Forty two

Just then, the lady noticed Jasmine.

“Wait, is she your...” The lady looked between Donovan and Jasmine.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, Carol. She is just my secretary.” Donovan uttered and Jasmine’s heart dropped.

Jasmine watched Donovan utter the word casually, there was no movement in his eyes, no emotions. Just nothingness. Emptiness. All through the night he had touched her, made her feel as though she was something.

She thought she meant something to him because of the way he looked at her, touched her, and made her feel like she was loved by him. Did everything mean nothing?

Although a part of her knew that Donovan wasn't one to feel, she still thought she meant something to him. There was a little fraction of hope in her and now, in a blink of an eye, he eliminated that hope.

“Wow, she's so beautiful.”

Donovan glared at Claire, this was because he understood her words more than anyone. He knew that Claire was a lesbian and she was interested in Jasmine.

“Claire, go away.” Th