Jasmine got home with a swollen face, she had cried in the cab because of what Richard said to her. Every one of the words hurt her so much, she felt like nothing but a tool for the rich men to satisfy themselves. Donovan didn't even care about her, he treated her like trash and sent her away from his car. She was pained by his attitude toward her too.Getting home, she met Maria in the living room writing something from her phone. “What are you doing?” Jasmine asked and sat beside her on the couch. She didn't look at what Maria was doing. “Writing some instructions for pole dancing, how are you?” Maria asked, sitting up. Then she saw the dress that Jasmine was wearing, it was very beautiful and expensive. She instantly got jealous of it. “Did your boss get you that?” She asked, looking at the patterns on the dress and the jacket. It looked quite expensive. Jasmine nodded her head without opening her eyes. She was tired from the hectic day; the tantrum with Richard made her a lot

“Richard’s address.” The heading read and Jasmine let out a wry laugh before more tears grew in her eyes. Smiling, she wiped her eyes dry before ordering an Uber, which automatically accepted to go to the address before coming to her.With this, she was on her way. Meanwhile; Donovan still busied himself with his laptop, going over work he had done before because he couldn't concentrate on the new ones as he was making mistakes. His phone rang again, but this time he didn't bother checking it, as he knew it was his mother calling. Just then, the door flung open, and his mother walked in. She held her phone in her ear and looked at her son, who raised his head when the door opened. There was an expectation in his eyes and when he saw his mother, his eyes fell. “It wasn't me you were expecting?” She asked before walking closer to him. Mrs. Keid, a beautiful woman, was Donovan’s mother, a hardworking woman who gets whatever she wants however she can. Donovan looked away from his mo

“Are you going to sign the contract willingly or not?” Jasmine smiled.“How did you get the video?!” Richard yelled, looking at her with a pale face. His hands shook slightly and fear grew in his heart. “Don’t worry about that, just sign the contract and we are done here.” She smiled at him again. Richard had no choice but to give up, he knew better.“Can I go?” Jasmine asked and he raised his head to her. The once condescending face turned to a pitiful one. “Jasmine, don't expose that video, please.” He begged. Jasmine said nothing in response and walked out. She left the paperwork with Richard because his lawyer would have to review it once more to be sure nothing changed. Now, in her room, Jasmine wondered what she had done wrong to deserve the words Donovan said to her. She ended up sleeping off on the bed and only woke up in the evening. It was the same time she always prepared to go to the club. Her body was indeed used to the time. She stood from the bed and at the same t

“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 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