by Romi Hart
After a few minutes, I saw her sprinting across the intersection, her raven hair floating behind her. My stomach dipped at the sight of her, excited that she was there and we were moments away from finally being together.
Jasmine climbed into my Range Rover, breathless. She’d ditched her chef coat revealing a tight white tank top underneath. The rise and fall of her breasts peeking over the top of the tank top’s low neckline enchanted me.
Strapping the seat belt around her, the cross strap laid snug between her breasts pressing them down, making them look even more enticing. I fantasized holding those soft fleshy mounds in my hands while my mouth kissed them. Jerking me out of my fantasies, Jasmine pecked me on the cheek with urgency. “Alex, let’s go! Hurry!”
I roused myself from my trance and drove us to my apartment with my cock rigid underneath my jeans. Forcing myself to concentrate, I tapped off NPR on my iPhone. People talking about sex, even if in a clinical sterile manner, and Jasmine sitting next to me with that white little tank top almost made me explode in my pants.
As we drove, Jasmine noticed my stiff dick rising from my lap. From the corner of my eye, I saw her bite her bottom lip as she looked at it. Her hand naughtily petted my eager cock. “You’re hard for me already?” she murmured.
“I’ve been hard for you since I met you.” I yelped while she unzipped my pants reaching in for my excited dick. Glancing over, I saw her lick her full red lips causing me to inadvertently swerve. I composed myself quickly, steadying the car and focusing on the road.
We were five minutes from my apartment. If Jasmine kept going, I’d surely blow my load all over the steering wheel. I grabbed her hand with my own. “If I let you stroke me, we will definitely get in an accident.”
She smiled. “Okay.” She bit her bottom lip again, looking down at my giant cock. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
I rolled down my window to feel cool air on my face. The next five minutes driving home were torture. I wanted Jasmine so badly my teeth ached.
When we finally got to my apartment, we tore each other’s clothes off as soon as we stepped inside. I laid Jasmine down on my bed, gently spreading her legs open with my hands. My body quivered with anticipation as I kissed her body from her nipples down the curve of her waist and then further down between her legs.
Spreading open her soft pussy lips with my hands, my tongue lapped at her clit. Her moans were richly sensual, purring out from between her lips. “Feels so good, Alex!” When I licked harder and faster and slipped two thick fingers into her wet pussy, she quivered, softly murmuring, “Oh my God.”
Determined to have her come around my fingers, my tongue circled her clit with tenacity while my fingers dipped deeper inside of her. Her body shuddered even more. Finally, she breathlessly uttered, “I’m coming, Alex!” Her body jerked up and back as her pussy squeezed my fingers with force.
I grabbed a condom quickly, rolling it down over my thick cock. Jasmine pulled me to her with sultry eyes. I kissed her softly, loving the way her bare breasts felt against my chest. Gripping my cock tightly, she guided it into her dripping pussy. I pushed inside her, feeling her warmth and tightness.
She gasped faintly. I stopped pushing, worried I had hurt her. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, encircling her arms and legs around my body. “Keep going. It feels good.”
I thrust gently in and out of Jasmine’s tight little box, wanting to savor the deliciousness of it. Extending my arms to hover and see Jasmine’s face, I watched as each time I plummeted my heavy cock inside her, her face twisted in pleasure.
She looked up at me with her pretty brown eyes. She looked so beautiful and sexy with her dark hair falling around her plump breasts, the pink nipples protruding between the strands of hair.
Pushing into her deeper, Jasmine responded with louder moans. “Alex! Alex!” The sound of her voice smothered in sexy breathlessness was too much for me to take. I came with force groaning loudly and squirting my load into the condom.
Collapsing beside Jasmine, I took her into my arms. “I’ve fallen in love with you, Jasmine.” I held her close to me, our sweaty bodies satisfied and spent.
In a dreamy whisper, she said, “I’ve fallen in love with you too, Alex.”
We grinned at each other, both of us feeling the tug of sleep. Happy to have Jasmine in my arms, I closed my heavy eyes. I wanted the night to last forever as we fell asleep blissfully in each other’s arms.
