Beaming with smiles at her own reflection in the mirror, Jasmine Nelson unbound her lengthy ebony hair, which sprawled down her back to her bottom. She grinned, twirling around and checking herself out in the long mirror. She was of average height, and she just changed from her nurse uniform to a casual dress, a large sweatshirt on skinny jeans. Her palm-sized face, delicate nose, and her pink lips. Every bit of her looked delicate. “Perfect” she muttered to herself, her smile growing wider. And after one last glance, she scurried out of the office. Walking in the hallway, she reciprocated every greeting from either her colleagues or any staff member in the hospital.
Approaching his door office, the happiness blooming in her chest deepened as she was unable to wipe her smile from her face. Looking up at the bold words inscribed on the door, 'Dr. Xavier,' she giggled, jiggling the doorknob and peering her head into the office. “Doctor Xavier” she called out behind the masculine figure who was backing her and wearing his doctor coat. Hearing his name, his mouth lifted in a wide grin as it seemed he knew the only person the voice belongs to.
Turning around at the same time Jasmine walked wholly into the office, the both of them had their sweetest smiles on their faces. “Nurse Jasmine,” Xavier uttered, pulling her into his chest and took her mouth in a long kiss that made him want far more than a kiss. They kissed and caressed each other into a frenzy. Pulling back from the passionate kiss after a long while, “Breath, babe” Jasmine teased as they both catches their breath. Almost immediately, Xavier buried his head in her neck and greedily kissed her fragrant hair, neck, and earlobes. He held her earlobe between his teeth, biting on it, prompting a reluctant moan to escape Jasmine's mouth, who had shut her eyes, enjoying the magic Xavier was doing to her with his mouth. Pushing his chest slightly and opening her eyes, “Come on, Xavier. Get to work now” Jasmine ordered in a stern yet playful voice. A touch of disappointment flashed across Xavier's face. He was close to sweeping Jasmine off her feet and bent her over his desk and then pulled her trousers down her knees; however, Jasmine had pulled out first. “I missed you, Jas” He muttered as he picked a strand of hair at her ear, twiddling at his fingertips. Jasmine's face immediately became red and even her neck was blushed too.
She looked like a well-cooked shrimp. Wrapping her slender arms around his thin waist, “My night shift start in three days time. Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to spend together” Jasmine assured in an extremely low voice. It seemed she was trying to flirt with him. Xavier's lips curled up in a smile as he pushed back her hair from her forehead, “I love you, Jasmine” the sincerity written all over his face didn't go unnoticed by Jasmine. Her heart melted. She stared at the man in front of her, who had a tall nose, sexy thin lips, and deep penetrating eyes that made him look charming. Each time she was with this man, she tends to thank her stars for blessing her with such a handsome, hardworking, and loving man. “I love you too, Xavier” she admitted. Her long thin eyelashes trembled a few times as she tried to suppress the tears from pooling in her eyes.
The cabbie rolled to a stop in front of Jasmine's apartment. She paid off the cab driver and then got off the car. Watching as the cab zoomed into the night, Jasmine sucked in a sharp breath and then turned around into the house. She set her foot into her living room and bolted the door behind her.
The living room was relatively small but quite cozy. Two single sofas and a well-polished furniture tea table in the middle. Also, matching curtains with the carpet, which only accentuated the room. Jasmine paced across the lush burgundy carpet placed on top of the ceramic tile floor to her room. As soon as she entered her room, she undressed and quickly went inside the bathroom to take a long bath. Shortly, she was out of the bathroom and trotted toward her closet, where she pulled out her nightdress from a hanger.
In a matter of moments, Jasmine was found in the kitchen, humming a song to herself as she prepared a homemade hamburger for dinner. She was dancing joyfully from one place to another in the kitchen. Even a blind man could tell that she was in love and was head over heels for the person. Although, aside from caring for sick or injured people. Another thing Jasmine enjoyed doing very much was cooking. She loves to prepare varieties of dishes and would even try out some non-existent meals which would come out delicious afterward. Scooping out the beef from a pan, Jasmine suddenly heard the bell chimes. She frowned, thinking in her mind about who could the person be at this time. Directly, she grabbed a napkin and quickly cleaned her hands before hurrying out of the kitchen toward the door. She peered through the security peephole in the solid oak door and saw her best friend standing there. Huh? She unbolted the door and opened it wide for her friend to come in.
The moment her friend stepped in, “Paisley?” Jasmine called out, not willing to hide her terrified expression. She knew Paisley was supposed to be in the hospital by now because she was also on a night shift as Xavier. As much as Jasmine loves her job, it occurred to her that Paisley loves her job more than she does. And one thing Paisley despises in her job was late coming. Most times, she arrived at the hospital an hour earlier than her resumption time, and this made some of her colleagues dislike her. In their opinion, Paisley was only trying to gain the favor of the staff, most especially the director himself. “Yes, it's me,” Paisley uttered breathlessly, tucking the loose strands of her blond hair behind an ear.
Jasmine stared at her friend in suspicion, it was at that moment she noticed she had not seen her before she left the hospital, “Is there a problem? “ She asked calmly. Staring at Paisley's red lips that kept parting and closing, but couldn't utter any sound. Jasmine knew immediately that something was off. She grabbed Paisley's hand and led her to a couch, she made her sit down and squatted before her, peering into her face. “Tell me, Paisley, what's the problem?” Paisley tightened her grasp around her shoulder bag. She knew that the news she was about to break to her friend would leave her shattered and broken. “Jasmine,” she called softly, not sure how to broach the news. “Yes, Paisley, tell me” Jasmine exhorted, patting her thigh to reassure her. “Xavier is cheating on you, Jasmine” she broke the news and curled up her lips in dissatisfaction. Jasmine only stared at her face as if she didn't understand what her friend just said. Of course, she didn't understand it. Suddenly, she burst into hysterical laughter as she rose to her feet, “What are you saying, Paisley? I don't understand” She asked dryly.
Paisley had expected such a reaction from her, she hurriedly retrieved her phone from her bag, unlocked it, and gave it to Jasmine as she also stood up. “I saw this while scrolling through Thomas's gallery this evening. I couldn't believe my eyes and I had to ask him if he knows anything about Xavier and the girl” Paisley explained. However, Jasmine's head was lowered as she continued to zoom in on the picture on the phone screen. “Only for him to tell me that the girl was her ex-girlfriend and the guy with her in the picture is her current boyfriend” Paisley continued. Thomas was Paisley's only sibling, they lived separately but checked on each other from time to time. They were also orphans, just like Jasmine. The three of them had met and grown fond of each other since when they were still in an orphanage home, where they made a promise to become great in their desired field. Thomas had loved to become an architect since he was a child, while Jasmine and Paisley had loved to become a nurse too.
Jasmine finally raised her head from the phone and gave it back to Paisley, “That's not my Xavier” she said sternly and turned away immediately. Paisley's eyes widened in disbelief as she gazed at her phone screen. Of course, this was Dr. Xavier, she couldn't mistake him for another person. Both she and Jasmine had been working with him for so long now. She concluded in her mind that her friend didn't just want to see the truth in the picture. Who will? Seeing your boyfriend kissing another babe? “Come on, Jasmine, you need to show this to him and ask him” Paisley cajoled, walking into the kitchen. Jasmine carried her plate of hamburger then turned toward her friend, “That's not my Xavier like I said. Now if you would excuse me” she walked out of the kitchen, passing by Paisley. Paisley's hands balled to a fist, “Jasmine…” she was saying, “Please close the door behind you!” Jasmine shouted, cutting her short. And without sparing Paisley another glance, she opened her door room then paced in.