Chapter 47

Jazz POV

The thought of last night troubled me as I quietly climbed the stairs that led to the front porch of my house. I had spent the entire night fucking with Asphalt at the hotel that we had a meeting.

'Gosh. Why can't I get a grip of myself?This is so bad and Arianna would be so mad at me' I bit my lips as the thought crossed through my head.

I rode two men in just a few days. This would only mean my indecisiveness to make the right choice.

Opening the front door slowly after I had inputted the code, I tiptoed through the corridor but paused on my track when I had an I contact with Arianna.

She looked so pissed while sitting with her hands crossed above her chest in the living room. "Where did you spend the night again Jasmine?," she threw her question with a distinguishing glare that made me get tongue tied. "I know you had a meeting at the hotel yesterday and I know the time is over. So where did you go after then?," she interrogated me like I was a six year old that was caught