Wifey: Part 2
Jasmine smiled. “Why would that be such a dangerous recipe?”
“Because that would make you my weakness.”
Jasmine told him she was in nursing school and stressed out because she had to withdraw because of surgery on her hand and neck.
“Wow!”
Jasmine was thankful that he didn’t ask her what the surgery was for. Then Derek looked at her hand and asked her if she was married.
“Nope,” Jasmine replied, and then she asked Derek if he could watch her bag for her while she went to the bathroom.
Jasmine got up and went to the bathroom, where she pulled out her cell phone and quickly logged on to Google and typed in the words “Derek McGee Green Bay Packers.” Jasmine clicked on the second listing, which clearly showed a headshot of the same Derek she was sitting with at the bar. She scrolled down and read about him being a top wide receiver and signing a twenty-million-dollar contract extension with thirteen million dollars guaranteed last summer.
Jasmine was convinced that he was no fraud. She had just used the bathroom on the plane, so she didn’t need to relieve herself, but she did wash her hands before exiting the bathroom and making her way back to the bar area.
“Everything good?” Derek asked.
“Yup,” Jasmine replied and then joked and told Derek that he better had not put anything in her drink.
“So back to what I was asking you, do you have a man?”
“Something like that.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you know how y’all niggas do—Can’t keep your dick in your pants. So every time I think I got the man of my dreams and everything is all good, he ends up fuckin’ somebody else. Remember what you just said about having way too much fun? Yeah, well, all my men always seem to still be in the having-way-too-much-fun mode.”
Derek laughed. He ordered another Red Bull and rum, and Jasmine ordered another coco-loco.
“Derek, you want to open a tab, baby?” the sexy female bartender with over-spilling cleavage asked.
Derek shook his head and reached in his pocket and pulled out a bankroll of hundred-dollar bills. He handed a crisp Benjamin Franklin to her and told her to keep the change. And in the process Jasmine’s pussy began to throb. Liquor and a cute guy with money was usually what made her pussy jump, and it was twitching and ready to jump out of her pants. Jasmine hadn’t had any good dick in weeks, and she was jonesing for some quality dick, which Derek appeared to have.
“So you got no man, and where’d you say you were from? New York?”
Jasmine nodded. She was buzzing like crazy from the two drinks and couldn’t stop smiling at Derek.
Derek had been around every type of chick imaginable, and he knew he could smash Jasmine that night if he wanted to, which was just what he planned on doing. “New York girls are trouble,” he remarked.
“No, we’re not.”
“So you really have no man, you came out here to see nobody?”
“I told you, I was just stressed and I had to withdraw from school, so I decided to just fly out here and chill for a few days and clear my head.”
“So where are you staying?”
“At the Wynn Resort.”
“Okay.”
Derek, originally from Las Vegas, had just flown into town to visit his parents. He had a home in Las Vegas, but he didn’t want to take Jasmine there without knowing what she was really about.
“So if we leave here, I can go back with you to the Wynn?” Derek asked, testing her.
Jasmine didn’t respond with words. She just looked at Derek and slowly nodde
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