Jasmine
The next morning, my iPhone woke me with a jolt. Groggy from a long deep sleep my body needed all week, it took me a few moments to realize my terrible blunder. In horror, I saw my father’s name flashing on my iPhone screen. Too terrified to do anything, I stared at the screen in shock, not even tapping the ignore button, just staring at the screen while it rang.
As soon as the call was sent to voicemail, I opened my phone to find my father had already called me 36 times that morning. 36 times. The first call was at 5:12 AM. My heart leapt out of my throat when I saw that it was already 12:19 PM. I’d missed morning prep for brunch. Brunch had started nineteen minutes ago.
How could I have been so irresponsible?
In my exhaustion, I had slept right through my alarm. I had never overslept before in my life, not even a single day in the first weeks after my mom had left. She had been my alarm clock for school. When I woke myself up naturally without the need for a clock or a mother, I comforted myself that there was one less thing I needed my mom for.
Every morning, I’d wake Joseph up, who as a child, was not a morning person. It took fifteen minutes of shaking him, turning on the lights, and finally splashing water on his face to get him out of bed. He, a couple years younger than me, needed a mother, and I stepped in as best I could to fill that role.
Panic rose up from the stomach into my chest as I looked at how many voicemails my father had left. There was no way I could handle listening to his disappointment and betrayal that would surely be in his voice. My mind jumbled, trying to figure out how to fix the situation.
Joseph had sent me a slew of texts. The first one at 5:20 AM.
-Where R U?-
-Dad is pissed!-
-Jas, R U ok?-
-I’m getting worried…-
-What are you doing???-
-WTF. You’re freaking me out. You ok?-
-Text me ur ok!-
-Hellooooo!!!-
Feeling terrible for lying to my dad and little brother, I stopped scrolling through Joseph’s texts. They were worried about me, probably thinking I was dead somewhere in a ditch. I’d never spent a night away from home. As a little girl, I adamantly refused the invites for sleepovers, too worried about who would make breakfast for my dad and brother in the morning.
Who would wake Joseph up? Who would make my father’s espresso in the morning? Who would make sure Joseph was dressed properly for the weather?
I tapped my screen to text my little brother back. Suddenly, my phone rang again. As if it had burst into flames, I threw it down onto the comforter still staring at the screen: DAD.
My dad was most likely worried and upset, but since those were complex emotions, he would just be furious.
Alex woke up just then, rubbing his eyes and groaning. “What’s going on? Who keeps calling?”
Abruptly mute, I just pointed to the phone with my hand clasped around my mouth. Alex looked at the screen: DAD. His eyes popped open, fully awake. He sat up with a resolute look on his face. “Just tell your dad I will take you home right away.” My phone continued to ring, each ring intensifying my anxiety. My nausea felt like it would soon turn into actual vomiting. Alex picked up the phone and handed it to me. “Also, tell him I need to talk to him, man to man.”
What was Alex talking about? Talk to my father? That definitely could not happen.
Alex’s ridiculousness snapped me back to reality. I grabbed the phone and answered. I strained my voice to sound nonplussed. “Hello? Dad?”
; My dad’s bellowing voice thundered into my ear. “Where the hell are you? Joseph told me you were sick and asleep in your room. But guess what?” I cringed at his rhetorical question. “You weren’t in your room this morning.”
“Dad…” I stammered.
My father continued hammering into my ear. “Do you know how worried I’ve been all morning? Do you know how many times I’ve called Shands Hospital? Every hour! Asking if you’re there: dead, unconscious, or maimed!”
When he took a breath, I finally edged in a few words. “Dad, I was feeling better after a good night’s sleep so I got up early for a run.”
He grumbled, “Why didn’t you answer your phone?”
"I had my phone on ‘Do Not Disturb.' I hate being interrupted when I'm running. I just forgot to turn it back off."
My father grunted into the phone. I knew my father’s grunts well. This grunt meant, “Oh, okay.”
