"What is going on here? Who the hell is this dude?" Jasmine asked, raising her voice. Summer held Camilo’s hand and took the ointment from him.
"Thank you, you don’t have to do it." She said with a faint smile and her gaze turned to Jasmine, who walked over to her and started pulling her by the shoulder to get up from the couch.
"Let me go, sis, what are you doing?" Summer whined, trying to work with her sprained ankle.
"What are you doing? Let her go. Can't you see that she can’t walk?" Camilo said with a bass voice and grasped Summer from Jasmine’s arms.
"Who is this gentleman in our house this late at night?" Jasmine asked, gazing at the way Summer was clinging to him.
"He is my manager at work." Summer answered. Jasmine squatted down, touching Summer’s ankle.
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