A soft sigh escaped her lips as his hand caressed her cheek, eliciting a tingling sensation throughout her body.
'Oh, snap out of it! You're here to allure him, not to be seduced,' she scolded herself, trying to regain control.
With her eyes tightly shut, she could almost feel Rolland's lips inching closer to hers, now she couldn't stop it, her innocent body wanted this cold man's shaft badly.
With her eyes tightly shut, she could almost feel Rolland's lips inching closer to hers. But suddenly, Rolland's voice pierced the air, shattering the fantasy.
"This is not a club, where you can sell your cheap body. Leave my office immediately," his cold voice echoed, snapping her back to reality.
In an instant, she found herself walking out of his office, feeling a mix of humiliation and disappointment.
Jasmine hurriedly stepped into the restroom, closing the door behind her with a slam. She stood in front of the mirror, observing her flushed face and feeling her rapid breaths.
"Oh God," she muttered under her breath, frustration evident in her voice.
"What a player! He's so damn handsome," she cursed silently, unable to deny the attraction she felt towards the young and attractive CEO.
Feeling the heat building up in her body, she looked at her reflection in the mirror and whispered to herself.
"Don't mix work with pleasure. Remember the rule: no strings attached," she declared repeatedly, reminding herself of the contract she had signed with Andre. She couldn't let herself desire his body; her goal was to make him desire hers.
"The only rule binding the contract is that I can't fall in love with him and I can't sleep with him. I must ensure it doesn't reach that point," Andre's words echoed in her ears.
Taking a deep breath, she composed herself and fixed her gaze on her determined reflection in the mirror.
She splashed water on her face, trying to cool down the heat in her cheeks. Afterward, she adjusted her clothes and hurriedly left the restroom.
"Hey babe," she heard Amira's voice as she walked towards her, wearing a smile on her face.
"Hi," Jasmine replied, her tone still carrying a hint of nervousness. Amira noticed the expression on her face and became concerned.
"What happened? Did that jerk hurt you? Should I go and give him a piece of my mind?" Amira asked, trying to lighten the mood with a playful tone. A small smile tugged at Jasmine's lips.
"You're so sweet," Jasmine said, her smile growing wider as she appreciated Amira's support.
"Yes, babe and I can make you feel even sweeter than those men ever could," Amira whispered into Jasmine's ear, her tone filled with seduction. It sent shivers down Jasmine's spine, leaving her with goosebumps all over her body.
Jasmine sensed something off in Amira's words and the expression on her face, but she dismissed it, attributing it to her paranoia for the time being.
"Oh, too bad I didn't know that earlier. I'll be looking forward to experiencing your sweetness," Jasmine replied, wanting to change the subject and walk away. However, before she could, something caught her attention.
"Amira, do you think the boss has a girlfriend?" she whispered, unable to contain her curiosity. Since yesterday, she had been curious to know the truth behind the rumors surrounding him.
"No, he prefers men," Amira muttered softly, her words hitting Jasmine like a surprise.
"What do you mean?" Jasmine asked, her voice filled with surprise. Before Amira could finish her sentence, she uttered a single word.
"He's gay."
"What!" Jasmine's jaw dropped in astonishment.
Just as she was about to say something else, her phone buzzed, grabbing her attention. Her eyes shifted to the screen, where she saw the caller ID displaying "Fedriz Club Manager."
Reluctantly, she answered the call, moving away from Amira. She gestured with her finger, indicating that she would come back to continue their conversation later.
Jasmine couldn't comprehend the reason for the club manager's call, and it made her suspicious. She didn't want Amira to overhear her conversation, especially since she didn't want her new colleagues to discover her past as a club dancer.
"Hello, manager," she mumbled into the phone.
She quickly entered one of the empty offices, noticing that there were no chairs except for a book on the shelves.
"Hi, there is a job for you tonight. A VIP customer wants you to come and dance for him at a hotel," the manager informed her.
"I don't engage in activities like that, and you know it," Jasmine interrupted before the man could continue.
"The man is willing to pay five hundred thousand dollars, and you know your cut of the money is significant. It's just a dance with nothing more," the manager explained, trying to entice her.
"I'm not interested. You know the rules—I don't dance for people outside the club. Moreover, I won't be dancing for now until I finish the project I'm currently working on," she firmly stated over the phone.
Just when I thought I had escaped," Jasmine whispered to herself as she heard the voice of the owner of Fedriz Club break the silence. Her heart sank, knowing that his voice meant trouble.
"Jasmine! Jasmine!" the owner's voice thundered over the phone, causing her legs to tremble. She held the phone tightly, bracing herself for whatever was coming next.
"Don't be an ingrate, Jasmine! My club helped you save your mother's health. She would have died if I hadn't employed you here," the owner's voice demanded. "You know your absence will cause the club to lose a significant amount of money, and you'll have to compensate for that loss. That's why I want you to dance for the VIP. I won't ask you to dance outside the club; you can come to the club and perform after your office work."
