[chapter thirty-four]
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A/N: I know I'm breaking the tradition, but I have to stay in Jasmine's POV for this one. :-D
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~Jasmine's POV~
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
Jeff and I jump apart at the harsh sound of her voice, and I jump again when Jeff slams the door shut behind us. "What are you doing here?" He says, his voice low, dangerous.
"I thought I'd come see how my darling husband is doing." She shoot back, her voice full of venom. "You seem to be living up the nightlife. I always knew you were a whore. Looks like you found one for yourself as well."
Oh, nu-uh. No way.
With daggers in my eyes, I take several steps towards her, silently cheering myself on when she backs away several steps. "What the fuck did you say?" I challenge and she finally meets my gaze after a few seconds.
"You heard me, you bitch." She fires back.
This is about to get ugly. Well, I was just thinking how I'd like to have words with her.
"I'm the bitch? I'm the bitch?" I say angrily. "You're the gold digging whore who can't seem to stay away from the man who can't stand her anymore."
"Listen to me, you fucking cunt - "
"Brooke, stop." Jeff interrupts, finally finding his voice. "Jasmine, maybe you better go." He says, turning to me, obviously struggling for control of the situation and his own emotions.
"Fuck that." I say. "I'm not leaving. I'm not leaving you."
I can see his eyes flash to mine, and I'm willing him to understand. I'm not leaving him. And I'm sure as hell not done with her. He nods imperceptibly and mouths 'thank you' as Brooke stalks over to me.
Nope, definitely not leaving.
"So you're the flavour of the week, huh?" She hisses and I laugh.
"So, you're last year's broken down, worthless, money-grubbing, greedy flavour, huh?"
"Who the fuck are you?" She asks angrily.
"I'm so sorry, where are my manners?" I say sarcastically. "I'm Jasmine Jones. I'm Jeff's girlfriend."
"The fuck you are."
"The fuck I'm not."
You know, for such a 'Christian' woman, she certainly has a mouth on her.
"You know, as someone who is only very peripherally involved in Jeff's life, it seems to me you are in no position to tell me or him or us who we are, or what we're doing. Got it?" I say, my voice dark, commanding.
"I'm his wife." She states simply and I laugh again.
"Riiiight. I forgot. An easy mistake for a gal to make, what with you filing for divorce, suing him for everything he has, despite the fact you didn't earn a fucking penny of it. You just knew how to spend it. And how to take a warm, compassionate, kind man and turn him into your little puppet. Seems to be you're just pissy because he's not yours to play with anymore." I take a breath. "And I'll be goddamned if I'm going to let you manipulate him a second longer."
"Get out of my face, you fucking whore." She spits, turning to Jeff. "Jeffy, honey, please. We need to talk. Make her leave."
I look to Jeff, expecting him to look scared, intimidated, worried.
Instead, he just looks fucking pissed.
"If you ever, and I do mean ever, come into this home without my permission, or speak to my girlfriend this way, or blab to the press about our life ever again, I will fucking crucify you." Jeff says, his voice bassy and menacing. "I mean it."
Score one for the underdog.
That is the Jeff Gordon
I know.