denim miniskirt and white blouse.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Pierce growled as he put his hands on his hips and moved to the top of the porch stairs.
“That’s a nice way to welcome your girlfriend,” Jasmine tried to tease as she smiled up at him from the bottom of the stairs.
“So, not only are you good at throwing me under the bus to the cameras, you’re also delusional.”
“I’m sorry, Pierce. I always believed in you. I was just so scared of what was going to happen to you and the media just pushed those cameras into my face. I didn’t even know what was happening! That’s why I came here. I want you to know that I will be by you, my boyfriend, every step of the way showing you how much I love you.” Jasmine tried to look reassuring as she put one heeled foot on the bottom stair and gave a little pout of her lower lip.
“Let’s get one thing clear. You are not my girlfriend. Our relationship ended the second you stepped in front of the cameras and started bad-mouthing me.” Pierce held up his hand as Jasmine opened her mouth to argue. “And as for standing by my side, you wouldn’t even know how to do that. The only woman doing that so far is Tammy. You weren’t by my side as I was arrested. You weren’t by my side when I was at the hospital or when I was being hauled into the police car on television. You weren’t even by my side this morning in court!” Pierce couldn’t believe Jasmine would even show up here. That pout, which before this weekend he loved, only infuriated him now.
“Tammy? You’re comparing me to Tammy? Now that’s a laugh. I’m a woman, she’s just a kid in a boy's body. Maybe it’s true what they say about what goes on in jails if you’re trying to compare a woman like me to that…flat-chested, short, boy-cut girl.” Jasmine crossed her arms and pushed up her ample chest and let her nails come out as she realized Pierce wasn’t going to welcome her back with open arms.
Pierce strode down the stairs and stopped right above her. “Get out of here before I call Marshall out here to arrest you for trespassing.” Jasmine narrowed her eyes and tossed her long hair over her shoulder as she turned to walk away.
“Oh, and Jas,” Pierce called out as he waited for her to turn back around.
“What?”
“You’ll never be half the woman Tammy is.”
Tammy stood rooted in place at the door. She had snuck out of the dining room to check on Pierce, only to have opened the door in time to hear Jasmine ripping her to shreds. Tammy had finally been pushed to the limits. She wasn't a confrontational person at all. She much preferred to laugh, tease, and be happy. She tended to avoid the more unpleasant parts of life. She figured growing up in the mobile home with a father who drank himself to death was enough unpleasantness to deal with. But, hearing Jasmine set her off.
She had taken just one step onto the porch when Pierce had called out to Jasmine. Tammy froze when she heard the most beautiful words she had ever heard come out of his mouth. He thought she was more of a woman than Jasmine. He had never seen her as a woman before and not only that, but to defend her. Tammy felt the electricity of excitement run through her body. Could it be true, after two years of doing everything she could to get his attention, that Pierce finally saw her for who she was?
Pierce turned and his eyes widened slightly as he saw her standing there. Tammy couldn’t help the smile that came over her face. “Thank you for sticking up for me, Pierce.”
“It was nothing,” Pierce mumbled as he walked up the stairs.
Tammy reached out and placed her hand on his arm. She felt the muscles bunch beneath her touch. ”It was something to me. No one has ever stood up for me before.”
“Don’t do this, Tammy,” Pierced warned.
“Do what?” Tammy asked, confused.
“This. What you want, what you’ve wanted for two years.” Pierce waved his hands about in agitation
“What the hell are you doing here?” Pierce growled as he put his hands on his hips and moved to the top of the porch stairs.
“That’s a nice way to welcome your girlfriend,” Jasmine tried to tease as she smiled up at him from the bottom of the stairs.
“So, not only are you good at throwing me under the bus to the cameras, you’re also delusional.”
“I’m sorry, Pierce. I always believed in you. I was just so scared of what was going to happen to you and the media just pushed those cameras into my face. I didn’t even know what was happening! That’s why I came here. I want you to know that I will be by you, my boyfriend, every step of the way showing you how much I love you.” Jasmine tried to look reassuring as she put one heeled foot on the bottom stair and gave a little pout of her lower lip.
“Let’s get one thing clear. You are not my girlfriend. Our relationship ended the second you stepped in front of the cameras and started bad-mouthing me.” Pierce held up his hand as Jasmine opened her mouth to argue. “And as for standing by my side, you wouldn’t even know how to do that. The only woman doing that so far is Tammy. You weren’t by my side as I was arrested. You weren’t by my side when I was at the hospital or when I was being hauled into the police car on television. You weren’t even by my side this morning in court!” Pierce couldn’t believe Jasmine would even show up here. That pout, which before this weekend he loved, only infuriated him now.
“Tammy? You’re comparing me to Tammy? Now that’s a laugh. I’m a woman, she’s just a kid in a boy's body. Maybe it’s true what they say about what goes on in jails if you’re trying to compare a woman like me to that…flat-chested, short, boy-cut girl.” Jasmine crossed her arms and pushed up her ample chest and let her nails come out as she realized Pierce wasn’t going to welcome her back with open arms.
Pierce strode down the stairs and stopped right above her. “Get out of here before I call Marshall out here to arrest you for trespassing.” Jasmine narrowed her eyes and tossed her long hair over her shoulder as she turned to walk away.
“Oh, and Jas,” Pierce called out as he waited for her to turn back around.
“What?”
“You’ll never be half the woman Tammy is.”
Tammy stood rooted in place at the door. She had snuck out of the dining room to check on Pierce, only to have opened the door in time to hear Jasmine ripping her to shreds. Tammy had finally been pushed to the limits. She wasn't a confrontational person at all. She much preferred to laugh, tease, and be happy. She tended to avoid the more unpleasant parts of life. She figured growing up in the mobile home with a father who drank himself to death was enough unpleasantness to deal with. But, hearing Jasmine set her off.
She had taken just one step onto the porch when Pierce had called out to Jasmine. Tammy froze when she heard the most beautiful words she had ever heard come out of his mouth. He thought she was more of a woman than Jasmine. He had never seen her as a woman before and not only that, but to defend her. Tammy felt the electricity of excitement run through her body. Could it be true, after two years of doing everything she could to get his attention, that Pierce finally saw her for who she was?
Pierce turned and his eyes widened slightly as he saw her standing there. Tammy couldn’t help the smile that came over her face. “Thank you for sticking up for me, Pierce.”
“It was nothing,” Pierce mumbled as he walked up the stairs.
Tammy reached out and placed her hand on his arm. She felt the muscles bunch beneath her touch. ”It was something to me. No one has ever stood up for me before.”
“Don’t do this, Tammy,” Pierced warned.
“Do what?” Tammy asked, confused.
“This. What you want, what you’ve wanted for two years.” Pierce waved his hands about in agitation
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