"When Jazmine and I signed our agreement form, we soon started having sex afterward," James started.
"And how did that go?" Huey asked.
"I'm not going to lie, I didn't enjoy having sex with her because the spark wasn't there. When we did it the first two times the passion and love were there. Other times it wasn't and that's what made our sex life boring," James answered.
"So when did you guys' sex life start getting more interesting?" Huey asked.
Once more, I was at my penthouse. Another lonely night had passed for me, and Valentine's Day only made matters worse. Now, if you don't have a partner on Valentine's Day, you're pretty much screwed since you'll be exposed to lovey-dovey relationships.
Everyone is receiving gifts, singing, dancing, getting engaged, and even having sex. I remember seeing a couple having sex on the way home.
Because people's boyfriends or girlfriends are giving them flowers at work or paying them visits in the hospital, it is even worse at work. Even hospital patients are getting a little action today.
Today, I merely remained confined to my office. I was relieved that I didn't have any patients because I would have freaked out if I had to leave and saw all the love and pleasure people were experiencing today.
I assume Jazmine is spending Valentine's Day with her boyfriend since she didn't report to work today. She had previously requested to have the day off, which made me a little angry.
I couldn't deny her request because she gets up to 17 vacation days. Since she's been here almost every day she was able to get a day off on Valentine's Day. Usually, nurses' and doctors' requests for a day off on holidays is denied because anything could happen.
But she was lucky enough to ask in advance before all the other nurses and doctors asked.
I tried my best not to think about what Jazmine and her boyfriend could be doing today. I knew they were having sex or doing something special but I didn't want to look into it. It made me upset that another man was pleasuring her and most likely doing better than me.
I heard from through the grapevine that black men are packed down there. Both within length and width.
That was probably one of the reasons why Jazmine had stuck with her boyfriend for so long. A lot of women nowadays have trouble leaving men because of their penis size. If they're small there is no way in hell they're keeping a woman. Either the woman would have to have a stress-free life or the man must be really good and bring no drama in order for her to stay.
If the guy has a decent size then women will settle for it if that's all they can achieve.
If the guy is huge then the woman is going nowhere. There are a lot of things that possibly might come with a big dick. That includes other women, kids, stress, etc. There's no telling what could happen if you get with a guy who has a big dick.
I know for a fact I don't bring drama to the table.
I surprisingly heard a knock at my door and I stopped whatever I was doing to go answer the door. I wonder who this can be!
I opened my door to be met with Jazmine who had a white teddy bear, chocolate, and wine.
"Hi!" she excitedly spoke.
"Hey!" I said stepping aside so she could enter.
She went and sat her items on the kitchen counter and turned to look at me as I closed the door.
"What are you doing here?" I asked a bit surprised.
"It's Valentine's Day!" she said as if it was obvious which it was.
"I know, but aren't you supposed to be spending the day with your boyfriend?" I asked as she softly bit her bottom lip.
"I am, but he had to work today and he's not too high on Valentine's Day like I am," she said as I cocked my eyebrow.
"Really?" I asked in disbelief.
Almost everybody likes Valentine's Day.
"He believes Valentine's Day is a scam and given our current situation he didn't think we should celebrate traditionally because we would be spending unnecessary money. So instead of taking the day off as I did, he went to work," Jazmine explained a bit disappointed.
"So, you guys didn't do anything?" I asked to be sure.
"I mean we had sex but other than that no," she said being a bit more specific.
"Okay!" I said.
"But just so you know sex is the highlighted part of Valentine's Day," I said as she gave me an unpleasing look.
"It is for men but not for women! We need a little more than sex," she exclaimed.
"Like roses, chocolate, love letters, stuffed animals, wine, handwritten songs, and expensive dinner?" I asked as she started to laugh a little.
"Yes those are all the traditional gifts on Valentine's Day but it takes a little more to close the deal," she said as I looked at her funny because she brought over a teddy bear, wine, and chocolate.
"Says the person who brought a teddy bear, wine, and chocolate! You're not getting very far in sealing the deal," I said being funny as she started giggling.
"I know, but we don't have to do anything that requires us to spend money. We can either watch tv, cook dinner, take a bath, go for a walk in the park, sleep, or just you know chill," she suggested as I smirked.
"I'm not going to hide that I like the 3rd option better than the other options," I admitted.
"I don't mind doing the third option but you gotta at least pick another one," she said.
"I don't mind watching tv," I said as she smiled.
