Made For Pleasure

Made For Pleasure

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Jasmine didn't think she'd ever see her former lover again after he passed away from a violent beating in an alley late one night. But two years later, she comes face-to-face with him at Red Moon and something sparks between them like never before...

Summary

Jasmine didn't think she'd ever see her former lover again after he passed away from a violent beating in an alley late one night. But two years later, she comes face-to-face with him at Red Moon and something sparks between them like never before...

Chapter1 (v.1) - Made For Pleasure

Author Chapter Note

Jasmine didn't think she'd ever see her former lover again after he passed away from a violent beating in an alley late one night. But two years later, she comes face-to-face with him at Red Moon and something sparks between them like never before...

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 02, 2011

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 02, 2011

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I didn't think I'd be out of the house on the year anniversary of Slade's death. I wanted to be at home with a bowl of chocolate chip ice cream heavily covered with chocolate sauce in my lap and a pathetic horror movie on the TV. I didn't want to be at some club called Red Moon. It was too real for my taste and made that night's memories too real.

The club was painted black, darker than the night sky that covered up the moon--although the police didn't need the moonlight to show me what had happened. Their flickering lights were enough to show how Slade's car had hit the tree head on, the Mustang's breaks burnt out.

I bit my lower lip, trailing my fingers down the cold glass, making thin paths along the crystal. I didn't want to look at the lights that gave off the redish glow. It reminded me too much of the blood that covered the hood of Slade's car. And there he lay, halfway out onto the hood, his eyes wide and empty.

"Want another, Jasmine?" Teri leaned against the bar table, her hazel eyes locked on me.

I gave her a long look. "Dave would hate it if he heard you offered me another one, wouldn't he?"

The bar tender's pale lips curled into a sad smile. "Yeah," She agreed, heaving a loud sigh. "But then again, tonight should be one of those acceptions, shouldn't it?"

"Meaning?"

Teri was silent for a minute, her eyes on me. "Look, Jasmine, we're all proud of you for holding up this long, but every now and then you have to relax. Have a beer on the house."

"Your boyfriend made it clear--,"

"That I shouldn't help you get drunk, I know." Teri pulled away from the bar table, grabbing a glass and filling it with  my favorite beer. "But, look, it's been a year..."

I narrowed my eyes, gritting my teeth together. "I know how long it's been."

Teri slid the glass in front of me before holding up both hands. "Hey, I didn't mean anything, Jaz. Honest."

I shook my head, pulling out my silver wallet and slapping down a twenty. "Keep the change. And the beer." I got to my feet, tugging on my jacket. "See you tomorrow at Nancy's." Ignoring her protests, I started for the front door. The club had become too crowded for my taste and I felt like I was sufforcating.

Jared gave me a nod as I stepped out of the club, the light reflecting off of his dark bald head. "Leavin' early, Miss Monroe?" He rumbled, his voice deeper then the thunder off in the distance.

"Tired." I smiled at him, drawing my jacket around me tightly. "See you next week."

He gave me a quick nod before turning to the couple attempting to sneak inside the club.

I managed another smile, remembering the good old days when Slade and I were trying the same thing. It was how I'd met Jared in the first place. The bodyguard was damn good at his job and it took me several months to realize he was pretending to not see us sneak inside.

No. I'm not thinking about him tonight.

Now that was worth a laugh. Me, not think of Slade? Tonight was all about him.

I trailed past the row of cars, shoving my hand into my pocket for the keys. "He would've been happy about this," I muttered under my breath. "He never wanted to be forgotten. Always strived to be famous, the center of attention. Well, everyone else moved on but me. I just can't get him out of my head." I sighed, pausing at my Porsche waiting so patiently for me. I gazed at it, not able to forget how Slade had gotten me up at eight in the morning to show me my surprise--the very Porsche I couldn't bring myself to sell.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I winced, knowing that in the year that had followed Slade's death, I had cut almost all of my friends out of my life. The ones that remained were the only ones that fought to stay involved with me. Now the only person that called was my boss down at the Black Cat Club. I hesitated for a moment, trying to get my beating heart to calm down.

It took me several minutes to realize it wasn't going to slow down. I took a deep breath, pulling it from my pocket. "Hello?"

"Jasmine?" Harold's voice was deep and perfectly calm.

Shit. That was never a good sign.

I tensed up, unlocking the car. "Oh, hey."

"I don't think you want to greet me that way tonight, Jasmine." Harold answered, his voice still empty of any emotion he had buried deep within. "Ask me how I'm doing."

I bit my lower lip, getting into the Porsche. "Harold--,"

"Ask me, Jasmine."

I couldn't disobey the one man that kept money rolling my way. "How are you tonight, Harold?"

"Not good, Jasmine." Harold's voice was still perfectly calm. "Do you want to know why?"

As much as I wanted to tell Harold to cut the shit and get to the point, I knew that he'd deduct half of my pay for having an attitude with him. I started up my car, setting it in reverse. "Why are you not doing good, Harold?"

"Because the star of the show is an hour late and people are starting to leave. You are my star dancer, Jasmine. Do you think the money rolls in while you're gone?"

I shivered at his tone, which had started to take a cold edge. My eyes flickered to the clock. 9:30. Shit. I was supposed to be in at 8:30. I put the car in first, pushing my foot against the gas pedal. "I'm sorry, Harold, I lost track of time--,"

"Obviously." Harold spat, his anger finally bleeding through. "That's half of your pay, Jasmine."

"But, Harold, I have bills due this month!" I protested, stopping the car at the parking lot's exit.

"Do you want to lose the other half, Jasmine?"

I silenced my sigh of defeat, my shoulders sagging. "No."

"That's my good cat. Now get here in five minutes or you'll get a pay check of nothing." Harold hung up.

I fought off the wave of tears that blurred my vision, tossing my phone into the passenger seat. I couldn't afford to think of Slade anymore tonight. I had a job to go to and I was already late.

If only he had lived, I wouldn't be doing this....

That was the prized word, wasn't it?

If only.

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