Page 37 of Four Fiances & I

“He’s in Sean’s car. Tell them I’m on my way, and we will deal with whatever’s upset her together.” I hear Layton agree as the call ends. I don’t have to tell Gordon to speed up as he already has. I might miss Calvin having my back, but Gordon is proving just as good at reading the room and knowing what I need without saying it.

“Of all the days for therapy not to go well,” I sigh, rubbing my face as the guilt settles in my gut.

“You can't all be there every time. The four of you run several very successful and stressful businesses. Jaz knows that and understands why she had to go alone today,” Gordon points out.

“We have a schedule and are meant to keep to it, but Christian disappeared when he was meant to be with her.” I don’t know what has gotten into my brother recently, but I never thought he would put anything before Jasmine. He could have asked me or the twins to deal with whatever cropped up, but once again, he is keeping us out of the loop, and it’s getting old fast, especially now Jasmine is suffering because of it. He can think again if he thinks I will keep my mouth shut this time.

We pull up outside the back of the house, and I tell Gordon to wait for my call before jumping out and heading through the back door. As soon as I leave the kitchen, I hear Jasmine’s music and know it’s not a good sign. Taking two stairs at a time, I reach the landing and find Maximus and Sean standing outside her bedroom. The music is deafening, even though her door is closed.

“Have either of you been in?” They turn to look at me and shake their heads.

“We spoke to Layton downstairs, and he’s worried. Apparently, she ran out of her therapist's office and was beside the car quicker than he could unlock it.”

“Fuck,” I groan, rubbing my face.

“Where the fuck is Christian? He was meant to be with her!” Maximus hisses through gritted teeth, his eyes ablaze with anger.

“I don’t know, something important must have come up, especially for him not to be here for her therapy,” I know I need to keep the peace; if Christian is up to something dodgy, I want to keep the twins out of it as well as Jasmine. But with me, he doesn’t have a choice. I need to know what the fuck is going on.

“Stop making excuses for him. He’s dropped the ball and hurt her in the process; he needs to sort his shit out!” Maximus snaps, getting angrier.

“I know, and he will be told, but getting angry right now isn’t helping Jaz. She needs you to be calm, so if you need to take a minute to sort your head out, go and do it. Do not let her see you like this.”

Maximus glares at me for a moment before his face softens. He nods slightly before taking a deep breath and forcing himself to calm down.

“We were saying before you arrived that we think you should go in and see what’s going on,” Sean explains.

“If we all go in together, it might be too much for her,” Maximus finishes. I nod in agreement as we’ve all noticed that one of us is sometimes better than all.

“Wish me luck,” I sigh as I knock on her door. I wait a few seconds and listen for her, but I can’t hear anything over the music. I look at the twins and sigh before knocking again as I open the door.

“Jazzy?” I stop as I look at the bed, expecting her to be on it, but all I can see is her bag. “Jazzy?” I call again, heading to the bathroom to check if she’s there, but I find it empty. “Jazzy, where are you?” I shout, rushing over to her stereo to shut off the music.

“Where is she?”

I turn to see the twins entering the room. Sean heads straight for the walk-in wardrobe but curses when he doesn’t find her there.

“Check the other rooms,” I order, rushing out of Jasmine’s and heading to Christian’s. I call out to her and check everywhere, but it’s empty. As I leave his room, planning to head to mine, I see Sean rushing out of it.

“She's not in yours. Maximus is checking mine.”

“She’s not in either of ours,” Maximus adds as he joins us at the top of the stairs. “She must be downstairs,” Maximus declares as he turns and storms down the stairs. We all rush, taking them as quickly as possible.

“You two search here; I’ll check the studio and gym.” The twins nod once before rushing off in different directions before I head for the underground gym and studio.

I can hear more music as soon as I enter, but not the type she usually dances to. I’m about to check her studio when I hear something coming from the sparring room where we keep the punching bags and boxing ring.

Hearing the sound again, there is no mistaking what I hear. I slowly open the door.

Inside, I find Jasmine in a pair of shorts and a sports bra, wearing boxing gloves and hitting a punching bag. From how she is breathing and going for it, I think it’s safe to say something has really upset her today.

“Jazzy?” I call softly as I walk into the room. The way her shoulders jump for a second tells me she heard, but she doesn’t stop her assault on the bag. I approach and stand slightly behind it so she can see me, but she doesn’t have to stop what she’s doing if she doesn’t want to.

“Hey, what’s happened?”

Jasmine’s eyes lock with mine briefly before she hits the bag twice. It starts to swing, making it a little more difficult for her to hit, so I hold it in place for her. She freezes for a second when she sees me holding it, but I nod at the bag in my arms.

“Keep going.” She says nothing but starts punching again, each time getting harder and faster. I watch as the tears slowly slide down her cheek, and it takes everything in me to keep holding the bag and not pulling her into my arms.

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