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asks.
    "Sure, give me about thirty."
    "Alright, see you shortly," he says as he hangs up.
    I jump out of bed and throw on my gym clothes. Josh is on the treadmill when I get there so I take the one beside him.
    "Damn, Bran what took you so long?" He asks.            
    "I'm a little tired, wild morning," I say with a wink.    
    "Oh," he says his tone cold. His phone rings and when he sees the number his face pales.
    "I have to take this call," he says running back towards the locker room.
    I shake my head as he walks back towards me. "Where's the fire?" I ask.
    "Oh, that was Michelle with some drama, as usual," he says, his voice nervous.
    "I thought you two were doing well," I reply. I don't want to pry, but I admit I am curious about his strange behavior. 
    "Yeah, we were until she decided to try to change me."
    "What does that even mean?" I ask.
    "She has forbidden me from the club because she says she smelled women's perfume on me."
    I have no idea what to say. He does cheat on her and recently he met one at Bottlestopper, and he took the hot blonde to a hotel.
    "I'm sorry, but you should have seen that coming, or have you already forgotten, Valerie or whatever her name was.
    “"Vanessa." he says. "Her name was Vanessa and she was a great fuck. I tell you if she didn't live so far away I'd be in that every weekend. She's a fucking wildcat," he says. I just shake my head, I only go to keep him out of trouble, but it always finds him anyway.
    "Ok Mr. Innocent," he says, "weren't you chatting up someone too?"
    "Yes, I talked to a woman, a very pretty one, but that's all I did was talk. I didn't touch, kiss or dance with her, and I sure as hell didn't sleep with her. It's called loyalty, asshole," I say punching him in the arm.
    "I got your loyalty right here," he says grabbing his crotch.                      
     

 
    Chapter 5
    ~~Jasmine~~
     
     
    I pull into the driveway with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.  Always, there in the back if mind is the memory of that night.  We had argued and verbally fought with each other many times, but the first time he hit me, I thought my soul would break in two.
    The backhand across my face not only hurt me physically but mentally as well. It had brought back every memory of my father and his belt. I'd cried like a baby, blubbering and sniveling into my pillow, for hours on end until I'd finally fell into a sorrowful sleep. Jeff had carried me to bed, and watched over me for the remainder of the night. When I woke up my face was sore and swollen, he had made me breakfast and acted as though nothing had happened. 
    As I walk up to the front door, my heart is hammering loudly in my ears because I'm afraid. Quickly slipping off my shoes I open the door, slowly, and to my surprise there is Jeff sitting in the chair, a dozen roses in hand.
    "I love you," he says getting up. He comes over slipping his hands down to my hips and kissing my cheek.  Wrapping my arms around his, I tippy toe and place my lips on his before going to bed. I'm so tired I don't even bother with a shower.
    I wake up to giggling coming from the living room only to find Vanessa and Jeff all cozy in the recliner. She's sitting there on his lap and he's got his face buried into her neck. My blood begins to boil as he removes her tank top and kisses her deeply. I can feel the bile rising and run down the hall barely making it to the bathroom. After my nausea fades I stare at myself in the mirror as anger takes completely over.
    Drawing in several breaths I walk back into the living room, loudly. Vanessa jumps up covering her exposed breasts.
    "I'm sorry, Jas. I don't know what I was thinking," she says. As she takes a step closer to me I shake my head.
    "Get your stuff and get out," I hiss. Locking eyes with Jeff, I scream, “"You had me fooled, you really did."
    I stand there fighting the anger and tears now taking over. He stands there, clearly angry but not