“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

“How can you go to the door wearing that?!” He yelled, striding after her but before he reached her she had opened the door and a man walked in before being invited in. His eyes were on Jasmine, it was as though he had been compelled, his eyes were glued on her body. Donovan didn't know the man, he had never seen him before but his attire showed he was a rich man. Anger surged in him seeing how he stared at Jasmine, he moved in front of Jasmine quickly; covering her with his big body. He glared at the young and handsome man in front of him. “Who are you?!” Donovan grimaced, making sure his body covered Jasmine well. “I’m sorry, Mr. Donovan, I wasn't able to make it to the meeting with my father. I had to take care of some other business. My name is Malik, Mr. Sultan’s son.” He stretched his hand to Donovan but he didn't accept it. Malik smiled and took his hand back to himself. “You come into people’s rooms without waiting for an invitation? That's quite rude. I can't believe the

“What did you expect us to be? Husband and wife?” He squinted his face in a confused manner and it was then Jasmine realised. She meant nothing to Donovan Rolland. “Get off, let's go back.” He ordered, walking toward the car. “No, go.” She looked away, adjusting her clothes well. Donovan stopped and turned to her. “Look, I don't do commitments, you either accept me this way or forget we ever made out. Now get in the car, there is no way you're getting back without me.” He went to her and dragged her by the arm and she couldn't resist as he was stronger than her. She grumbled and went to sit on the other side. Jasmine folded her hands across her chest wondering why she was so angry. Donovan was off-limit, his friend, Andre, made sure of that. Why am I angry that he doesn't want commitment? She asked herself yet, she couldn't stop herself from getting so pissed. Soon, they reached the hotel. Jasmine got out of the car immediately after he parked. She walked in and took the elevat

“I am not your wife!” She yelled looking him in the eyes. There was a shift in emotions in his eyes which was rare. Very rare in the eyes of Donovan Rolland! However, he was quick to get rid of it. “Oh really? You are talking like you don't enjoy me calling you my wife. You enjoy it you love it. Don't make it look one-sided.” He held her hand tightly and dragged her out of the car. “You know what bothers me? The fact that you will still go out there and flirt with a man. Is it because his father is richer? Do you think he's better?” Donovan glared at her. Jasmine felt humiliated by his words, she didn't think he would talk to her in that manner. “You talk like you own me.” She looked at him with incredulity. “Don't I? I paid you off from the club, didn't I? Therefore you do everything that I say, I own you! You can't let some other guys touch you, or flirt with them. What the fuck am I even saying, you're a dancer and it's in your blood!” He growled in her face, and then let go o

Donovan paused when he saw Maria, he didn't expect to meet her. He didn't think she was the one that messaged him. In fact, all he had in mind was to see Jasmine, it was all he wanted. “Come in,” Maria walked toward him even though he glared at her. “You sent me the text.” He inquired even though he knew the answer. Maria gently nodded her head. “Why? Isn't Jasmine your friend?” He raised his brows. He was already getting irritated by her. “Yeah, but I can't watch her continue to deceive a good man like you. Jasmine is not just a dancer, she is also a whore like a real-time whore.” Maria continued to move closer to Donovan.“Do you think I'm lying? I can tell you where they went to.” Maria offered, getting Donovan to squint his eyes in thought. “Send it to me.” Donovan turned around and walked away. He was already seething. The thought of her being with another man wasn't sitting right with him. Every part of him was fighting against the idea. As soon as he got into the car, hi