"Imma give shawty what she want..." - Usher
Jazmine
"Girl come on," Cindy had draped an arm around me as she tried to tug me towards the alcohol bottle one more time, "It's your 31st birthday. The big three one, and you still don't want anything to drink?"
I sighed. I honestly just wanted to go home. I was so tired of everybody telling me who to be and how I should feel on my day. I hadn't even wanted to go out. I had been at work all day, I was irritated with Huey, and I was tired. And Cindy was shoving these awful smelling drinks torwards me like it was supposed to make me feel better.
"I keep telling you," Cindy paused for a moment to consider her words before dismissing such a notion, "That you're better off without him, Jaz."
I glanced at myself in the mirrored walls. A tight black dress, manicured toes, new high heels, long curly hair to die for, and I felt like complete and utter shit, "I know."
"So what are you going to do?" Cindy looked up at me, a sad look in her eyes.
I glanced down at my dress. Twelve years. I had been doing this for twelve years with Huey, expecting him to change. Expecting him to be somebody that he wasn't. Why was I always wanting him to be something that he was never going to be for me?
My throat closed up for a minute. My eyes welled. I looked at myself again.
You look pathetic.
The thought crossed my mind before I could stop it from invading my brain. I felt so worthless. How the hell could I have let it come to this.
"Jazmine, listen," Cindy put a hand on my shoulder, "You've had your fun with Huey, and I hate to say it, but I knew that this would happen. Ya'll just aren't compatible."
She was right. I knew that she was.
"Yeah," I sniffed before realizing that I was crying, "You're right. I- I'm so stupid."
"Look," Cindy shot me a sympathetic glance, "You're a beautiful woman. You will find someone else. Someone who's not an asshole. I don't know what you see in his ass anyways."
I nodded again before feeling completely awkward. We were in a public restaurant, our waiter was standing near us, it was my birthday, and I was crying. I could only imagine what everyone thought was happening.
"Is everything alright?" The waiter smiled at us.
Cindy nodded, "Yeah, just...bring the check."
Huey
When I heard the knock at the door, I already knew that it was her. I was a little worn out, so she would be putting in the work on my dick tonight. Birthday or not.
"Look, Jazmine," I cracked open the apartment door, "I'm not doing too much with you tonight. I'm tired-"
She shoved past me. Her heels were clicking around my apartment floor, her tight dress the only inviting thing about her, "You look. I'm just coming by to let you know that I'm done with you."
"Jazmine," I shot her a look, "We never had much to begin with."
"I never said that we did," She shrugged nonchalantly. An expression on her face that I couldn't quite piece together, "I'm just saying that fucking you isn't working for me. You act like you have me on some sort of schedule."
My eyebrows rose. Jazmine had never gotten so fresh with me before. I didn't get why she was so angry. We had been doing this for twelve years, now. Nothing was wrong with the way that things were. It's not like we were compatible outside of the bedroom, and I felt like I'd been through this with her a billion times. It just wasn't going to work.
"Well fine then," I snorted, "Go ahead and be independent like your best friend Cindy told you to. I know that Michael is cheating on her anyway. What? You wanna start a family and live in a white picket fence? Grow up Jaz. It's not gonna happen."
"You grow up," She stomped her feel and pushed back a chair against the wall, "I'm sick of you deflecting! I don't WANT to be alone and miserable like you. I want children, I want a husband, and goddamnnit I want my picket fence. Why can't you just give a damn about anyone other than yourself for once?"
I looked at her again. She looked so good. The sparkles of her eyes, the way that they seemed to beckon me closer. I knew that it was wrong to lead her on like this. She deserved so much better than a man like me. I knew that she did.
"I can never give you that, Jazmine," I was so close to her lips now, so close to winning her over, "Ever."
She was silent for a moment before nodding, "I know."
My lips covered hers as soon as they closed again. Her legs wrapped around mine, and I let out a loud hiss into her ear. I was glad that she was flexible. She'd need plenty of stamina tonight.
Jazmine
I shouldn't be doing this with him. Kissing him, letting him take off my clothes, listening to him groan in my ear. I was supposed to be moving forward. Taking charge of my life just this once. However, here I was again dealing with his shit. Just like always.
"I knew that you wanted me," Huey smirked before revealing a very wet treat for him beneath my panties. He started off teasing me. His fingers circling slowly around my clit while his breath tickled me in my most sensitive area.
"Ahhh, Hu, ohhh, ahhhh," I moaned it out. I couldn't help the grinding motions coming from my hips. The heat between us was literally undeniable, "Pl, please don't stop."
He chuckled darkly, a glazed look in his eyes as he watched me slowly lose control under his touch, "I would never."
Happy Birthday to me.
Author's note: I'm back. I probably won't be updating Hi, My Name Is Trouble because it's so blah to me now, and if I do, I'm just going to do a new story, oneshot deal for the ending that you all have been requesting me for. As for this story, I'm going to try my best to update now and again, but I'm really busy these days, so you all bear with me while I get back into the groove of things.