Forty-Three

“How can you go to the door wearing that?!” He yelled, striding after her but before he reached her she had opened the door and a man walked in before being invited in. His eyes were on Jasmine, it was as though he had been compelled, his eyes were glued on her body.

Donovan didn't know the man, he had never seen him before but his attire showed he was a rich man. Anger surged in him seeing how he stared at Jasmine, he moved in front of Jasmine quickly; covering her with his big body. He glared at the young and handsome man in front of him.

“Who are you?!” Donovan grimaced, making sure his body covered Jasmine well.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Donovan, I wasn't able to make it to the meeting with my father. I had to take care of some other business. My name is Malik, Mr. Sultan’s son.” He stretched his hand to Donovan but he didn't accept it.

Malik smiled and took his hand back to himself.

“You come into people’s rooms without waiting for an invitation? That's quite rude. I can't believe the