Chapter 38: Repercussions

Evan's POV

Emily became my preacher, Zack was my therapist and EJ acted as a guidance counselor. All three of them together stopped me from finding Bradley and tearing him apart with my bare hands.

Seeing Jasmine only channeled my anger more. I wasn't expecting to see her back so soon, but she should consider herself lucky that I was in a better state of mind.
I had never laid hands a woman, nor will I ever even think about doing such a cowardly act, but I wanted to see her hurt, like the way she hurt me and embarrassed me at my gala. Hopefully, the rose made such statement.

I had been the topic of gossip since that time, which was something I tried to avoid or have at a low.

"Billionaire had his job handed back to him."

"Billionaire's assistant assisted millionaire at his Gala."

"Billionaire versus millionaire over an assistant."

I was tired of hearing it all.

Truth be told, I missed Jasmine and it had taken every nerve in my body to not pull her into my arms when she came in earlier. I missed her presence and her flowery scent. Her big brown eyes that lit up every time she saw me. I adored her eyes.

She left the office and an atmosphere behind her, taunting me and making me crave her. I wished it was easy to forgive.

Why couldn't she have broken a wine glass or stepped on someone's dress or something along those lines? What hold did he have on her that I couldn't give to her?

I threw my coffee cup and it smashed against the wall.

My office door opened.

"Calm down, Evan," I heard my sister's voice.

I threw myself in the chair and buried my face in my hands.

"Are you ready to go out looking for the outfits?" she asked.

We had a party to attend with our parents.

"She was just here," I told my sister.

She came over and rested a hand on my shoulder. "What did you say to her?"

"I told her I'm done."

"Why didn't you talk to her?"

"What is there to talk about?" I asked, lifting my head up.

"Can you really blame Jasmine though? She's new to this. It's true, what she did was messed up and embarrassing, but she made that rash decision because of Jessica. She showed me a picture Jessica posted on Instagram, indicating that she spent the night before with you."

"Please don't make any excuses for Jasmine. I told her to speak to me before she made any judgement and/or decision. I told her what exactly she was getting into and she agreed and told me she could do that. She just proved that she's incapable of having and handling a relationship with me, so why bother? One misunderstanding and she ran into the arms of another man and quit her job. I don't need that shit in my life."

"I understand."

"Lets get out of here. I need to clear my head anyways."

My sister and I walked out the office. I locked the door behind me.



Jasmine's POV

I burst through my apartment door and ran straight for the couch, throwing myself onto it. My chest caved in. It suddenly felt hard to breathe and my eyes poured down the tears I couldn't stop anymore.

"Jas, is that you?" I heard my mother's voice coming towards me. I felt her hands patting my head gently. She raised my head up and scooted in on the couch, resting my head onto her lap. "It's okay, baby. Let it out. Let it all out," she said softly, removing the hair strands being stuck to my face.

"He doesn't... He doesn't want me back mom.... He said... He said that he's done... He said that he's done with me," I explained through my tears. My voice muffled in her lap.

"It's okay, Jassy. It's alright. This isn't the end of your life. You have to let go now and move on. Let go baby. Just let it go. Mommy's here for you."

I cried until I didn't have the energy to cry anymore. I felt sick afterwards.

What was I doing to myself?

"Jassy, you're burning up," Mom said, placing a hand on my forehead then underneath my chin. "Go have a cold shower and I'll make you your favorite soup. Chicken."

With the last bit of strength I had, I got up and went towards the bathroom. I removed my clothes and stepped into the shower. I let the cold water fell over me from my head to my toes.

My head started aching, and, although I had cold water running over me, I felt hot and uncomfortable.

I stepped out the shower, toweled off and changed into my PJs with the long sleeves. I went to the kitchen where Mom had started my chicken soup.

"Fifteen more minutes," she said, turning up the stove burner.

I pulled out a stool and sat at the kitchen island. I felt dizzy so I rested my head down on the island top. All these ailments were coming on to me because I had been beating myself up since last weekend. I wasn't eating properly; matter of fact, I wasn't eating at all.

"Jassy, here."

I looked up and saw a bowl of steaming hot chicken soup in front of me. I placed a spoonful in my mouth immediately. I was starving.

"Eat up baby."

"Why aren't you at work?" I asked her, my voice sounding hoarse.

"Day off."

She left me eating and went on tidying up and cleaning around the apartment.

I placed my empty bowl in the sink and went to the medicine cabinet in search of an Advil. I lie on my bed, looking at my cellphone. I texted Evan.

Me: You'll never speak to me again?

I knew he wasn't going to message me back. I had been texting him since last weekend and all he did was read it.

Me: You have no idea how sorry I am. I really wish I was in your arms right now. I feel so sick.

I hoped he would show me sympathy and compassion. After ten minutes, I placed my phone down on the bed beside me. It buzzed.

Zenia: Just saw Evan and his twin sister in the boutique. He said hi to me. Lol.

I heaved a long sigh before falling asleep.


I woke up hearing my mother and sister having a conversation about me in the living room. I checked my phone. No new messages. I looked at the time: 6:30 pm. The fever and headache had vanished and I felt much better now. I gave myself a small smile as I rolled out of bed and went to join my family in the living room.

"Ahh, there she is," Zenia said upon seeing me.

I sat down on the chair between her and Mom.

Mom was looking at her favorite show, stuffing her face with a bowl of popcorn. I took a handful and sent it down my throat.

"How are you feeling?" Mom asked.

"I'm much better," I answered.

"You got my message Jas?" Zenia butted in, as always.

"Yes," I answered, shortly.

"He and his sister do look alike. They have the same eyes and same complexion. He's just taller than her," Zenia was going on.

"Zenia, honestly, I'm not interested in talking about him anymore. I tried to apologize via text messages and face-to-face but he doesn't want anything to do with me. Holding on to him would do nothing good for me. I'm letting him go as well. I'm not going to beg him or get down on my hands and knees for him. I already apologized and he doesn't want to accept it, so that's it. He's done and, hopefully, by the end of the week, I'll be done as well," I said slowly, and I meant every word.

"That's my baby," Mom said as she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

Zenia gave a fake smile.

We sat there and looked at the show, taking handfuls of our mother's popcorn.

"I'm going to make more popcorn," Mom said, getting off the chair and pausing the show.

Zenia and I groaned.

Then, I had a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach and something felt like an eruption. I got off the couch and made a beeline to the bathroom. As I got to the toilet bowl, I vomited everything I'd consumed. My chest ached and my throat burned.

"Jassy, are you okay?" Zenia asked as she came over, and held my hair from getting caught in my up-chuck. "You're vomiting," she said, as if I wasn't aware of that.

"Yeah. I've been sick," I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and sitting flat on my butt. I felt weak again.

Zenia handed me a glass of water. I rinsed out my mouth before she helped me to my feet and carried me, against her, to my bedroom.

I threw myself down on the bed and crawled underneath my covers. The headache came back again, but it was mild this time.

"Jassy, can I ask you something?"

"What Zenia?" I snapped at her.

"Is there a possibility that you could be pregnant?"