When the Night Falls

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Sherry waved her hand, looking at the two males. Her gaze shifted to Jasmine, who was muttering something under her breath with her eyes closed.

“I told her to stay away, but she couldn’t hold back,” Sherry said.

“Mic k, take Sherry with you.”

“Yes, Mr. Jefferson.” Mic k helped Sherry, and Sherry held on to Mic k’s arm, picking up her phone and bag.

Mic k wrapped his arm around Sherry’s waist as they started making their way out.

Theodore took the seat beside Jasmine and gazed at her. She was drunk, and he could smell different alcohol scents on her.

“Jasmine….” he called, picking up her phone and card. He searched for her bag, but couldn’t find it. It was either with Sherry, or she was sitting on it.

“Jasmine, it’s time to go home.” He held on to her wrist, gently pulling her up, but she protested.

“Hey, wh-who are you?” Jasmine asked, pushing the hand away. She tried to open her eyes but couldn’t.

Jasmine changed her position and looked where Sherry had been sitting. She narrowed her eyes. and made them wide open to see properly.

“Wh-where is my fr-friend Sherry? Wh-what did you do to her?” Jasmine slurred, looking at the stranger sitting beside her.

“Sherry went with Mic k, and you need to come with me.” Theodore took the buttermilk glass

from the bouncer.

“Why would I come with you?” Jasmine asked, not able to recognize the man. She couldn’t see

cle and the alcohol in her b*dy wasn’t helping either.

“Here,” Theodore said, handing the glass to her.

Jasmine took it before smelling it. She looked at the glass before taking a sip of it. When she

tacted the buttermilk mixed with something cane

cha drank ¦

Jasmine took it before smelling it. She looked at the glass before taking a sip of it. When she wAN! tasted the buttermilk mixed with something sour, she drank it.

Theodore looked around; the pub was filled with people. It was going to be hard taking Jasmine out. They would surely attract the attention of the people present.

Thankfully, the dining area was a bit far from the dance floor. The music wasn’t loud. Theodore looked back at Jasmine. She was waiting for his answer.

“I know you are drunk and can’t see properly, but I’m Theodore.”

Jasmine frowned, “Liar. You are not Theodore. I told him not to come.”

Theodore sighed. “Yes, you told me not to come, but Sherry and you are not in any shape to come home on your own. So Mic k and I are here to take you two home.”

Jasmine shook her head, looking at the stranger. Her mind was not working; neither were her

eyes.

She could see the blurred vision of the man and hear his strange voice, which was resounding in

her ears.

“Wow, mi-mister, you lie so much. Wh-where is my phone?” Jasmine asked and patted the table to find her phone.

“Why do you need your phone?”

“Ju-just give me my phone…” Her words were slurry. Theodore handed her the phone and watched as she took it before turning away. She whispered something on her phone.

Jasmine asked the Google Assistant to call Theodore. She waited for him to answer the call.

and he pulled it out from his pants pocket. He frowned when he saw

Theodore’s phone rang,

Jasmine’s caller ID.

He answered it. “Hello?” Jasmine whispered.

“Hello?”

“Theodore, there is a man sitting near me

Theodore was looking at Jasmine, and she turned around to look at him before looking away.

“And he says he is Theodore, which he is not, because you are Theodore.”

“The man sitting beside you is me,” Theodore said.

“You? How is that possible? I told you not to come.”

Theodore sighed, “I came here to take

you home.”

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“Oh.” Then she became silent.

“Then why are you talking to me on the phone?” Jasmine asked, confused.

“Because you made a call.” Theodore smiled, looking at Jasmine’s face, which turned confused.

“How can I confirm that it’s you? I can’t see you clearly,” Jasmine said.

“Turn around. I’m talking to you on the phone.” Jasmine turned around to see the man talking on a phone.

“Here.” Theodore handed her the phone. She ended the call with a wide smile on her face.

“Theodore, you are here!” she said, standing up and sitting in Theodore’s lap. To confirm, she held his face in her hands.

