Page 15 of Four Fiances & I

“Yeah. Is there any chance there is some food left over? I’m starving,” Maximus answers. Glancing at my watch, I see that it's already coming up to midnight, and he will be out for at least another two hours.

“Mrs Brown was going to plate up your food and leave it in the microwave for you. I will check that she has,” Sean says as he hands his phone to Jasmine. “Jaz has my phone, as I’m sure she wants to talk to you before she heads to bed,” he adds before walking out of the room.

“I’m going to wait for you to get back,” she says into the phone.

“No, you're not. Go to bed, Shorty. I will see you in the morning.”

Jasmine turns the loudspeaker off and stands from my lap before walking away as she talks to Maximus quietly.

“Everything sorted in Bristol?” I hear Jason ask as I watch our girl.

“Yeah, the building’s been destroyed on the inside. Police think it's squatters or a bunch of ASBO kids. There have been a few similar cases recently.”

One of the premises we have been converting into a new fitness centre was broken into, and a fire started a few days ago. Luckily, we were far from ready to open, and none of the equipment was inside. But they have destroyed the walls and some of the flooring. They had taken advantage of the windows still being boarded up so no one could see inside.

“Is this a one-off, then? Or will there be more?” Jason asks, standing from the bed.

“I don’t know. Hopefully, it'll be a one-off,” I reply, thinking about the damage I saw this afternoon.

“Do we need to talk when she isn’t around?” he asks. I shake my head quickly, looking back to Jasmine, who walks over to us, no longer on the phone.

“I’ve sorted it,” I answer quietly, hoping Jasmine won’t hear. I know he’s not going to drop it, but I’m too tired to deal with his nagging right.

“You okay, Jazzy?” Jason asks, placing an arm around her shoulder. She nods as she leans into him.

“Can I sleep in with you tonight?” she asks, looking at me. I stand with a smile and run a hand over her head.

“You know you don’t need to ask,” I reply, pressing a kiss to her head. “Why don’t you go and say night to Sean and get ready for bed? I’ll be right in.”

Jasmine turns in Jason's arms and hugs him as she lifts onto her tiptoes to kiss his lips.

“Thank you for sitting with me all day,” she whispers. Jason cups her cheek with his hand before kissing her gently.

“You know you don’t have to thank any of us for looking after you, Jazzy. You are always our main priority.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t show how grateful I am for you all, though,” she smiles before kissing his cheek and stepping back to face me. “I’ll see you in a minute.” She flashes a seductive grin, and I reach out, pulling her into my arms.

“You going to be in bed ready for me, Baby girl? So I can show you just how much I’ve missed you.” She nods eagerly, so I press my lips to hers hard, claiming her, leaving her with no doubt that I’ll be making her scream tonight.

I pull away, leaving her gasping for breath.

“Go and say goodnight to Sean, Baby. I’ll be right there.”

She rushes from the room eagerly, with a small giggle, as she goes to find Sean.

“She’s been worried sick about you,” Jason says beside me as we watch our girl rushing out of sight.

“I tried to get the phone sorted sooner, but the insurance guy and police were difficult from morning until night. I’ve hardly eaten or slept. All I’ve had time to do is pass messages through Terry.” Running my fingers through my hair, I know I need to give him more information, even if it’s the last thing I want to do.

“Going back to your question, I don’t know what to think. My gut’s telling me we need to be on the lookout for trouble, but I could be wrong.”

“Or you are worried that something is going to go wrong with the wedding, and you are projecting those worries onto everything else.” Jason cocks that one eyebrow at me, daring me to say he’s wrong when I know he might not be.

“Maybe,” I admit. “No harm in keeping an eye on things through.”

“Well, just remember that it isn’t just us you need to keep in contact with; it’s her too. You dropped a ball this week, and it hurt her, even if she would never admit that to you.”

“I know. I will speak to her. I really didn’t mean to worry her or you,” I answer before leaving his room. “I’ll speak to you in the morning,” I call, heading into my room to wait for my beautiful girl.

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