"Okay, we're getting somewhere with this," she said.
"What do you want to do first?" she asked as I frowned at her for a second.
"I rather take a bath then get in bed so we can watch tv," I suggested.
"Right, that would be the most obvious thing to start with," she smacked her head.
"Yeah, so, how about I go start the bath and you can grab the wine and glass," I said as she responded, "On it!"
I walked to my upstairs bathroom instead of jogging because I didn't want to show any excitement.
"Is this when you found you and Jazmine's sex life more interesting or when you started to feel like Jazmine cared about you?" Huey asked wanting James to be more specific.
"It was a little bit of both," James answered.
"Okay, what other stuff happened between you and Jazmine?" Huey asked.
"I practically did stuff I never thought I would ever do for any woman," James admitted.
"Like?" Huey asked.
Growing up, I always had a hard time standing up to my parents. Whatever they say goes!
I practically didn't have any type of say growing up. I was their one and only child and I was always trying to impress them. One of the main things I hated was disappointing them.
They always had high expectations of me because they grew up to be successful doctors. Almost everybody in my family became a doctor in medicine. And my parents wanted me to go down the same pathway.
I never cared too much to be a doctor because it was never in my interest. I always wanted to be involved in criminal justice, specifically as an attorney. The feeling of trying to solve a crime was always exciting to me.
In addition, sometimes I felt people were wronged for crimes they didn't commit because the system was so fucked up. That was another reason why I wanted to be an attorney.
And if being an attorney didn't work out I wanted to be a coroner. I know the job itself is sickening to look at dead bodies all day but somehow it never bothered me. That's probably why it's easier for me to do surgery on people.
Examining a human being was fascinating!
Before I went to high school I looked into criminal justice and made sure to study before I signed up for their program. It was going to be a fresh start for me if I was able to go through with it and come out with the experience and move to college with it.
I signed up for the class and on the first day of school when I got my schedule and went to the class, I thought I signed up for I was mistaken. Instead of being in the criminal justice program, I was instead in the medical program.
I immediately went to my principal to complain about my counselors gave me the wrong program. He went through my files to inform me that I was in the medical program and I wondered how could this happen.
Then my parents came into mind since they were so high on me being involved with medicine and helping people. When I went home to ask them if they changed my program, they admitted to me they did. I asked them why and they simply responded that criminal justice does not pay the bills.
They both agreed I should do something I love instead of something damaging to the community. It confused me because I thought when you picked a career it was supposed to be something you enjoy doing.
I was furious, but I didn't argue with my parents because I knew there was no point in changing their minds. So, I stayed in the medical program and later graduated to make my parents proud.
Even with all my achievements under my belt, it's still hard to make them proud. They can never admit when I do something right because they like to protect their own self-image. We all know I'm the better doctor in the family because I achieved more in a couple of years than they did in decades.
I was visiting them this weekend because they were throwing a house party. I haven't seen them in a while so I thought it would be good to go to the party.
My mother told me to bring my wife as a plus one. She was referring to Jane but it annoyed me because I told her I divorced Jane a long time ago.
I didn't want to show up alone because I was going to be bored. I know I could just talk to my parents but we don't have a close relationship. All they like to do is invite me to their events so they can brag about me to their friends and neighbors.
My parents and I don't talk much. I don't think we can have normal conversations without it reverting back to themselves in some sort of way. I know there are other people at the party I can talk to as well but half the people there don't like my parents because of how arrogant they think I'm the same way so they avoid me.
I decided to bring Jazmine as my plus one since she had nothing to do this weekend. I'm pretty sure her boyfriend is going to be working so he won't suspect she's gone. Or he'll assume she's at the hospital working.
We're going to be staying at a hotel since we're an hour from the city. Plus, I might visit my parents depending on how the night goes.
We were upstairs in my parent's mansion. She was looking at herself in the mirror to make sure she looked presentable. For some odd reason, she was nervous to meet my parents.
I was looking down at the people talking, eating, and listening to the piano that played throughout the room. Everybody was dressed as if it was a cocktail party.
I looked over at Jazmine who was still looking in the mirror trying to fix herself up. I walked over to her and looked at her in the mirror.
"You beautiful!" I said as she looked at my reflection and smiled.
"Thank you James!" she said blushing a little.
I put my hands around her waist and sunk my chin on her shoulder. I just looked at how stunning she was.
She had on a strapless slit emerald satin ballgown. Her curly hair was combed down, she had a touch of makeup, and wore a necklace she had brought from home.
