“Anything? Anything like what?” Donovan asked back, looking into her eyes. Her eyes suddenly got interesting to Donovan, they were gleaming and beautiful. She had brown gorgeous eyes, he thought, staring intently into them like he wanted to read her mind. Donovan stretched his hand like he was going to touch her face and Jasmine expected it. Her eyes went shut, just to feel the warmth of his hands on her face but it never came. She opened her eyes and saw Donovan looking straight like he hadn't just teased her. She hated it. “Your seat belt,” he told her and she huffed before clasping it. The ride was silent, neither of them saying a word to the other. Both are conflicted by their thoughts; they were both feeling the opposite of what they are supposed to feel. Jasmine knew she wasn't supposed to wish for his touch, anticipate his touch and wish he would kiss her. She was supposed to do the opposite, seduce him and make him feel again but it seemed as if he was the one doing the w
Donovan smiled. “Of course, typical Mr. Sultan.” “Fiancee?” Jasmine looked at Donovan. *“Shall we go, sir?” The man asked and Donovan nodded. “Let’s go.” He held her hand and they both followed through the escalator to the room. Jasmine was surprised when the escalator stopped in the suit. Aside from that, the suit was large like a home. There were extended rooms after the living room, and the living room had a kitchen. It was a typical home for couples. “I will leave now.” The man turned around and left. “Wow, it's so big.” Jasmine looked around, walking about with an amused face. Donovan watched as she walked about, checking the room. He wasn't amused by the room but he was amused by her. The smile on her face and the way she walked around excitedly all contributed to his rare amusement. Donovan Rolland never gets amused, he wasn't surprised by anything as he had seen many beautiful things - if not all. He followed her to the bedroom which was the only bedroom in the suite
“I want to kiss you.” It wasn't a question neither was he asking for permission but he was informing her of what his heart wanted. His hands moved from her jaw downward and she breathed out before sucking in her breath and stiffening against his touch, with her eyes gently closing. She had wanted it for a very long time therefore it was hard to resist. She didn't want to push him away as much as her mind was telling her to. She wanted him so much, as an ant would want honey. She craved for him, craved his touch. Again, she sucked in her breath when he pressed his hand on both sides of her waist. Donovan moved one hand back to her jaw and moved her face to look up at him as he tilted his head lower to meet her face. Her eyes, her breath, her reaction; everything was driving him crazy slowly that he wanted to rip her clothes off her. He wanted her, she might not know that but he wanted her badly as much as she wanted him. Then, he gently used his thumb to brush her cheeks, delaying
“I want to kiss you.” It wasn't a question neither was he asking for permission but he was informing her of what his heart wanted. His hands moved from her jaw downward and she breathed out before sucking in her breath and stiffening against his touch, with her eyes gently closing. She had wanted it for a very long time therefore it was hard to resist. She didn't want to push him away as much as her mind was telling her to. She wanted him so much, as an ant would want honey. She craved for him, craved his touch. Again, she sucked in her breath when he pressed his hand on both sides of her waist. Donovan moved one hand back to her jaw and moved her face to look up at him as he tilted his head lower to meet her face. Her eyes, her breath, her reaction; everything was driving him crazy slowly that he wanted to rip her clothes off her. He wanted her, she might not know that but he wanted her badly as much as she wanted him. Then, he gently used his thumb to brush her cheeks, delaying
He spread her legs and insert his manhood at the tip but her inside kept pushing him back. He tried over and over again until a thought that he thought was quite impossible came into his mind. “Are you a virgin?” He looked at her with raised brows. Donovan watched her expression intently, he didn't want anyone of her reaction to go without him reading it. Donovan pushed backward, scared to penetrate further as she was extremely tight. Her facial expression was also neutral, she hadn't answered the question he asked her. “Answer me.” He looked dangerously into her eyes wanting an answer immediately. “I’m not!” She looked at him. For a second, Donovan thought she had never been touched by a man. Only the thought made his heart thump fast in his chest, it felt good for a second to believe he would be the first man to touch her. Again, he knew it wasn't possible. “Of course, you are a dancer.” He mouthed and went back to kissing her. She heard him yet she didn't say anything in resp
“Bring it.” He stretched his hand to her wanting to take the bed sheet. Jasmine pushed back with an amused face. “You want to wash a bed sheet?” She raised her brows. Donovan withdraw his hand back to his side and looked away. “Of course not. I was going to call the hotelmaids to wash it, you don't have to.” He scratched the back of his head, wondering what was wrong with him. He’d never say that to a girl. Suddenly, he wanted to help Jasmine out. “No, I will..” Before Jasmine finished, the doorbell sounded. It was the room keeper, she came to ask if they needed anything, and Donovan told Jasmine to give her the bed sheet. Reluctantly, Jasmine gave it to her. After that, she went to the bathroom to bathe. There was a spacious shower with three shower heads. Opposite the shower was mirrors hence one could see themselves bathing. Jasmine went to the front of the mirror, her reflection showed in it, and she stared at herself. There was something in her telling her that what she did
“After bathing, you are going to tell me everything about you in case Mr. Sultan asks. We are meeting him tomorrow,” he informed her.Donovan wrapped his hand around her waist and collected the soap from her hand, he used it to lather her body and gently wash her body with the soap. Jasmine moaned as his hand went around her body. She loved it. She loved it when he touched her. “If I continue to touch you like this, I might never be able to get to our discussion for the day,” he uttered into her ears. In the end, Donovan let her go although he had to fight every part of himself to do this. He got dressed in a white shorts and a black tank top before settling on the bed, waiting for her. A few minutes later, Jasmine came out in a black night wear that packed her full boobs well. Her cleavage was on display. Donovan couldn't help but stare, she was too beautiful for him to look away. He shifted uncomfortably when she came nearer and sat beside him. “What do you want to know about me
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