mine down on the couch and then went and made her a nice breakfast that included grits, eggs, sausages, and toast.
Jasmine’s stomach was feeling queasy from the liquor, so she wasn’t able to really eat the food, but the nibble made her feel better.
“Gosling, what am I doing here? What are we doing? What did we do?” Jasmine shook her head, hoping she could just snap her fingers and then be on an island somewhere far away from all the constant stress and drama in her life.
“Just relax. You done with your food?”
“Yeah. I can’t eat any more of it, but thank you.”
Jasmine took it on her own to walk over to the couch, where she lay down.
“You want to take a shower? Or you can go upstairs and lay down in my bed.”
“No, I’m okay. I just want to lay here for about a half hour, and then I need you to take me back to my car.”
Gosling told her he would do that. He then left Jasmine on the couch and went to his cabinet in the kitchen. He pulled out a brand-new bottle of vodka. Then he went into the medicine cabinet in his bathroom and got his bottle of Viagra, took out a pill, popped it into his mouth, and swallowed it.
With the liquor and the Viagra in his system, Gosling was more than ready to fuck, and he wasn’t waiting for Jasmine to wake back up. He went to her on the couch and quietly and carefully lifted up her skirt, pulled her panties down, and started to lick on her clit.
Jasmine woke up startled. “What are you doing?” She tried to push him away, smelling the liquor on his breath.
“Let me fuck you one more time?”
Jasmine rolled her eyes, took of her panties and her skirt, and she just lay there, determined not to put any effort into fucking Gosling because she didn’t want him getting hooked and then calling her every day for some pussy.
Gosling didn’t need Jasmine’s assistance. He took off his pants, and the Viagra had his dick standing at attention. He spread Jasmine’s legs open and entered her missionary-style, pumping his dick in and out of her for five minutes straight.
Jasmine could feel Gosling about to come. “Remember what I said—Don’t come inside me.”
She was hoping he would hurry up and get his nut because she could see sweat forming on his brow. The last thing she wanted was for some of his sweat to drip down on her.
Thankfully Gosling pulled his dick out and came before he really started sweating.
After fucking Jasmine for the second time, Gosling was on cloud nine and felt like he was on top of the world. It made her feel dirty, like she was the scum of the earth.
Jasmine was no longer feeling like she had to throw up. Although she was physically feeling better, emotionally she was feeling like shit because she felt like, by letting Gosling fuck her, it was only going to make her feel guilty whenever she saw Homicide. She didn’t want to cheat on Homicide, and yet she was feeling like that was exactly what she had just done. Though she had confessed some of her past sins to Homicide, she was certain that confession time was over. There was no way she was going to tell him about what she did with Gosling.
Jasmine’s feeling of guilt was a small thing compared to the sheer panic she was feeling while she was walking out of Gosling’s house. She suddenly remembered exactly what had happened when she’d confronted the officers.
Her drunkenness had caused her to scream out in front of Simone that she was working with the federal government. Jasmine knew she’d fucked up. Now she was trying to figure out just how to fix her fuck-up. There was no way Simone was going to keep that information under wraps.
Forty-Five
Nico didn’t know about Jasmine’s SoHo apartment. He also didn’t know exactly how much time she had been spending away from the house they shared together. So it was easy to see how he found it strange that she had supposedly gone out with Simone, and at close to seven-thirty in the morning, she still hadn’t come back.
What’s up with the snitch?—That was Mia’s text to Nico, which actually woke him up and made him realize that Jasmine still wasn’t home.
Nico didn’t respond to it. He didn’t need another lengthy lecture or a bunch of texts from her re-explaining why she was so sure that Jasmine was snitching.
Nico had his own brain, and he had a plan for how he was going to set up Jasmine and test her to see if she was snitching. If she failed, he was going to make her life a hell she had never imagined she could experience. He was going to first murder both of her parents before killing her.
Nico couldn’t wait around for Jasmine to come home because he had moves to make. He was going to go see BJ in the hospital, and after that, if he hadn’t heard from or seen her, then he would call her and find out where she had been all night long.
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While Nico was on his way to Jamaica Hospital to see BJ, Jasmine was on the elevator heading to her apartment. When she unlocked her door and walked in, the loft was very quiet, and although it was still early in the morning, she initially thought that Homicide wasn’t there. But when she walked into her bedroom, she found him sleeping in her bed. Jasmine was surprised to see him there, because he always fell asleep in the living room watching sports.
“Babe, wake up. Baby, I have to tell you something,” Jasmine said while she shook Homicide.