I bought her the emerald dress because I asked her to attend my parent's party at late notice. So she really didn't have time to prepare.
Jazmine turned to look at me as I stepped back. "Do I look ready?" she asked as I looked her up and down.
"You were ready a long time ago. You ready to go down to party?" I asked as she looked a bit uneasy about it.
"What's wrong?" I asked noticing something was wrong with her.
"James...can you do me a favor tonight?" she shyly asked.
"That would be?" I patiently asked.
"Can you have my back tonight?" she asked.
"For what, like a fight?" I asked a bit confused as she giggled a little.
"No, not a fight, I just want you to have my back," she simply corrected me.
"Okay!" I said as she smiled. She grabbed my hand and we headed down to the party.
I kept wondering what she meant when she asked me to have her back. She said it had nothing to do with a fight, so what was she talking about? Did she know somebody here?
Jazmine and I made our way downstairs and through the crowd to find my parents sitting at a table drinking wine. There's not that much description I can place on my parents. I look exactly like my dad, but they were a very old, fancy-looking couple that didn't have much youth left in them.
I was surprised they weren't up and talking to their guest since they were the host of the party. Jazmine and I approached my parents and when they both had seen me, I think for a second their faces had brighten up.
"Jamie you made it," my mother said getting up from her seat along with my father.
"And you brought a plus one, just as I asked," my mom said changing her tone as she looked Jazmine up and down.
"Who might this be?" she turned to look at me with the fakest smile she could pull off.
"This is Jazmine my-" I said struggling to answer. I didn't know what to refer to Jazmine as. I knew we were coworkers who had a sexual relationship but I didn't exactly know what we were. I had been getting mixed signals from Jazmine lately because it feels like we're doing more than having sex.
When we were at work we're always flirting, she's being more open with me, we go out to eat, spend quality time together, and so on. Half the time I forget she's in a relationship. She doesn't mention her boyfriend as much unless he's brought up in a conversation which is rare.
I sometimes hear her talking to her friends about it because they all like to talk about their love life. I don't have a problem with that because our affair is a secret. I just wonder what she thinks we are.
"Girlfriend! I'm his girlfriend, Jazmine DuBois!" Jazmine said finishing the introduction.
"It's nice to meet you!" she said holding her hand out as both of my parents shook her hand in somewhat of a disgusting way. My mom kind of fiddled with her hands and rubbed it on her dress my dad stuck it in his pocket.
"It's nice to meet you too, Jazmine," they both said.
It was an awkward silence between us all until my dad broke the silence," Should we all take a seat?"
"Yes!" my mom and I both answered at the same time.
"Good!" my dad said as he gently clapped his hands before taking a seat along with my mother. I decided to go pull Jazmine's seat out like the gentleman I am before taking my own seat.
Me, Jazmine, and my parents all sat in silence once again looking at the table. I didn't know what to say and I definitely knew my parents didn't know what to say either.
Jazmine decided to start off with: "I didn't know your name was Jamie."
I held my head down and cringed as she repeated my used-to-be government name.
"I didn't think you would catch on to it," I said a bit surprised.
"Can you blame me, Jamie is a girl's name," she said giggling.
"Yes, I'm fully aware of it," I said still embarrassed.
"My husband and I thought we were having a girl so we decided to name our baby Jamie," my mother exclaimed.
"Is this before or after you pushed me out?" I sarcastically asked as my mother frowned at me.
"Both!" she emphasized showing a little disappointment.
"I thought I was going to bring a little baby girl home but instead it was a boy," she said being more hurtful about it.
"So if you found out I was a boy, why not just name me James?" I generally asked.
"Because Jamie is a unisex name and James is so plain," she said as I frowned at her and rolled my eyes. What's the difference?
"Plus, I told you when you were little, that if you didn't like the name Jamie you can just change it to that plain old name James," she blabbered as she took a sip of her drink.
"And that I did," I said being smart.
"I know," she emphasized.
"So, Jazmine, how long have you been dating Jamie?" she asked emphasizing my name once again.
"Umm since late last year," she simply answered.
"Interesting...so what happened to Jane, your wife?" my mother asked being messy.
"We divorced a couple of years ago," I answered as if it was the most obvious answer, which it was.
"That's too bad, I actually liked her," my mom said looking at her drink.
"Even though she wasn't benefiting the world," my dad mumbled.
"That is true!" my mother said agreeing.
"Jazmine, what do you work as?" my mother asked.