“Yes, it’s time we go home. Mic k and Sherry are waiting for us,” Theodore said.

“Okay?” Theodore sighed, standing up with Jasmine and her belongings. He carried her to the back door. The bouncers guided them out, keeping the drunken people away from them.

Jasmine was slurring something with her arms wrapped around his shoulders. He couldn’t understand what she was saying.

Mi c k opened the car door when he saw Theodore walking with Jasmine in his arms. Mic k had made Sherry sit in the passenger seat.

Theodore gently placed Jasmine in her seat and buckled her seat belt before going to the other side.

Mic k got into the driver seat, and Theodore held Jasmine’s purse in his lap, while Jasmine leaned against her seat, getting comfortable.

“Drive slowly; they are heavily drunk,” Theodore said, caressing Jasmine’s hand.

“Yes, sir.” Mic k started driving; he didn’t dare to look at Mr. Jefferson or Jasmine. Sherry was out like a light, sleeping while holding Mic k’ s jacket.

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“Jasmine….” Theodore called, looking at half-drunk Jasmine, who’d woken up from her nap.

“Whatttt?” Jasmine asked, placing her hands on her hips.

“Just let me help you with your clothes and sleep.”

“Nooooooo.” Jasmine shook her head. Her hair was a mess, and it hit her cheeks as she shook

her head.

She let out a giggle, doing it again. “What do you wanna do, then?” Theodore asked.

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“No000000.” Jasmine shook her head. Her hair was a mess, and it hit her cheeks as she shook

her head.

She let out a giggle, doing it again. “What do you wanna do, then?” Theodore asked.

“Let me think.” Jasmine replied, kicking off her heels. She felt relaxed when she removed the heels. But her feet were aching.

“Come here.” She gestured with her finger for Theodore to come to her. Theodore raised his brow before taking slow steps toward her.

“Let’s play a game. I will be your master, and you be my servan t,” Jasmine said with a huge smile. on her face.

Theodore groaned, shaking his head. “Not happening. It’s past one. You have work to attend to tomorrow; you need to sleep.”

“No… No… No…”

“Yes…”

“No sleep…”

“You’re going to sleep.” Theodore said, holding her shoulders.

“No! We are playing a game, then we are going to sleep.”

Theodore was done with the drunken Jasmine. They’d already played two games to keep her

entertained.

“Jasmine, I listened to you and played a game. Now you are going to listen to me.”

“Ha ha ha ha. You think I’m gonna listen to you? Nope! We are playing a game!”*

Theodore took a deep breath, rubbing his forehead. “Last game, then you are going to sleep.”

“Yes!”

He wondered how much she’d drunk. “So, I’m your master and you are my servan t. Your duty as my servan t is that-“Jasmine thought about it.

Theodore waited for her to speak, “Your duty is to massage my feet, my legs, my head, and my shoulders,” Jasmine said.

Theodore looked at her before nodding his head. “Sure.”

“First my feet; they hurt.”

“Okay, lie on your back on the bed. I will massage your feet,” Theodore replied.

Jasmine walked over to the bed, lay on her back, and got comfortable. Theodore removed his jacket before taking his seat near her feet.

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He placed her feet in his lap and started massaging, knowing Jasmine would be sleeping soon.

“That feels nice.” Jasmine commented when he started massaging her right foot.

Her eyelids became heavy as she tried to keep her gaze on Theodore, but she couldn’t. She sighed, allowing the darkness and sleep.

After some time. Theodore watched Jasmine sleep with her mouth slightly open. He was sleepy. He gently put her legs down.

As he unbuttoned her jeans. Jasmine muttered something but didn’t complain when Theodore stopped what he was doing.

He then proceeded with what he’d been doing when he saw Jasmine sleep. He removed her jeans, top, and bra.

He put a loose T-shirt on her before walking into the closet to change his clothes. He put on shorts and a T-shirt and used the washroom before getting into the sheets beside Jasmine.

He only held her hand and allowed her to sleep comfortably. He lay on his side, watching Jasmine as he thought about things she did.