“Oh, so you’re into the political game?” I said. “Now I see where Jasmine gets all of her political and economic wisdom from.”
Both of her parents laughed. Her father then asked me if the event I was going to was being held at the Sheraton Hotel in Manhattan.
“That’s the one,” I replied.
Her father then nodded his head and slowly looked me up and down.
Jasmine’s mom said, “Well, we’re not going to keep you two. We know you’re on your way out.”
“We’ll have to invite you over for dinner.” Her father stood back up from the kitchen table and shook my hand.
“Definitely,” I replied. “I would like that. Just let me know when.”
Jasmine took me by the hand and led me toward the front door.
“OK, Mom, so we’re leaving now.”
Her parents both told us to be safe and to have fun, and we exited the front door.
“Sorry about that. I gotta get outta that house. They stay in my business,” Jasmine said to me.
“Nah, that’s cool. It’s good your parents are still together, and they look happy, and they seem cool. You lucky. A lot of people wish they had that. I wish I had had that.”
We both got into the truck, and I introduced Jasmine to LaQuan, since she already knew BJ.
“Nice to meet you,” Jasmine said to LaQuan.
LaQuan made a joke about his name, and Jasmine laughed. Then she told him not to worry, that she was good with names.
“You look good,” I whispered in Jasmine’s ear. “Keep that pussy wet for me.”
She smiled and looked at me and nodded her head. I was definitely impressed that she was coming across very reserved and ladylike, similar to Mia’s disposition, and not once did she seem like she was only twenty years old.
I whispered in Jasmine’s ear, “We gotta go shop for that X6 next week.”
Jasmine had been playing her position perfectly, so I wanted to at least reward her for going through with the hit on Shabazz.
“Stop playing,” Jasmine said to me.
“I’m dead-ass.”