No, I can't," Jasmine quickly rejected the idea.
The club owner's voice grew stern, "Then be a good girl and dance outside. Make money for me, and we'll be okay. I won't have to come after you, or do you want me to..." He paused and took a breath.
"Just comply, and I'll do the same," he concluded.
Reluctantly, Jasmine muttered, "Send me the address." She knew that refusing him could lead to dire consequences.
Feeling trapped and conflicted, she briefly mumbled to herself, "Just dancing..." Her conscience weighed heavily on her, knowing she was compromising her values.
After hanging up, she turned around, intending to resume Donovan's task. However, her attention was drawn to a book on one of the shelves.
The title "How to Become a Better Person" caught her attention and piqued her curiosity about its contents. Jasmine stooped down, picked up the book, and walked out of the silent office, finding herself alone in the hallway.
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As Jasmine continued to move her hips in rhythm to the song, she couldn't escape the unsettling feeling that washed over her. The VIP man in the hotel room wore a devilish smile that made her stomach churn. His lustful eyes devoured her body, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.
She silently prayed that the man wouldn't cross any boundaries. She couldn't help but notice how prominently his erect member strained against his pants, eager to find its way into a receptive opening. While encounters like this weren't entirely foreign to her, she relied on the presence of club staff to intervene whenever VIPs became too aggressive. She hoped that tonight would be no exception.
Suddenly, the man rose from his seat and began to approach her. Jasmine's fear intensified as he executed his next move. He forcefully grabbed her hand, causing her body to tremble, and forcefully pushed her onto the bed. Panic surged through her veins as she desperately yearned for an escape.
In a cruel twist of fate, the man delivered a stinging slap to her face, leaving her dazed and disoriented. He loomed over her, his expression growing darker and more menacing by the moment. Jasmine's body quivered with a mix of terror and helplessness, realizing there was no way out of this dire situation.
She understood all too well that to men like him, she was nothing more than an object for their carnal desires. The realization filled her with profound dread, as she braced herself for the inevitable violation that awaited her. Rich men like him had no regard for people like her; they saw her as nothing more than a disposable plaything, a mere whore in their eyes.
He busted into anger and tore her clothes, leaving her naked except for the pants that covered her pussy, just as she bit him on the hand. He started cursing and saying nasty things to her.
“How dare you. Your sinful dance got my manhood aroused, yet you wanted me to go home this way. You should be ready to pleasure me with your body after the dance….” Lucas, the VIP stated as he squeezed her breast painfully.
She winced and writhed in pain, yet he continued to slap her from right to left as she tried to obstruct her breasts from his view.
She shut her eyes in pain, just when she felt the man’s hands tracing down to her pants.
Absently she muttered her bboss's's'sname, Donovan, to come and save her, knowing the man’s strength had overpowered hers.
Like a dream, the door blasted open, and to her astonishment, the man she least expected stormed into the room. His eyes were filled with rage and anger as they landed on the vulnerable state she was in.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice trembling, as he swiftly removed his jacket and approached her.
Donovan walked out of the hotel room with a deep frown, he couldn't believe that he had been deceived by a woman. Two days ago, he spoke with a businessman, and they agreed to finalize the business in a hotel, only for him to reach the room and find a woman. The woman even tried to seduce him instead of talking about the business. He wondered why all these woman wanted to have a taste of her d×c*k. As Donovan walked down the hallway, he heard screams coming from a room next to the one he came out from. He wanted to turn deaf ears to it, go away until recognition came for the voice. Jasmine? He asked himself before going to the room, he kicked the door open and saw a man forcing himself on her. Damn it, he was so infuriated by the scene. Jasmine's eyes widened, her boss is the last she could ever expect to rescue her. “What are you doing here?” Jasmine asked as he walked over, pulling his overall jacket. The man on top of Jasmine jumped, hearing the bang of the door, he tu
“Don’t question me, I am leaving now. I only came in there because you're my secretary and I didn't want you to tarnish my name. Stay away.” With this, he entered his car, ignited it, and drove away. As he drove out of the hotel, he saw that the road was dark and desolate, as it was already late at night. As he continued driving, a flash of Jasmine ran through his mind, but it tosses off quickly. He turned to the expressway and increased the speed of his car to get home quickly. Meanwhile; Jasmine looked around the parking lot, it was cold, and she used the jacket to cover herself well, still looking around. She didn't know where to start. There was no one to call except Maria, but her phone was switched off. Even if her phone was not, she wouldn't call her, since she didn't want her to know. Jasmine started to walk out of the parking lot, looking around. She wrapped the jacket around her body, although it was very short and barely covered her butt. “What did I get myself into?!
