Wreckless

Wreckless,
a short story

Part of the
Lunch Break
series

Stephanie Nicole
Norris

Copyright
©
2013 by Stephanie
Norris

All rights reserved. No parts of this book
may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means
without written permission of the author, except in the case of
brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

This is a work of fiction. The events and
characters described are imaginary and do not refer to specific
places or persons, dead or alive. Any resemblances are purely
coincidental.

What is the Lunch Break
series?

This is a series of short
stories, packed with the romance, drama, and suspense that readers
are
used
to reading in Stephanie’s books.
The
Lunch Break
series is only available on e-book. Once you get a taste, you
will want to read again and again. Read them on your lunch break,
on the train ride home, on the bus, in the back seat of a car, in a
waiting room, on the beach, or on an airplane. Wherever you go you
are guaranteed to feed your need to read.

To check out more books in
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Lunch Break
series, visit Amazon.com or BN.com

Dedication

To my Lord and Savior: You
have come into my life, saved my soul, and changed my heart in a
major way. I love You and no amount of words can express just how
much. I dedicate my writings to You in the hopes that I am
fulfilling the purpose You have for my life. To You, I give back
the gift You gave me. Thank You for keeping me, even when I didn’t
deserve it.

To my readers: You guys
rock! I would start naming people, but I don’t want to leave anyone
out. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! The ones who rock with me on Facebook,
Twitter, and Goodreads. The ones who purchase my books and/or share
them by word of mouth to others. I am truly thankful for you and
would never take any of you for granted!

To my editor Jamila E.
Gomez: Thank you for going over my words with a fine tooth comb!
You really help my creativity sparkle and I love it! Kudos to
you!

To my hubby: I love you,
boo. Thank you for always being by my side and making me yours
forever to infinity and beyond! You will always be my
baby!

Part 1

The Beginning

“I am the happiest man in
the world right now. Baby, you complete me like no
other.”

Maurice moved closer to
Jasmine, seductively kissing her on the lips and neck and rubbing
her body up and down -- from her soft curvy hips to the center of
her back. He pulled her in and whispered softly in her
ear.

“I love you,
girl.”

“I love you too, baby,”
Jasmine replied.

Maurice laid her back on
the couch and crawled between her legs, accidentally hitting the
remote. The TV came on and a preacher’s voice boomed through the
speakers. Jasmine searched for the remote while Maurice continued
his barrage of kisses.

“Ugh!!” she yelled, unable
to retrieve the remote.

With it finally within her
grasp, she sat up with determination. Her eyes heavy, she blinked
twice and her bedroom came into focus. Wet with perspiration,
panting lightly, she hit the power button and turned off the TV,
realizing she’d been dreaming.

“Boooo!” she exclaimed
disgruntled. Jasmine tossed the covers to the floor and slid out of
bed. “We was about to get our freak on!” she said, rotating her
hips in a circular motion. “Dumb TV!” she yelled, raising her fist
to the 27-inch electronic beast.

Maurice was her fantasy
man. There was never a dull moment when he invaded her dreams. In
real life, she stayed in the background when he was around. Jasmine
would never forget the most recent time she laid eyes on him. They
were on Floyd University campus where the ladies of Delta Sigma
Theta held one of their many fundraisers. Today they were
auctioning off
seniors
and the first
person on the stage was Maurice Desmon Jones. In his Omega Psi Phi
jacket, a black polo, blue jeans, and black Air Force Ones
he posed for the crowd of women being his usual silly and playful
self.
His smile could brighten up a room. His
chocolate complexion, low haircut and lite goatee outlined his
face. He arched his eyebrows trying to get a swoon out of the
crowd. It worked, all the women wanted him and so did Jasmine. She
discovered he was graduating soon with his
bachelor’s degree
in business management. For some reason, when he
was around, Jasmine admired his walk, his talk -- his presence
completely mesmerized her. Jasmine was transfixed anytime he was
near. She would often daydream just to get a glimpse of him
satisfying her every desire.

If he ever stepped to her,
she would definitely bring her “A” game. Jasmine chuckled at that
thought. “Okay, calm down ladies. We will start the bidding at
twenty five dollars.”

“
I know
I’m worth more than that,” Maurice said. The crowd
laughed.

“
We
can’t start the bidding high now chill out I got this,” Saundra
said.

“
Twenty-five dollars!” Someone yelled through the
crowd.

“
Thirty!” Another girl yelled.

“
Okay,
I’ve got thirty in the back,” Saundra said. “Do I hear
forty?”

“
Forty-five!”

“
Alright, forty-five going once, going
twice.”

“
Three
hundred dollars.”