To add believability to my lie, I casually added another one, “Is everything okay? Joseph told you I’d be staying home today, right? I’m feeling better, but I just don’t want to get anyone else sick at the restaurant.”
I could hear as my father shifted positions on the phone. He was most likely pacing in his den. “Yes. Everything is okay. Your brother didn’t tell me that.”
“Ok. I’m just at CVS right now to pick up some maxi pads. Do you need anything?” At the mention of womanly troubles, my father always retreated quickly.
On cue, my father mumbled into the phone, “No. See you at home.”
As soon as my father was off the line, I scrambled out of bed hastily, trying my best to ignore Alex’s irate expression. Retracing my steps from last night, I searched for my clothes. I picked up my bra and tank top in the hallway. Alex followed behind me, fuming. “When are you going to start standing up for yourself?”
Clasping my bra, I did my best to hold in my own simmering anger. Coolly, I responded, “It’s not the time to talk about this.” I continued on the search for my clothes.
Alex stepped in front of me, grabbing my black work pants off the living room floor before I could get to them. “How long do you think you can go on like this? Working yourself to death? Hiding from your father that fact that you’re in college?”
Ripping my pants from his grip, I turned away from. “Until I graduate.”
Alex flung his hands in the air in frustration. “That is ridiculous!”
I snatched up one of my socks that was somehow dangling from a ceiling fan blade. "You don't understand the entire situation, Alex. You don't know my father."
Alex talked over me, determined to get out whatever was on his mind. “And only spending less than an hour a day with each other? Seriously, is that all you can ever give me? What kind of relationship is that?”
I saw my other sock next to the coffee table. Leaning down to pick it up, I said, “That’s all I can give you right now.” I scanned the room for my shoes. “And you knew what you were getting into, Alex.”
He stepped around to face me. The fury in his eyes washed over with calm. “That was before I fell in love with you.”
I released a frustrated sigh. “I love you too.”
He lifted my chin with his hand. “But I want more.”
He wanted more? Couldn’t he see I was doing the best I could to make everyone happy? How could I give more to anyone?
I pushed away his hand and went back to getting dressed. “I want more too, but you don’t understand. There is no way I can be independent right now. I have to follow what my father says. He’s the one who puts a roof over my head and food in my stomach.”
Alex folded his arms defiantly. “That doesn’t mean he can rule you like he does.”
Alex’s arrogant opinion annoyed me. “It does mean that. He gives me a car to drive and money to spend.”
“He forces you to work for him. Can’t you see how unfair that is?”
“He is not forcing me, Alex! You have no idea what my father has gone through to take care of us. El Buey is part of our family’s very fabric. I care about the restaurant and the family business.” The elevated volume of my voice surprised me, but I was livid. “El Buey isn’t some cute mom and pop restaurant. It’s Michelin starred! Do you even know what that means?”
Alex stormed out of the living room into his bedroom. “No! I don’t know what the means! Michelin? Like the tires? That doesn’t make any sense!”
I bit my tongue. There was no use in fueling the fire of this fight. I knew Alex meant well, but he needed to understand his meddling in my family affairs was not going to make things better for anyone. There was so much more texture to our family’s dynamics than what he was seeing on the surface and there was no time to explain it to him.
We rode in silence on the way to my house. Alex’s forehead was creased with irritation. Wanting to just get home as quickly as possible to deal with my dad, I ignored him. All I needed Alex to do at that moment was get me home.
In my head, I rehearsed the lie I would tell my father if he asked me any more questions about last night and that morning, repeating my alibi over and over.
When we pulled up to my house, Alex parked in the driveway. I panicked, looking at each of the front windows of our house for my father’s face. “What are you doing?”
Alex opened his car door gruffly. “I’m finally going to introduce myself to your father as your boyfriend.” I watched in dread as Alex made his way up the driveway to our front door.
Alex
Honestly, on the ride over to Jasmine’s house, I had not planned on going in to confront her father. They lived in Ocala out in farm country, a fifteen-minute drive from where I lived in Gainesville. Jasmine and I sat in unbearable silence the entire time. When I pulled up, suddenly, a dreadful longing filled my lungs.