"I'm a nurse, and I work at the same place James works at," Jazmine said also emphasizing my name which kind of made me want to laugh.
"Interesting...so you work under my son?" my mother asked a bit bothered at her own question.
"Yes," Jazmine answered.
"And I'm guessing you guys spend a lot of time together and you just started dating," my mother guested.
"Yes, that's exactly how it started," I said as my mother looked as if she didn't believe me. I looked over at my father to see if he was listening but he was clearly letting my mother do all the talking.
"Interesting," my mother said taking a sip of her drink along with my dad. They don't agree with Jazmine and my relationship.
"So, Jazmine, if you don't mind me asking, what are you?" my mother asked looking at Jazmine, confused.
"Excuse me?" Jazmine asked, taken back. She put on a fake smile but she really wanted to frown at my mother.
"I'm sorry for my wife's insensitive question, but what she really is asking is what is your race," my father implied.
My mother could have asked Jazmine that question in a more respectful way than what she just asked.
"I'm half black and white," Jazmine simply answered.
"Mulatto?" my father asked trying to be more simple about the wording.
"Yes, mulatto, but I prefer people not to use that term because it's very offensive," she respectfully said.
"My apologies, that's just how we refer to people who are white and black. Don't take it personal, it's just a common term," my father said. I slightly looked at Jazmine to see that she was offended by what my father said to her.
"Right," Jazmine disagreeably mumbled.
"You just don't look like you're fully black and white. Are you perhaps albino?" she asked as Jazmine looked at them funny.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jazmine asked dropping her fake smile.
"It's just that your hair, eyes, skin, body, and everything is so different about you that we don't see from other mulattos," my mother said being quite offensive.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Anderson but I can't control how I came out of my mother's vagina. If you have a problem with me just say that. It's not my fault I come out looking more appealing to the eye and people like you don't like that," Jazmine said in defense, shocking both my mother and father.
"Excuse me?" she said shocked still.
"Jamie, you're just going to sit and let this puffball talk to me like this?" my mother angrily asked looking over at me along with my father.
"Why should I say something when you're the one who disrespected her first with the questions and comments about her race?" I rhetorically asked as she looked taken back.
"I'm your mother, you don't let a woman like that talk to me that way," she argued.
"And I shouldn't let you talk to another woman that way, now should I?" I asked as she started to get more upset.
She and my father didn't say anything. All she did was glare at me. I already knew she did want anything to do with me and my father was behind her.
"We'll be leaving now," I simply said getting up from my seat along with Jazmine. Jazmine grabbed my hand as we walked out of my parent's mansion. When we made it to my car, the drive to the hotel was quiet.
Neither one of us made a sound as I had my attention on the road. I felt her gaze on me but I didn't give attention to it.
Things were different when we got back to the hotel. When I unlocked the door and we both entered the room and I closed it behind me.
Out of nowhere, Jazmine hugged me behind my back.
"What this for?" I generally asked.
"Thanks for having my back," she softly spoke.
"No problem!" I said.
She was rubbing her hands up and down my torso and she started to unbutton my shirt. I just smirked because I already knew where this was going.
I gently intertwine one of her hands and just smile. I'm glad I was able to say something to my parents and also have her back. It seemed like she really needed it because I can tell no one ever has Jazmine's back.
I don't know how it feels to have to go through judgment every day base on your appearance. It always seems like everybody wonders what Jazmine is and what she considers herself. Plus, she looks one of a kind, and that also makes people question her appearance.
I don't care what she looks like. I respect her appearance and her preference for herself and I don't ever try to push it.
I think she's a beautiful woman and she shouldn't care what people think about her. I personally believe it's because some of them are jealous of her appearance. Nowadays you have white people wanting to possess black features while blacks want to possess white features. And for her to naturally have those features angers some of them.
But as she said, it's not her fault she came out that way!
"You stood up to your parents for Jazmine?" Huey asked a bit surprised. It reminded him of the Brody situation only with a twist of a new ending.
"Yeah, it didn't sit right with me when they were making those comments towards her. They did the same thing with Jane but I didn't say anything," James answered.
"What made you stand up to them?" Huey asked.
"I don't know! For the first time, I wasn't tongue-tied with them. I know Jazmine and my relationship was complicated but you don't generally let someone talk to a woman like that, even if it's your own parents. Back then, in my mindset, I really thought our relationship could go somewhere," James simply answered.
