Donovan sat before his laptop at home, looking over the designs for the new project that the graphic designer had sent to him. Even so, he couldn't concentrate deeply on his work. Throughout the day at the office, he was expecting her to come back. He fired her, but she didn't try to beg or explain herself. How rude and proud. He had said to himself when he thought of it. When he went to Amira’s table, he saw that Jasmine had dropped all of her information, and this made him scoff painfully. He couldn't make it through to the reason he was pained. Donovan left work early because he was tired of the anticipation, he was anticipating nothing in particular. At that moment, the door opened and Andre walked in. He was fully suited, unlike the casual t-shirts and jeans that he always wore. Donovan raised his head and noticed his outfit, and he raised his brows, wondering what the occasion was about. “Why? Did you go on a date?” Donovan asked before looking away. Andre sat on the bed a
“Get her the dancing costume, give her the one that only covers her nipples and cunt. The men have been demanding that from her, and we need money.” With this, Markon left, leaving Jasmine to fight for her breath. Jasmine’s legs felt weak, and she fell on the chair. She sighed before her breathing started to regulate, she had never felt so threatened in her entire existence. This time she didn't want to dance but she knew Markon wasn't joking about what he said. Jasmine didn't care about what others would think if the video came out, but what her mother would think of her. She hurriedly stood and ran to the dressing room to meet Octavo, she didn't want to waste time. When the ladies in there saw her, they gasped and started whispering words to themselves. Jasmine didn't mind them at all and looked for Octavo, then she went into his office and there he was. “I told you to follow me before the big boss comes out, now see what you have caused for yourself.” Octavo didn't turn to her,
Donovan said nothing and just took the cup Andre was using, he poured himself a full cup of liquor and gulped it at once. Andre widened his eyes. Donovan was a bad drinker. He doesn't drink alcohol since he could get intoxicated quickly. Donovan sighed as he gulped the drink and looked back at Jasmine that was still dancing seductively. All the men's eyes were on her, and they hailed her as she swayed her hips. Donovan’s entire body felt uncomfortable seeing her like that. “Why is she wearing clothes like that? She was modest the first time I saw her!” Donovan uttered, looking at her. His friend, Andre, looked at him and let out a small laugh. He looked incredibly uncomfortable. Then Donovan began to fan himself with his hands. “Wow, why is there so much heat here? Is this suit suddenly stuffy?” Donovan uttered. “Are you okay?” Andre asked, trying to contain his laughter from bursting out. Donovan didn't look at Andre at all, his focus was on Jasmine. When he saw from t
Donovan moved closer, lost in her eyes and his heart closed to any other thought. He inched closer and closer, and then closed his eyes before crashing his lips on Jasmine’s. Jasmine gasped, she wasn't expecting the kiss, yet she accepted it and didn't move away. Gently, she moved her hand into his hair and then twirled his hair between her fingers. Donovan moaned gently into her mouth; enjoying every part of her. Her lips were soft and subtle, tasting like strawberries because she chewed gum earlier to wear off the tramadol taste in her mouth. Donovan pulled her closer, making sure there was no space between them, and then he pushed her to the car before kissing her roughly. The alcohol in his system was making him do things without thinking much about it. Her body was delicate in his hands and he gently rubbed it. He moved gently and softly, taking in every angle of her body as though he were studying her skin because he was. Donovan treated her body like an egg, scared that he w
However, as soon as she opened the door, she saw someone that she didn't expect to see. “Why are you back so early?” Jasmine asked, walking in. Maria was seated on the two-seater couch watching TV, she frowned right when she saw Jasmine walk in. Then she raised her leg on the couch before placing her hand on it. “I left early since someone was taking all the attention,” Maria answered without sharing Jasmine a glance. Jasmine smiled and gently went to sit beside her. “Are you talking about me?” She asked, looking at her friend who still didn't share her a glance. Maria didn't respond to her, she kept her focus on the TV, which made Jasmine smile. Seeing that Maria wouldn't pay attention to her, she decided to go to her room and sleep as she was tired. Jasmine had just stood up when she heard Maria’s voice, “Doesn't this make you a slut? Having all these men at your beck and call, and then wearing a tiny dress to get their attention?” Maria looked at her.The words Maria said ma
Amira picked up her phone, which was on the left side of the table, and then dialed a number. It was Jasmine’s number. The phone rang and she picked up almost immediately.“Yes?” Jasmine’s voice sounded at the other end. “Hi, Jasmine. Am I bothering you?” Amira’s voice sounded gentle. “No,” Jasmine simply replied, although she was confused as to why Amira called her. Jasmine sat up, wondering if Donovan had told her to call. Although she knew the chance of this was very slim. “The boss has been stressing me out with yelling and yelling, can I come to your place to relieve my stress? I have no friends to go to.” Amira's voice sounded pathetic, which made Jasmine pity her. Jasmine kept quiet for a while before considering. “Alright, but I have a roommate? Would you be comfortable?” She asked to be sure, especially now that she and Maria were not on good terms. “Yes, there is no need. I'll buy something edible!” Amira uttered excitedly before ending the call. Meanwhile; Jasmine
“You never told me you do women too,” Maria uttered, she had seen the way Amira behaved, and she knew instantly that she was a lesbian. Hearing this, Jasmine turned to Maria. She raised her brows confused wondering what was talking about. “What are you saying?” Jasmine asked, her eyes fixated on her. She watched Maria go back into her room without responding to her. Jasmine thought it was weird, but again, she knew Maria was in her jealousy phase. Getting into her room, she picked a nice gown and then a bag to match. With this, she called a taxi to carry her to her destination. In the car, she couldn't help but think about Donovan. She wondered how he was doing. How could he just kiss her and disappear like that? Once he was nice to her and another time he was a monster. Jasmine wondered if he was bipolar, no one should behave like that. Soon, the car halted at her destination. She paid the cabman before going down and then looked at the building in front of her. It had been a whi
Donovan entered his car without saying a word to Doctor Miles about Jasmine. Hearing those things about her made his heart twitch several times, he didn't know she had such a responsibility. Is this the reason she became a dancer? Donovan thought, looking into his space. Then he started rubbing his heart because it was beating swiftly. He looked out his window again and at the same time his phone beeped, he looked at it and saw Andre’s name. “Dude, did you change the lock to your house?” Andre’s voice sounded angry. Donovan rolled his eyes. “How do you keep forgetting the passcode when you're always in my house,” He asked. “What?” “Dude, it's five four—four five, not the other way around.” Donovan sighed. Andre can be so forgetful at times. There were a few minutes of silence before Andre laughed victoriously over the phone. “Ah, I keep mixing the numbers.” Donovan rolled his eyes again and ended the call. Soon, the car reached home and Donovan got out before the driver