“Your…” His eyes instantly glued to her body, taking in every shape, and the word wanting to come hung in his throat.Every Mark on her body, her belly piercing. Everything, turning him on and taking every of his attention. Absorbing him into a world of lust and want.Donovan couldn't look away as much as he wanted to, his lips parted and his eyes pushed backward. It was as though her body were glue, drawing him closer by the second.He could resist women’s bodies, but not hers, there was not a single blemish on her skin. How could a woman be that pretty?Donovan was going to raise his hand and move closer to touch her when she cleared her throat and quickly picked up the jacket. “Where can I change in?” she halted his moved deliberately, looking at him, her eyes shining under the warm light. Donovan looked away and pointed to the room next to the one he came out from. “You can do your business there.” He cleared his throat at the end before making his move to leave. However, as he
Wait, he left me?! Her eyes widened. Jasmine went back into the house, wondering what she was going to do and how she was going to get to work. Reaching the living room, she collapsed onto the chair, and one of her hands hit the side table, which made her take notice of a piece of paper. She took the paper and read the content, Anger grew in her at the content of the paper. How can he treat me like this? Jasmine felt like she was nothing to him, even after the passionate kiss…“I should come to the office myself? She twirled her head and her eyes rested on a black card he had left on the table.He left the card for her to board a taxi to the workplace. Jasmine rolled her eyes before sighing. She would have to find an ATM to withdraw some cash. Another sigh escaped her mouth, and reluctantly she sprang to her feet, dug her hand inside the small purse he carried, and brought out her phone.She tapped the screen of the phone, yet the phone refused to display.A wave of fear blew ar
Jasmine widened her eyes as she followed, this was because she knew the man. She knew the man so well. This made her legs feel heavier as she walked closer to his table. Donovan got to the table and shook the other man before taking his seat in front of him. Jasmine sat beside Donovan gently, her expression turned to a gentle one because of the man. “Mr. Richard, it's a pleasure to meet you in person,” Donovan uttered. Mr. Richard nodded his head before pressing his back against the chair and then looked at Jasmine, a small smile played on his face as he stared at her. Jasmine opened the portfolio and placed it in front of Donovan as he began to talk about the business. Jasmine avoided eye contact with Richard at all costs, she fixed her eyes on the table as Richard stared at her closely. As Donovan talked, he noticed this, he looked at Richard and then back at Jasmine, who felt uncomfortable. “It's not my business, I only came here for the finalization of this business,” Donovan
He took his hand to her jacket and started to pull it away. Successfully, he pulled it off and her full boobs came to view, the gown was v-chest; hence it exposed a large amount of her cleavage. This turned Richard on more, and then he moved his hand toward her breast, planning to squeeze it in his hands and take her right there. Jasmine struggled in his hands, wanting to get away as fast as possible. His hands gripped her skin so hard that it turned red, yet Richard didn't care, he just wanted to have his way with her. He pushed her to the table, and before she was able to get up, he trapped her hand above her at an impossible angle, making her yell in pain. Jasmine's screams were very loud yet no one came to her aid. Richard had paid the workers to stay away from the area and paid the other waiter to keep Donovan off. She was on her own and had to find a way to escape the hungry man. “Stay, you whore!” He screamed before running his hand along her boobs. At the same time, the doo
Jasmine got home with a swollen face, she had cried in the cab because of what Richard said to her. Every one of the words hurt her so much, she felt like nothing but a tool for the rich men to satisfy themselves. Donovan didn't even care about her, he treated her like trash and sent her away from his car. She was pained by his attitude toward her too.Getting home, she met Maria in the living room writing something from her phone. “What are you doing?” Jasmine asked and sat beside her on the couch. She didn't look at what Maria was doing. “Writing some instructions for pole dancing, how are you?” Maria asked, sitting up. Then she saw the dress that Jasmine was wearing, it was very beautiful and expensive. She instantly got jealous of it. “Did your boss get you that?” She asked, looking at the patterns on the dress and the jacket. It looked quite expensive. Jasmine nodded her head without opening her eyes. She was tired from the hectic day; the tantrum with Richard made her a lot
“Give me that girl, that's all I need right now.” Richard blurted. “What girl?” Donovan asked almost immediately with an irritated expression, making Andre wonder what they were talking about. “You know who I am talking about.” Richard grimaced. “You want Jasmine? You are seriously going to withdraw the contract because of Jasmine? A whore?” Donovan asked incredulously. He ended the call and didn't wait for Richard’s response, he was irritated. He threw his phone to the table, and it rolled to the edge, but he didn't care. Likewise, he turned to the space while Andre looked at him with questioning eyes. “What did he say, tell me.” Andre fixated his eyes on him. “The bastard said he wants Jasmine!” Donovan was annoyed, he didn't even know the reason he was that angry. After all, it was easy to give him Jasmine. “Then give her to him,” Andre responded, and this made Donovan Look at him, with anger. “What did you just say?” He asked with raised brows. Andre didn't understand the