AFFAIR WITH MR ROLLAND

”Whooooooo”

Clap! Clap! Clap!

”Keep it on keep it on... Jasmine”

”You are beautiful, I  love you”

As Jasmine danced on the stage at Fediz Entertainment Club, the crowd erupted in cheers and shouts, calling out her name. Her captivating performance and alluring moves attracted numerous men from all over Mexico town to the club, willing to spend a substantial amount of money just to witness her dance.

With each sway of her hips and every graceful movement, she held the audience in a mesmerized state. The pulsating lights perfectly complemented the music, creating an enchanting atmosphere that enhanced her performance.

"Shake it off, Jasmine!" the crowd shouted with lustful desires. Slowly, she removed her clothes, revealing her flawless body, leaving her only in her underwear. The hungry eyes of the patrons craved to consume her perfect form.

Only the thin fabric of her attire covered her most intimate parts. Her eyes scanned the club, observing the lustful desires etched on the faces of the men. Their gazes alone had the power to strip away the last remnants of her clothing, exposing her vulnerability.

If it weren't for the club's rules that prohibited it, she knew that many of the men watching her would have climbed onto the stage, eager to claim her for their own.

Although she wasn't proud to be objectified by these lustful men, she couldn't afford to be sad either. Survival was her priority, and she had learned to use what she had to get what she wanted.

After graduating from school, she applied to various companies, but none offered her a job. Then, her mother fell ill. Her mother had been the main provider for their family, and as the eldest daughter, she had to step up and take care of her and her younger sister. It was during this desperate time that she was offered a job as a dancer at Fediz Club, the most prestigious club in all of Mexico, frequented by the wealthy and influential.

The seductive melody of the song carried on, igniting the passion of the crowd as she continued to sway her hips toward them.

Among the sea of onlookers, her eyes locked on a handsome man in the audience. He appeared disinterested in the performance, his attention focused solely on the phone in his hand. It was as if he was more captivated by his device than by her dance.

A wave of disappointment washed over her.

He was the first man she had encountered who seemed unaffected by her mesmerizing dance skills or her captivating beauty. A spark of intrigue ignited within her. Besides her dancing talent, she had a knack for taking on challenges, particularly those that appeared impenetrable.

A loud noise aroused as Jasmine lighted down from the stage and walked towards the cold man that seemed impenetrable, if she wanted to be true to herself, she loved what she beheld. Likewise, she wished to feel him but it is against her rule. 

"He's coming towards you," a nice man whispered to the cold man, pulling him out of his deep thinking.

Wanting to make sure of what he heard, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Jasmine as she approached. Before she could reach him, he quickly stood up and walked away.

"Wait," his friend called out to him, but he ignored him and left the club.

A gasp escaped the mouths of the crowd as they watched the man walk away from Jasmine, the stunning dancer whom every man longed to spend a night with.

As she witnessed the expressions on the faces of the crowd, anger churned in her stomach. Just as she was about to return to the stage, Andre, the friend of the cold man, approached her. He knelt, took hold of her hand, and kissed it.

"You are incredibly beautiful," he said with a chuckle on his face.

At that moment, the music came to a halt, and the crowd erupted in shouts and cheers, hailing her name.

"You're the best, Jasmine!" they praised her name, lifting her spirits and alleviating the embarrassment she had felt.

After the music ended, she stopped dancing and crawled back to the dressing room. Coming down from the stage provided an opportunity for the lustful man to approach her, bombarding her with his advances.

As she changed her clothes, she couldn't help but overhear the gossip about herself since she couldn't block her ears from hearing.

"She thinks everyone will succumb to her charm," one voice said.

"She's so conceited. If not, she wouldn't have dared to pursue the CEO of Vivex Group of Companies for herself... She's nothing but a promiscuous woman," her colleagues gossiped about her.

What!?" she exclaimed.

She had been hearing the name of the CEO of Vivex Group of Companies, but she had never met him before. Now, she was filled with fear, realizing that she had managed to anger the cold Donovan.