When would I see Jasmine again? What if Jose made her drop out of school? Even our daily one hour lunches would be taken from me. What if I never saw her again?
I looked over at Jasmine, who had worry etched deeply into her face. Looking at her beautiful face apprehensive and fearful, the decision to face Jose Fontaine overpowered me with a swoosh of finality. Jose and I were going to have a chat whether he liked it or not. A charge of energy that I usually got right before I aimed for a goal, sparked inside me.
Avoiding Jasmine’s incredulous stare, I parked the Rover. When I told her what I planned to do, she sat stunned in the car. Almost losing my courage, I charged ahead to the front door, not looking back for Jasmine, too afraid looking back would change my mind.
Jasmine was an amazing woman, struggling to keep up with the restaurant and her studies. My goal was to make Jose Fontaine realize Jasmine deserved to have a life outside the family and the restaurant. College was hard enough without a full-time job and a heap of overflowing family responsibilities.
This was Jasmine’s chance to shine on her own. He had to allow that for his daughter. Even if, Jasmine hated me after doing this and never wanted to see me again, at least, I fought for her like a man.
On the porch, I raised my hand to the door to knock, but Jasmine crashed up the steps, screaming, “Alex, don’t!” Her face was wild with terror. “You have to leave right now! This is not a good time to do this.”
Lowering my hand, I said to her, “When will there be a good time?” Jasmine looked away in bewilderment, speechless. “That’s what I thought. There will never be a good time.”
Jasmine whimpered, “Alex, please.”
Suddenly, I was afraid that maybe Jasmine didn’t love me. Maybe she had said it, but it wasn’t truly how she felt and challenging her father would be a waste of time. I had to ask. “Jasmine, I love you. Did you mean it when you said it to me?”
Jasmine’s face softened. “I love you, Alex.” She shook her head sadly. “But there is so much you don’t understand.”
I turned back to the door. “I understand enough. I understand I love you. I have to fight for you.” I raised my fist to knock.
Before my knu
ckles hit the door, it snapped open abruptly. “What the hell is going on out here?” Jasmine’s brother, Joseph, stood in the doorway, looking confused.
When he saw his sister, his face relaxed in utter relief. “Jasmine, I’m glad you’re okay. Where have you been?”
“She’s been with me,” I blurted out.
Joseph looked at Jasmine and then me. “Who are you?”
Jasmine rubbed her forehead with her fingers. “I’ll explain everything later, Joseph.”
“No, I can explain it right now. I need to speak to your father.” My voice wobbled, but I faked a stern expression.
Jasmine began to cry again. “Joseph, shut the door!”
I looked Joseph in the eye. “Let me be a respectable man and speak with your father, please.”
Mouth agape, Joseph stepped aside. I stormed into the house, internally attempting to hype myself up for this big talk.
Jasmine followed behind me, protesting every step of the way. “Alex! Don’t do this!” She clutched at my arm, trying to pull me back. “Alex!”
I shook her off. There was no turning back now.
Hurrying from room to room, I searched for Jose. The Fontaine house was enormous and stylish: a spiral staircase, a grand piano, an elegant chandelier, and large floor to ceiling windows. Through the glass, I could see Jose’s prized oxen in the distance: roaming and grazing.
Hearing Jose Fontaine’s booming voice coming from a back room, I followed it. Jasmine was right behind me, wailing. “Alex! Please!” I was in an unwavering haze, determined to talk to this man.
I found Jose in his den, sitting behind a magnificent oak desk, talking into his phone. Enormous windows framed him regally, as his oxen amiably sauntered outside in a distant view. “The Albilo is exclusively the only white grape grown in the Ribera del Duero region. I think it’s important we include it on our wine list.” Jose’s brows narrowed when he saw Jasmine and me standing there. “Marco, I need to call you back.”
He rose haughtily from his leather desk chair. “Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my house?” His eyes shot to me, Jasmine, and then Joseph. “Joseph, who is this person in my house?”