CHAPTER 66

I froze. 'Are you certain that you hate me Jasmine?" he asked in my ear and I shivered. His lips got closer and closer to my neck and when he met it, he traced his tongue lightly along. 'What are you doing?" I asked, but I wasn't objecting it. I'll soon wake up and see this was another dream about him. He didn't answer. His hold on me got firmer and he guided me backwards onto his bed. 'Evan," I said again as his hands undid the buttons to my T-shirt. His mouth crashed down on my lips. Using his tongue to open my mouth, he wrapped his tongue with mine. Fireworks lit in me again and I wrapped my hands around his neck, locking him closer to me. He removed my T-shirt and tossed it on the floor before kissing me hungrily again. 'I miss you," I said in his open mouth. 'Shhh. I'm right here." We kissed again and just as it was about to escalate, his phone rang. He ignored it at first but then it rang again and kept on ringing. 'Maybe you should get that," I said. He let out a sigh and picked up his phone. 'Hi. How are you? When? Okay. Guess I'll see you soon." I caught his end of the conversation and it didn't take a genius to figure out who he was talking to. I picked up my T-shirt, put it back on and got off the bed. 'Umm..." he began. 'It's okay. I already know what you're going to say. You're just going to apologize for this happening. Save you the words, I already know." He raked his fingers through his hair and gave me a sympathetic look. I walked out his bedroom. I really wished I was dreaming but I wasn't this time. But why the hell did he kissed me? Does he still have feelings for me? Jasmine's POV 'I can't take this shit ANYMORE! You must be thinking that I'm some goddamned prisoner in this maximum security hellhole! I told you that I'm leaving and that's exactly what I'm going to do whether you like it or NOT!" I had reached my breaking point with Evan Hollen. He wasn't interested in forgiving me and starting over and I was no longer interested in playing house with his ass. I stuffed my bags with clothing and items I had previously brought for myself with his money. 'Jasmine, why are you leaving?" 'I'm leaving because I want to move on. I want my own life which doesn't have to revolve around you!" I continued packing up my things. Everything my hands fell on, it was stuffed into a bag or a suitcase. 'Oh so you're leaving because you want to run into the arms of another man with my child inside of you? You want to start dating again? Well go on ahead! I'm not going to argue with you anymore about this. I'm tired as well. It's always something with you black women." Oh no he didn't! 'You black women?" I repeated his words, stopped packing and turn my attention to him. 'You know, you would say that. Your rich spoil ass thinks that everything should be your way and everyone has to bow down to you. We, black women are powerful beyond measures and we don't need to depend on a man to take care of us. We know how to make it no matter the circumstances! I don't need you, Evan. I know how to make it. I've been doing that my whole life." I resumed my packing while he stood speechless against the bedroom door in the guest room I occupied. 'Jasmine, please don't leave. I want to be there for you and the baby. I'm sorry, okay," he sympathetically said and stepped closer to me. 'Don't even try. I'm tired. I want to go home and be with the people who actually loves me and cares about me. Can you please have Fisher take me home?" I had finished packing and I wanted to leave immediately. 'Fine!" he said with a frown and left the room. I flopped myself down on the bed and calmed myself down. I had been working myself up in a fit again which wasn't good for the baby one bit. 'Mommy's sorry. She'll take it easy from now on," I said to the baby. 'Fisher isn't available right now so I'll take you home," Evan said as he came back into the room. I heaved a long sigh and grabbed the lightest bag while he took the other stuff to his car. I followed him silently behind. 'If you need anything for yourself and the baby, just please call me," he said as he pulled up to the pavement of my apartment, 'Jasmine." 'What?" 'Did you hear what I just told you?" 'Yes. I'll call you if I need anything for the baby. I can take care of myself." Zenia hopped down the stairs and ran up to the car. 'You're back," she said cheerfully, half opening the door for me. 'Hi Evan." 'Hi Zenia," he answered her and gave a small wave and a shy smile.