"So, I've finally landed myself in trouble?" she muttered, aware of the rumors circulating in the city about him.

Nevertheless, she pretended to be ignorant as usual. She had always heard their envious words towards her, especially from her fellow dancers. She had accepted it as part of the profession. However, she didn't anticipate that they would blame her for having more clients than them. Was she truly responsible for their resentment?

If I were you, I would focus on improving my skills instead of sitting here and gossiping about someone who's doing better," she retorted to her colleagues. Many called her a bitch, and she was always ready to be one to those who deserved it.

Her colleagues stood there with their mouths wide open, unable to respond. Jasmine looked at them disdainfully, scoffed, and left.

As she stepped outside the dressing room, she took a deep breath. She contemplated turning around, but then she heard her name.

"Jasmine," a man called out to her. He was the club manager, someone whom Jasmine admired and respected greatly among the club staff.

"Yes, sir," she replied and turned to face him.

"The boss is asking for you," he informed her, and she nodded. She wondered why the boss was summoning her this time. Usually, it meant there was a VIP client who wanted special treatment. But today, Jasmine wasn't in the mood to dance separately for anyone. The humiliation she had experienced at the hands of the cold man in front of the crowd still lingered in her mind.

As she entered the room, she caught a glimpse of the man who had saved her earlier, standing with the owner of Fendix Club.

She slightly bowed her head to her boss, but her gaze remained fixated on the man's presence, curious about his connection with her boss.

"Mr. Andre has a business proposal for you. I hope you'll consider it, as it can fetch you a significant amount of money to take care of your sick mother," her boss explained, and Jasmine furrowed her brows.

"Must he reveal my secret to a stranger?" she murmured.

"Yes, sir," she replied, unable to reprimand him. After all, he was the one who owned the place where she earned her livelihood, especially for her mother's medical expenses.

As her boss started to walk away, giving them privacy, he tapped her on the shoulder and whispered, "Make sure you don't miss this great opportunity."

"What do you want?" Jasmine asked arrogantly, once she was certain her boss had left the room.

"Is that how you greet your savior?" Andre remarked.

"Savior my foot," she retorted with a scoff.

"What do you want? My time is valuable, and I don't waste it unnecessarily," she began, her tone filled with disdain.

"Or do you want me to repay you for your help?" Jasmine finished sarcastically.

"I want something in return. I'm not Santa Claus," he replied bluntly.

His presence began to anger Jasmine, and she wondered why. He wasn't the one who had embarrassed her, yet his mere presence brought back memories of the incident.

"I know you're a manipulative man. Anyway, name your price," she said, her lips curling with disdain. She knew he must be wealthy, considering she had seen him conversing with his cold friend.

"My payment is simple. I want you to seduce my friend," he revealed.

"Which friend?" she inquired.

I've heard rumors about your confidence, and I know you seek revenge. I'm ready to provide you with a platform," Andre stated.

"A platform for what...? Are you asking me to seduce the cold and sorrowful Donovan? Moreover, I've heard he's gay, so I don't think I stand a chance with him," Jasmine replied skeptically.

"Those are just rumors, not necessarily the truth. Why don't you give it a try? Let's find out the truth... The way he looked at you earlier piqued my curiosity. I want to uncover what lies behind that gaze," Andre urged.

"Stop beating around the bush and tell me the real reason why you want me to seduce him," Jasmine demanded.

"You're as smart as they say... Donovan used to be the happiest person, but after his breakup with his ex-girlfriend, he became incredibly sad and started treating women poorly. As his best friend, I want to see my cheerful friend return, and I believe you have what it takes to bring him back to me," Andre explained.

"I'm sorry, but I can't. Maybe you should try someone else," Jasmine replied, turning towards the exit door.

"I will pay you two hundred thousand dollars if you can help me. The first step is to go for an interview at his company tomorrow. Make sure he hires you, and I will pay you half of the money upfront. After you've completed the task, I will provide the remaining payment," Andre offered.

Jasmine paused, contemplating the offer, her mind filled with uncertainty.