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about
compassion? I’m tired of that, it never got me anywhere so
compassion no longer lives here,” she said.
     
    With that, Maurice was convinced she was
pure evil. Jasmine claimed that it was all an accident, but she
acted as if it wasn’t. Besides, he’d seen the rage in her when she
burst through Teresa’s bedroom door.
     
    Her panty and bra set was lace, see-through,
and matching, which would’ve turned him on in an ordinary situation
where he wasn’t repulsed by the girl.
     
    “ Would you like to do the
honors?” she said.
     
    “ You know what? I’ve got
just the thing to set this off.” Jasmine’s eyebrows arched,
intrigued by what he meant. “There is a bottle of Lanson Champagne
in the trunk of my truck and I saw an ice machine on the first
floor on the front side.”
     
    A smile creased her face. Jasmine was in
Heaven. Looking into his eyes was more than a dream for her now. To
have the pleasure to experience his smile and sexiness was all she
ever wanted.
     
    “ I’ll go get it,” he
said.
     
    “ No,” Jasmine said softly.
“I’ll go get it. When I get back, I want you comfortable and
waiting for me. We’ve got more than enough time to enjoy each other
and still get rid of our problems.”
     
    She walked closer to him and kissed his
lips. Her arms stretched around his neck and she embraced him,
bringing him closer. Going along with it, Maurice put his arms
around her and kissed her like she was the love of his life. For
more than half a minute, they stood in each other’s arms kissing.
Maurice was the one who came up for air because had it been left up
to Jasmine, she would’ve never stopped.
     
    “ Come back,” she said,
going in to kiss him again.
     
    “ The champagne,” he
whispered.
     
    Jasmine giggled. “Oh yeah. I almost
forgot.”
     
    “ That quick?” he
said.
     
    “ Yes. I tell you no lies.
You sure know how to mesmerize a sista.”
     
    Giving him a quick kiss once more, she
grabbed the ice bucket off of the bathroom counter, stepped back in
her black jeans, buttoned up her shirt, and went out the door
barefoot leaving her shoes in the room. Annoyed, Maurice walked to
the window and watched as Jasmine went down the steps. He hurried
into the bathroom and took the tape off Saundra. Once her hands
were free, she rubbed her wrists, which were sore with indentions
where the tape had been wrapped tightly. Maurice pulled the tape
off of her mouth.
     
    “ Where’s Jasmine?” she
asked.
     
    “ I sent her to get
champagne and ice. Now listen, we are about to make a run for it.
When I say go, I need you to run to my truck’s passenger side. I’ll
be right behind you. This girl is crazy, so you can’t mess this up.
This might be our only chance to get you out of here
alive.”
     
    Saundra nodded.
     
    “ Come on, put her shoes
on,” he said.
     
    Saundra did as she was told. They went to
the door and he saw Jasmine close his trunk, all smiles with the
champagne in her hand. He waited for her to walk around the side of
the building to the front. When she was no longer in view, he
counted to ten. When he reached ten, he opened the door . . .
     
    “ Go!”

Part 5
     
    Saundra took off running down the steps to
the passenger side door. She pulled the door handle and it opened.
She climbed in. Maurice hopped in the driver’s seat and stuck the
keys in, waking up his engine.
     
    “ Put your seatbelt on!” he
told Saundra.
     
    She didn’t hesitate, instantly buckling up.
So did Maurice. As he rounded the corner quickly, he came to a
staggering halt, almost running Jasmine over. She stood in front of
the car with the ice bucket full and clutched in her fist.
Immediately, everything dropped from her hands.
     
    “ Where do you think you’re
going, MAURICE?” she yelled.
     
    The crazed look in her eyes let him know
Jasmine had checked out. She seemed like the type of girl to kill
herself trying to hurt somebody else. Out of horrified terror,
Saundra