*THE HOLLEN SERIES 02*
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Jasmine’s POV
I continued my shopping as normal without
ma-king a scene with br@dley and his baby’s
mother. I had my own child to worry about and
better things to do than getting into an
argument with a liar. I alre-ady knew the truth,
and saw the truth, and that was all that
mattered.
I was so excited to become a mother and to
have my baby in my arms.
Motherhood was becoming a beautiful thing to
me, and I also knew it wouldn’t be smooth
sailing, but I was definitely up for the
challenge.
I was so happy Zenia went to Evan and he
talked some s-en-se into me. I would’ve had an
ab-ortion if he hadn’t shown up at my ap@rtment
that day.
I cussed myself mentally. I was so stupid, and
I was such a coward, but as the days went by
with my baby inside me, I knew I was getting
stronger and stronger and I’d eventually st©p
loving Evan and move on with my life. There
was just no way Evan would let me move on
to another relationsh!pwith his baby inside me.
I paid for my items and Fisher took all the
bags from the cashier. We walked out of the
boutique into a beehive of paparazzi.
“Jasmine, is it true you’re pregnant with Evan
Hollen’s baby?”
“Jasmine, are you having a boy or a girl?”
“Jasmine, is Evan Hollen the father of your
baby?”
“Jasmine, how far long are you?”
“Jasmine, is it true Evan wanted nothing to do
with the baby?”
“Jasmine, are you lying about being pregnant
just to tra-p billionaire Evan Hollen?”
Fisher cleared a p@rt to the car for me. He
opened the car door and I got inside, ignoring
everyone and everything else outside.
After getting back to the mansion safely, I
texted my sister. She believed I was still mad
at her for going behind my back, but I wasn’t
anymore.
Me: Hi Zen.
Zen: Hi stranger
Me: ha! I miss u.
Zen: Miss u too. When r u coming back?
Me: Hopefully soon. I’ll have to talk to Evan
when he gets home.
Zen: I wish I could come visit.
Me: You can.
Zen: Kk. I’ll see u soon. On work. Ttyl.
Me: Bye ?
That evening, when Evan got home, I followed
him upstairs to his be-droom, trying to get his
attention. He seemed upset about something.
Maybe he had a rou-gh day at the office, but I
nee-ded to talk to him.
“Evan! I said I have to talk to you!” I shouted
for the hundredth time.
“What is it Jasmine?” he said in a gro-an ing
manner.
“I’ve been wondering how long I’ll be here for,”
I started, sitting on the edge of his be-d.
He un-bu-ttoned his jacket and tossed it into the
hamper. He, then, un-bu-ttoned his dress shi-t
and my eyes couldn’t st©p staring at him. His
ha-rd che-st pressed against the white vest. His
hair had gotten ruffled a bit and he looked
even S-xier.
“Why?”
I shook myself from lvsting, but I couldn’t
remember what I had just told him.
What was it? Oh ,right.
“Because I want to go back home. I want to be
comfortable in my own house with my mother
and my sister.”
“You’re not comfortable here?”
“That’s besides the point. I want my life back
Evan. I want my freedom. I want to start d@t!ng
again. I want–” I cut off myself when he turned
around and faced me.
His eyes went dark and I knew I just made
him more upset.
“You want to start d@t!ngagain?!” he asked
with a shout.
I remained silent.
“You want to start d@t!ngwith my child inside
of you?!”
I remained silent and sl@pped myself mentally.
Why did I said that?
“Well, you’re d@t!ng, so why can’t I?” I stood
my ground.
“I’m not pregnant! You are!”
“And that shouldn’t limit my life. I don’t revolve
around you.”
“Oh, you don’t? As long as you’re carrying my
baby, your as-s revolves around me.”
“That’s not fair! I swear, I hate you!”
He c@m£ over to me.
My heart raced fas-ter and fas-ter with every
step he made closer and closer.
He hovered over me.
“You hate me?”
“That’s right. I hate your as-s,” I said and stood
up.
I moved past him to reach the door but was
instantly pu-ll-ed against his rock ha-rd che-st.
I froze.
“Are you certain that you hate me, Jasmine?”
he asked in my ear and I shivered. Hisl-ips
got closer and closer to my n£¢k and, when he
met it, he traced his ton-gue 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 be-d.
“Evan,” I said again, as his hands undid the
bu-ttons to my shi-t.
His mouth crashed down on myl-ips. Using his
ton-gue to open my mouth, he wra-pped his
ton-gue with mine. Fireworks lit in me and I
wra-pped my hands around his n£¢k, locking
him closer to me.
