Tame me Novel – My boyfriend hasn’t been home for a week, so I went to his motorcycle club to look for him. “Listen, Jasmine, you’re a nice girl, Quill doesn’t deserve your love.” His employee Daisy looked concerned. My heart was pounding, my mouth was dry. I struggled to his door and slowly opened it, what I saw has me bolted to the spot. His ex, Jess moaned as she straddled him, impaling him over and over again. “Baby, let me explain. I was drunk, I thought she was you-” Quill looked panic. “Do you think I’m that stupid, Quill?” I shout, full of rage. He grabbed the sheet to cover his semi-hard shaft and headed towards me. “Jasmine, please. It’s not what it looks like.” “Don’t you come near me, you jerk!” I screamed with tears rolling down my cheeks. Ignoring his pleas, I turned and rushed out to the room without looking back.
The cab parks in front of the compound, and I look over at Lu and groan. “I can’t believe you talked me into coming here with you,” I say, holding my face in my hands. “Come on, Jazz,” Lu replies, pulling my hands away. “Let’s show Quill what he’s missing out on. You look hot tonight.” I glance down at my short, black mini dress, and grunt. “Lu, did you not hear a word I told you over the phone? He said he’s done with me.” Lu huffs. “Whatever, let’s just see if he’s forgotten you, shall we?” she asks, her eyebrows dancing with mischief. “Fine,” I concede. “Let’s go and show him exactly what he’s missing.” I adjust the top half of my dress, showing off a little more cleavage. As Luisa grabs my hand, we walk into the clubhouse together. I look around the room and notice that there are men drinking themselves under the table.
Club whores are all over them, and I’m sure one couple is having intercourse on the couch. Gross, don’t these people have morals? Some guys are playing pool, but I don’t spot Quill anywhere “Hey girl.” I look up and see Daisy at the bar, smiling at me. “Are you looking for Quill?” “Yes, I am actually.” She leans over the bar and concern is written all over her face. My heart starts to thump and I’m sure it’s going to jump out of my chest. “Listen, Jasmine, you’re a nice girl, so I think you deserve to hear this.” I feel the effects of alcohol return and my stomach feels queasy, and something tells me I’m not going to like what I hear. “Hear what, Daisy?” I ask, biting my lip, anxious to hear what’s about to come out of her mouth. She nods her head toward Quill’s room and says, “Maybe you should go see for yourself.” I stare at Daisy, trying to figure out what she’s trying to tell me, but figure she won’t say it. So I take a sip of my beer and decide to head to Quill’s room.
I feel like my feet are made of Jell-O as I struggle to make it to Quill’s bedroom door. I stop at Quills door and am about to knock on it when I hear a woman’s voice moan. I swallow hard and open Quill’s door slowly, trying hard to steady my breathing. What I see has me bolted to the spot. I can’t believe what is happening in front of me. The room is dark, but with Quill’s bathroom light on, I can make out their bodies. There in a moment of passion, Jess is moaning out Quill’s name as she straddles him, impaling him over and over again. Her arms are resting behind her on Quills raised knees, and Quill’s bottom lip is sucked into his mouth like he’s trying to hold back his pleasure. His head is tilted on the pillow with his eyes squeezed shut, and I hear him grunt as Jess continues to banged him. His strong hands squeeze her chest, and I suddenly feel bile rising in the back of my throat. I have to cover my mouth to stop myself from being sick. Jess moans again and Quill’s hands travel down her body and rests on her hips. I gasp, and Jess’s head snaps over to the door.
She smiles wide when she notices me. She doesn’t stop though. If anything, she rides him harder. “Told you he’ll always come back to me,” she says with a smirk caressing her lips. I notice how her eyes are glazed over in passion. I’m about to slam the door shut and run out of there, when Hawke comes up behind me and snaps the lights on. “Quill!” he roars. Quill’s eyes pop open and I hear him groan his release into that bimbo. His head suddenly snaps up and I see his reaction when he realizes I’m in the room. “Jasmine?” he questions, looking up at Jess in surprise. His expression changes from pure pleasure to shock, and then I see his jaw clench and his hands grip her tightly as he throws her off him. She lands on the floor with a thump. “Jasmine, is that you? Quill shakes his head, and in his defense, he seems drunk and confused, but that doesn’t excuse him from banging Jess. “I thought she was you, Jasmine,” he confesses. “Are you kidding me right now?” I shout, full of rage. “Do you think I’m that stupid, Quill?” He shakes his head, looking as if he’s trying to clear his mind.
He’s clearly been drinking, because when he stands up, he wobbles on his feet and then grabs the sheet to cover his now semi-hard shaft and heads toward me with pleading eyes. “Don’t you come near me, you jerk. I hate you for doing this to me,” I say with tears rolling down my cheeks. “Jasmine, please, let me explain,” he begs as he gets closer. “No, stop right there!” I hold him back with my hand. “I don’t want your explanations, but I do want you to answer me one thing.” “Anything, I’ll answer anything for you, baby.” I choke on my words when I ask, “Why her, Quill?” He takes a deep breath and rubs his free hand down his face. “Answer me, Quill. Why her?” I repeat, roughly wiping away my tears, not caring that I’m smudging my makeup. “Jasmine, please, let me explain. It’s not what it looks like.” My eyes blur with tears, and I feel Hawke’s hands on my shoulders. He turns me around to face him and gives me a brief hug before whispering in my ear to step out of the room. I nod in agreement, but as I walk away, a strong hand grabs my arm, bringing me to a halt. I turn around to see Quill pleading for me to listen to him, but then Hawke pushes him off me and they stare daggers at one another.
Quill’s expression changes to one of pure rage, and I see him clench his fists. He steps closer to Hawke, their noses only inches apart, and he snarls, “Get out of the way, Hawke, or I’m gonna make you.” Hawke shakes his head. “Not gonna happen, brother. You’re not going to damage her any more than you already have. You screwed up big time. Let her go. I’ll make sure she gets home safe.” Quill releases the breath that he’s been holding and looks over Hawke’s shoulder at me. He nods in agreement and watches as Jess walks past him to sneak out of his room. “And you,” Hawke shouts, “get out of this club and don’t ever come back here, you got me?” Jess stops and looks between Hawke and Quill, but knows better than to speak.
She races past them with her clothes in her hand and head held low. Hawke turns to watch Jess leave, and Quill sees that as an opportunity to get his hands on me. Hawke realizes and grabs him by the neck and pushes him up against the wall. Hawke punches Quill right in the stomach. “I warned you, brother,” Hawke states, pointing his finger in Quill’s face. “You might have just lost the best thing that’s ever happened to you. Do you really want to make it worse by forcing her to talk to you now?” And with that, Hawke walks over to me and with his hand on my back, announces, “Let’s go.” We make our way out to the main room, and I hear Quill’s pleas as he yells, “Jasmine, please, don’t go. It’s not what it seems. Jaassssmiiinnee…”