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ASHLEY’s POV
Jasmine looked even more beautiful in person than in the picture. Her glossy blonde hair was long and wavy, bombshell hairstyled. She looked like a model as I watched her walk, heading to room 117. The way she swayed her hips accentuated elegance and grace.
Why were all bitches beautiful? Urgh!
But then as she turned to face the door to Uno’s apartment, it’s not only her beautiful side-view face that I saw but her belly.
Her pregnant belly. She’s pregnant?
It couldn’t be more obvious, because it even looked like she was in the third trimester of her pregnancy.
Was that Uno’s child?
It couldn’t be. He said he couldn’t get hard with anyone. It only gets hard when he was with me.
But she’s Jasmine. His first love.
And he was my first love.