“Jasmine, you are in trouble. He came here earlier and he was damn furious, he added that he was going to fire you!” Amira uttered gently and with pity.The words Jasmine heard made her heart beat super fast in her chest. “He is going to fire me?” Jasmine was terrified. Without saying anything more, she walked into Donovan’s office. Opening the door, she met him working on his laptop. Jasmine got in and walked into his presence. “Sir....” However, before she finished, he cut her off. “Why are you late, Jasmine?” He kept his head stuck to his laptop and then suddenly, he said his head, “No, you're not even late, you're absent today. Look at the time, it's noon and you are supposed to resume as early as 6 am because I resume at 5 am!” He uttered, his voice sounding like he was angry. However, deep down, he was glad that she resumed work. He thought she would never come again because of his behavior toward her the other day. “Uhm, I'm sorry, sir. I know I did wrong and it was all m

Thirty minutes later, Donovan got home. Entering the living room, there was someone there. Someone he knew so well. “What do you want?” He asked coldly without looking at her. “Do you realize I birthed you?” Mrs Keid uttered dropping the glass of champagne she had been drinking. Donovan didn't answer her, he dropped his key on the tv stand before going to his bar. Although annoyed that his mother was around, he would still like to know why she had come. “What do you want, Mrs Keid?” Donovan poured himself some alcohol. “Well, you didn't give me a response over the phone about the trip?” She stood and walked closer to him while he thought about what she had told him. “I don't like your idea, I'm not going over there. You know Mr sultan, he's crazily religious and all that.” Donovan gulped all the drink at once and it burnt his throat. “And he is crazily rich, this man is willing to award us a three billion naira contract. A contract that's meant to be shared between fifteen peop

“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

“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