Huey could slowly start to understand where James was coming from but it still didn't excuse his actions. He was more relieved that James didn't go into the dirty details about him and Jazmine but instead he was really answering his primary question.
As Huey's listening to James' side of the story, he generally seemed like a good guy at heart, but something in him snapped at the end. He was just wondering what happened to lead him to kill Jazmine.
Something between them bad had to happen in order for him to consider killing her as a primary option.
"Did you and Jazmine discuss any deep topics?" Huey asked.
"Yes, we did, and I feel that led to the climax of our relationship," James answered.
Jazmine and I had just got done having sex and we ended up walking around my penthouse half naked. She went to the kitchen to go eat something and I followed her because I had nothing else better to do.
She wore one of the button-up shirts I had on today, while I just walked around with my bottoms on. Baggy underwear is really comfortable to wear when you're at home alone.
I sat in one of my chairs at the counter as I just watched her eat Oreos. There was a lot in the package because I never ate any. I only bought them for her since that was one of the sweets I knew she liked.
I never took a liking to Oreos because I didn't like chocolate and the name weirded me out. It wasn't exactly a sweet I would eat by itself. I would have to eat something with the oreo, such as ice cream or milk. It can't just be a plain Oreo.
Jazmine looked up at me and held out an Oreo: "You want one?"
"No, I'm good," I denied as she smiled.
"You sure?" she asked once again taking one of the Oreos apart and flirtatiously licking the icing.
"I'm positive," I sighed. I was reconsidering since she did that.
I kept staring at her as she kept eating Oreos and I decided to add: "You must really like those."
"Yeah, they're sweet and salty," she said as I smirked when she said those two words.
"You know, I can always give you something sweet and salty," I said as she looked a bit confused until she caught on to me talking about my semen.
"What...no...James that is just no," she said giving it some thought.
"It's not like you haven't tasted it before," I argued as she tried to contain her laugh.
"I have tasted it and I can tell you that you're not sweet," she said shaking her head.
"I can be if you put some icing or whipped cream on it," I said making her blush.
"It wouldn't be the same. I like to eat sweet and salty stuff," she argued.
"Swallowing ain't no difference," I argued back trying to contain a laugh.
"There is a difference, you're just dirty-minded," she said as I rolled my eyes.
"I'll give you that! But since you're always in the mood for sweet and salty foods, I wouldn't be surprised if you were pregnant," I said joking around.
"Having the craving for sweet and salty foods does not mean you're pregnant," she argued.
"But pregnant women like sweet and salty foods. That's all they're ever in the mood for," I said as she sighed.
"I'm not disagreeing with you but I'm just saying I'm not pregnant," she said.
"I mean but if you are you can scratch 1 out of the 10 kids you want off your list," I said as she gave me a funny look.
"James I'm not going to have kids anytime soon. I at least want to be financially stable and move into a bigger house before having kids," she said as I could agree with her.
I drop her off at home whenever she misses the bus or her so-called boyfriend can't come pick her up. I've seen the house and it makes me cringe to look at it.
I know she and her boyfriend are teenagers and they rented it out with the little money they had, but if it came down to me either living in that house and having my own independence vs. listening to my parents and going to the college they wanted me to go to with them financially supporting me, I would have gone with the second option.
I personally think Jazmine and her boyfriend started their independence way too early. I know they both want to go to Howard University, but what's the point if you're wasting more money and time?
Let's face it, they're both dumbasses in this situation for going against their parents. They don't have any financial aid or a plan in order to pay for college. I know they're trying to save but that won't make a difference because college is expensive.
They could have simply taken another route and still save enough time and money to go to school.
For instance, Jazmine could have gone to the university Tom and Sarah wanted her to go to, be a part-time nurse so she can save money and have a little experience in the medical field, then study and have a better mindset, apply for more grants, loans, or scholarships, and when the time is right she could transfer all her credits to Howard University.
Jazmine's boyfriend, on the other hand, could have gone to a community college since those are more affordable. He can live in his grandpa's house, get a job so he can save and pay some of the bills, then also apply for grants, scholarships, and loans so he'll have money, and when the time is right he can transfer to Howard University with his credits.
It's all simple, they're just making the situation more complicated than it has to be!
"You don't care if you achieve your goal of being a doctor?" I asked cause she left that goal out.
"No, not really! I can always find a new pathway to success. I don't just have my eye on being a doctor. I thought about being a cosmetologist, farmer, or chef," she named.
"A farmer? I never suspected that of you," I said a bit surprised.