The crowd gasped and they
turned to see who called out the bid. Teresa Fleming stood arms
folded with a smirk on her face. No one would dare out bid her, she
was the wealthiest Delta at the University, besides no one had the
money to do it anyway. Most of the students were here on school
loans or grants but Teresa’s family was loaded. Her father owned a
country club surrounded by a
golf course that sits on two
hundred acres of land
. Jasmine’s lips twitched,
Teresa needed to back off if she knew what was good for her. They
were roommates and Teresa knew Jasmine had a crush on him. Jasmine
could feel her blood pressure rise
;
she
was tempted to bid higher than Teresa. She had the money, it was no
problem but before Jasmine could speak up Saundra said, “Sold!”
Teresa took a bow and went up to claim her prize. She hugged him
and intertwined her arm through his as they walked off the stage.
The crowd of women clapped. Jasmine was furious. Following them to
the car she paused when she heard Saundra calling for Teresa. “I’ll
catch up with you,” Teresa told Maurice. He strode to the
car.

Saundra was Teresa’s best
friend. They had known each other since fifth grade. Even though
that was the case, Saundra was completely different from Teresa.
Like sweet and sour. Her devotion to God always came first no
matter what the circumstances, although lately she’d been slipping
on her prayer. She tried to keep Teresa on the straight and narrow
but that didn’t always work. As a matter of fact it failed most of
the time.
Whereas
Saundra was a southern
family girl, Teresa was a southern Jezebel. Going after any and
every man she wanted. Teresa was not use to rejection, if she
didn’t have her way she would make a way.

“
Why are
you spending money on him, I thought you were going out with
Daniel?” Saundra asked.

“
Aren’t
we raising money?”

“
I’m
raising money, where are you going?”

“
I just
donated money to the pot now I’m off to reap the fruits of my seeds
as you would like to put it,” Teresa said.

Saundra shook her head,
“You wrong for that, you wrong! Don’t you have enough skeletons in
your closet?”

“
Don’t
judge me.” Teresa turned and walked away. Jasmine was in ear shot
of the whole conversation, neither of the girls recognizing
her.

Suddenly,
the door
to her room swung
open and Teresa barged in
bringing Jasmine back to the present.

“Oh, I thought you were
sleep,” Teresa said.

Teresa was the kind of
woman any man would fall for; at least that’s what Jasmine
thought.
Light skin, grey eyes, and a Coke-bottle shape
pretty much guaranteed Teresa any pick of men. Short, straight hair
framed her face and showcased her perfectly plump Botox-injected
lips.
But surely, any real man could see through
that façade.

“How many times I gotta
tell you not to just open my door and walk in like you own
something up in here? Are you crazy? What if I had been in here
with somebody?”

Teresa cracked a smile.
“Oh, like who? Your dream lover?” she laughed. “The most I'd see in
here is you playing with yourself.”

“Well, if that’s what I
was doing, you would've been interrupting! Get out my room before I
put my foot in your store-bought booty! Everybody knows those are
butt pads -- you ain’t fooling nobody!”

Jasmine forged towards
Teresa, backing her out of the room before slamming the door in her
face.

“Maybe you need to get a
real person up in there to play with so you won’t be so moody,
heifer!” Teresa said as she leaned against the door.

“Whatever.”

The only reason she and
Teresa were roommates was because no other dorm rooms were
available. Jasmine knew instantly they would not get along.
Teresa’s whorish ways turned her completely off.

Jasmine made her way to
the bathroom and peeled off her clothes, dropping a piece with
every step she took. After work, her body was exhausted and
she
fell asleep
in the grey skirt and
button down shirt she wore.

Christmas left her bank
account with a negative balance. That was not acceptable and she
needed to have it straightened out soon. Jasmine loved the finer
things in life. She would go broke trying to keep up with
the
Joneses
.

Suddenly, the doorbell
rang. Jasmine wondered who it could have been this time. She
huffed, knowing Teresa must’ve
had to
earn
her money for the night. To her, Teresa was a top-dollar
prostitute. Jasmine turned off the shower, pulling her towel off
the shelf to dry her skin as she stepped out. She walked into her
room and pulled out a Looney Tunes night shirt that hung down to
her knees. Her bedroom resembled a modern day hotel room. Jasmine’s
sister specialized in interior design. After she got her hands on
Jasmine’s space it came out looking like an expensive escape. Her
walls blue with a platinum head board going across the middle of
the wall. She admired her space for a moment then opened her
bedroom door and walked down the hallway. The apartment was warm
and cozy. A fire crackled in the fireplace and an empty wine glass
and beer bottle were sitting on the kitchen table. Jasmine shook
her head. She knew it -- the trick was having company. Men Jasmine
saw in and out the dorm room came to mind. Jasmine opened the
refrigerator and saw a 24-pack of Budweiser beer and two bottles of
Moscato Villa Rosa on the shelf.