He re-moved my shi-t and tossed it on the
floor before k!ss!ngme hungrily again.
“I miss you,” I said into his open mouth.
“Shhh. I’m right here.”
We k!$$£d 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 shi-t, put it back on
and got off the be-d.
“Umm…” he began.
“It’s okay. I alre-ady know what you’re going to
say. You’re just going to apologize for this
happening. Save yourself the words, I alre-ady
know.”
He raked his f!ngersthrou-gh his hair and gave
me a sympathetic look.
I walked out his be-droom.
I really wished I was dreaming but, this time, I
wasn’t.
But why the hell did he k!ssme? Does he still
have feelings for me?
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*THE HOLLEN SERIES 02*
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Jasmine’s POV
“I can’t take this $h!t 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 pla-ying house with his as-s.
I stuffed my bags with clothing and items I
had previously bought 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 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 d@t!ngagain?
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,
st©pped packing, and turned my attention to
him.
“You know, you would say that. Your rich
spoiled as-s 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 nee-d to depend on a
man to take care of us. We know how to make
it, no matter the circu-mtances! I don’t nee-d
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 be-droom door in the
guest room I occu-pied.
“Jasmine, plea-se 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 love me
and care about me. Can you plea-se have Fisher
take me home?”
I had finished packing and wanted to leave
immediately.
“Fine!” he said with a frown and left the room.
I flopped down on the be-d 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 c@m£ back into the
room.
I heaved a long sigh and gr@bb£d the lightest
bag while he took the other stuff to his car.
I followed him silently behind.
“If you nee-d anything for yourself and the baby,
just plea-se call me,” he said as he pu-ll-ed up to
the pavement of my ap@rtment. “Jasmine?”
“What?”
“Did you hear what I just told you?”
“Yes. I’ll call you if I nee-d 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 and gave a small wave
and a shy smile.
I rolled my eyes. Zenia was team Evan
everyday.
I stepped out the car and Zenia, Evan and I
carried my things upstairs.
After sitting everything inside, I walked him
out.
“Thanks for everything. And take care of
yourself,” I told him.
“You do the same,” he replied.
I watched as he got into his car and drove off.
I settled myself in my familiar couch and
turned on the television. Zenia made popcorn
and sat down next to me.
“How are you?” she asked.
“I’m fine.”
“Did you fight with him, Jas-sy?”
“With Evan? Yeah.”
We watched The Parkers until it was almost
midnight.
Mom was at work. She had messaged Zenia
and told her that she’ll be working a double
shift so she’ll be home late.
“I’m going to be-d now,” Zenia said with a
yawn.
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
I continued looking at the television and
stuffing my face with popcorn.
A knock c@m£ on the door.
Evan! I instantly thought. I walked to the door.
“Who is it?” I asked.
I wasn’t taking any chances. It was almost
midnight. That person should’ve called and
said something.
Instead of answering me, they knocked again.
“WHO IS IT?” I asked with a shout.
An ill feeling c@m£ over me and my skin
instantly grew goosebu-mps. I stepped away
from the door and turned off the lights. I went
to my be-droom, locked my be-droom door and
lied down on the be-d.
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During the night, I was awakened by a crashing
sound in the living room.
“Mom?” I semi-shouted, hoping it was her.
I took my phone from and looked at the time.
2:03 am.
Mom, maybe, just getting in.
I got off the be-d and made my way to the
living room. Switching on the lights, I was met
with a figure that didn’t belong to my mother.
“HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?!” I shouted.
He moved over to me so quic-kly that I
wondered if he had feet or wheels.
“You’re pregnant with Evan’s baby?”
His voice s£nt disgusting chills down my
spine.
“It’s none of your damn business! And who are
you? How did you get in here?! I want you out
of my house!”
“Shut the hell up, bit-ch!” he snapped back and
sl@pped me across my face.
I instantly fell to the floor.
“HELP! ZENIA! MOM!” I called out to my sister
and my mother. I doubted Mom had gotten in
yet, and Zenia had alre-ady drifted off to sleep.
“You’re not having his baby!” he said and
landed a kick directly to my stomach. I felt the
wind knocked out of me and I chocked for
oxygen.
I heard the switching on of another light.
“JASMINE!”
I heard Zenia’s voice and saw when she rushed
to the knife holder on the kitchen island.
He made a dash for the door. I heard a car
engine start and my sister’s voice yelling after
him, “You son of a bit-ch! You won’t get away
with this!”
She made her way back over to me; I was still
balled up in pain on the floor.
“Jasmine, I’m calling an ambulance and the
police right away! You’re bleeding!”
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*TO BE CONTINUED