"A lot of people don't!" she said.
"You know being a farmer requires a lot of work and hands in the process?" I said trying to make her self-aware of the job.
"I know, that's where the ten kids come in. If I ever do have ten kids they can always help out," she said.
"Now that's just hard labor at that point," I sighed.
"I know it's a lot of work, but you can always trust your family to get the job done, and it also involves us being close together," she added.
"That's a good way to put it," I mumbled.
"What about you? Do you have anything else in mind other than being a doctor?" she asked as I thought about it.
"I always wanted to get involved in the Criminal Justice system," I said as her eyes widened with excitement.
"Really?" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, it was one of the things I wanted to do other than being a doctor," I said.
"Wait, if you wanted to be involved in Criminal Justice, why didn't you take any classes for it?" she asked.
"My parents wouldn't let me. They wanted me to be a doctor so I could follow in their footsteps, and I secretly despised them for that," I explained.
"Did you ever try to take it?" she asked to be sure as I nodded.
"I signed up for the program at school but my parents pulled me out and put me in the medical program. Then when I went to college, I wanted to do Criminal Justice but my parents threatened me that if I didn't take medicine they weren't going to pay for my tuition. I thought should I have a way of living as a doctor or as a homeless person? I chose doctor because I don't want to be homeless," I said going into detail.
"I get where you are coming from. I know it's late but I'm glad you had the guts to stand up to your parents," she said as I smiled a little.
"Me too! I know you're still maturing, but do you ever think about going back to them and giving in to your mistakes?" I asked as she sighed.
"No, because if I do that then that means they win! I'm always depending on my parents for everything and I think it's time for me to have a backbone for reality," she simply explained.
"A backbone?" I questioned, confused.
"Yes, a backbone! I always let them and everybody else have control over my life. They always sugar-coded things for me because they thought it was too sensitive for me to hear on my own. I didn't like it because it was too good for my own comfort. A lot of people were letting me know how privileged I was and that it was going to be too easy for me in life because of my dad's reputation and money. So, when my boyfriend made the suggestion that we should start living on our own and having our own independence I jumped on the idea without no hesitation," Jazmine explained.
"And now you're seeing how tough the world is?" I pointed out.
"Yes, but things happen. As I said before, my pathway can change at any time and I can have a new future that doesn't involve me being a doctor. Who knows, I might not want to be a doctor because it's too time-consuming and I might want to settle down and enjoy life instead of working," Jazmine said taking me by surprise.
"How do you plan to do that if you don't want to become a doctor?" I asked out of curiosity.
"I believe my mindset on business can get me somewhere and if I have the right people around me, I can settle down early and enjoy life," she said so sure of herself.
"Okay," I said. I didn't see it happening no time soon but I could be wrong.
"You ever thought about settling down?" she asked me.
"Settling down?" I re-questioned.
"Yeah cause you already made a name for yourself and you get paid a lot, you're not far from being 40 so why not settle down?" she asked as I sighed.
"My job keeps me occupied and I have no one to settle down with. I don't have a wife or kids, my friends are in other states, my parents and I don't interact enough to hang out, and I'm practically bored without my job keeping me busy," I said.
"Oh wow," she said out of realization.
"You can always adopt," she suggested.
"I like kids, but not like that. I wouldn't have an emotional attachment with them and I definitely can't handle the trauma that comes along with a child," I honestly explained.
"I see!" she mumbled.
"Jazmine," I said as she looked up at me.
I took a deep breath and asked: "If I were to settle down and try to enjoy life, would you do it with me?"
She started to think about it and then she answered: "Part of me would while the other wouldn't. I still have my own life to live and I have to make something of myself. The way I see life and the way you see life isn't the same. And I rather follow my heart rather than logic!"
"Understandable!" I said. I didn't quite get her answer because she wasn't clear on it.
I didn't know what she meant when she said she rather follow her heart rather than logic!
"How did you feel after that conversation?" Huey asked.
"I felt confused! I didn't really know what she meant when she explained her reasoning. Part of me thought she wanted to settle down with me but she was refusing to because she wanted to make something of herself and also have more mindset on the world," James answered.
"Okay, aside from the conversation, did anybody at the time know about you and Jazmine's affair?" Huey asked.
"There might have been a few people whom I was unaware of, but I knew one person who knew about my affair with Jazmine," James said.
"Who?" Huey questioned wanting to know.
"Sarah..." James plainly answered as he started to zone out.
Thank you for reading!