Five

A soft sigh escaped her lips as his hand caressed her cheek, eliciting a tingling sensation throughout her body.

'Oh, snap out of it! You're here to allure him, not to be seduced,' she scolded herself, trying to regain control.

With her eyes tightly shut, she could almost feel Rolland's lips inching closer to hers, now she couldn't stop it, her innocent body wanted this cold man's shaft badly. 

With her eyes tightly shut, she could almost feel Rolland's lips inching closer to hers. But suddenly, Rolland's voice pierced the air, shattering the fantasy.

"This is not a club, where you can sell your cheap body. Leave my office immediately," his cold voice echoed, snapping her back to reality.

In an instant, she found herself walking out of his office, feeling a mix of humiliation and disappointment.

Jasmine hurriedly stepped into the restroom, closing the door behind her with a slam. She stood in front of the mirror, observing her flushed face and feeling her rapid breaths.

"Oh God," she muttered under her breath, frustration evident in her voice.

"What a player! He's so damn handsome," she cursed silently, unable to deny the attraction she felt towards the young and attractive CEO.

Feeling the heat building up in her body, she looked at her reflection in the mirror and whispered to herself.

"Don't mix work with pleasure. Remember the rule: no strings attached," she declared repeatedly, reminding herself of the contract she had signed with Andre. She couldn't let herself desire his body; her goal was to make him desire hers.

"The only rule binding the contract is that I can't fall in love with him and I can't sleep with him. I must ensure it doesn't reach that point," Andre's words echoed in her ears.

Taking a deep breath, she composed herself and fixed her gaze on her determined reflection in the mirror.

She splashed water on her face, trying to cool down the heat in her cheeks. Afterward, she adjusted her clothes and hurriedly left the restroom.

"Hey babe," she heard Amira's voice as she walked towards her, wearing a smile on her face.

"Hi," Jasmine replied, her tone still carrying a hint of nervousness. Amira noticed the expression on her face and became concerned.

"What happened? Did that jerk hurt you? Should I go and give him a piece of my mind?" Amira asked, trying to lighten the mood with a playful tone. A small smile tugged at Jasmine's lips.

"You're so sweet," Jasmine said, her smile growing wider as she appreciated Amira's support.

"Yes, babe and I can make you feel even sweeter than those men ever could," Amira whispered into Jasmine's ear, her tone filled with seduction. It sent shivers down Jasmine's spine, leaving her with goosebumps all over her body.

Jasmine sensed something off in Amira's words and the expression on her face, but she dismissed it, attributing it to her paranoia for the time being.

"Oh, too bad I didn't know that earlier. I'll be looking forward to experiencing your sweetness," Jasmine replied, wanting to change the subject and walk away. However, before she could, something caught her attention.

"Amira, do you think the boss has a girlfriend?" she whispered, unable to contain her curiosity. Since yesterday, she had been curious to know the truth behind the rumors surrounding him.

"No, he prefers men," Amira muttered softly, her words hitting Jasmine like a surprise.

"What do you mean?" Jasmine asked, her voice filled with surprise. Before Amira could finish her sentence, she uttered a single word.

"He's gay."

"What!" Jasmine's jaw dropped in astonishment.

Just as she was about to say something else, her phone buzzed, grabbing her attention. Her eyes shifted to the screen, where she saw the caller ID displaying "Fedriz Club Manager."

Reluctantly, she answered the call, moving away from Amira. She gestured with her finger, indicating that she would come back to continue their conversation later.

Jasmine couldn't comprehend the reason for the club manager's call, and it made her suspicious. She didn't want Amira to overhear her conversation, especially since she didn't want her new colleagues to discover her past as a club dancer.

"Hello, manager," she mumbled into the phone.

She quickly entered one of the empty offices, noticing that there were no chairs except for a book on the shelves.

"Hi, there is a job for you tonight. A VIP customer wants you to come and dance for him at a hotel," the manager informed her.

"I don't engage in activities like that, and you know it," Jasmine interrupted before the man could continue.

"The man is willing to pay five hundred thousand dollars, and you know your cut of the money is significant. It's just a dance with nothing more," the manager explained, trying to entice her.

"I'm not interested. You know the rules—I don't dance for people outside the club. Moreover, I won't be dancing for now until I finish the project I'm currently working on," she firmly stated over the phone.

Just when I thought I had escaped," Jasmine whispered to herself as she heard the voice of the owner of Fedriz Club break the silence. Her heart sank, knowing that his voice meant trouble.

"Jasmine! Jasmine!" the owner's voice thundered over the phone, causing her legs to tremble. She held the phone tightly, bracing herself for whatever was coming next.

"Don't be an ingrate, Jasmine! My club helped you save your mother's health. She would have died if I hadn't employed you here," the owner's voice demanded. "You know your absence will cause the club to lose a significant amount of money, and you'll have to compensate for that loss. That's why I want you to dance for the VIP. I won't ask you to dance outside the club; you can come to the club and perform after your office work."

No, I can't," Jasmine quickly rejected the idea.

The club owner's voice grew stern, "Then be a good girl and dance outside. Make money for me, and we'll be okay. I won't have to come after you, or do you want me to..." He paused and took a breath.

"Just comply, and I'll do the same," he concluded.

Reluctantly, Jasmine muttered, "Send me the address." She knew that refusing him could lead to dire consequences.

Feeling trapped and conflicted, she briefly mumbled to herself, "Just dancing..." Her conscience weighed heavily on her, knowing she was compromising her values.

After hanging up, she turned around, intending to resume Donovan's task. However, her attention was drawn to a book on one of the shelves.

The title "How to Become a Better Person" caught her attention and piqued her curiosity about its contents. Jasmine stooped down, picked up the book, and walked out of the silent office, finding herself alone in the hallway.

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As Jasmine continued to move her hips in rhythm to the song, she couldn't escape the unsettling feeling that washed over her. The VIP man in the hotel room wore a devilish smile that made her stomach churn. His lustful eyes devoured her body, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

She silently prayed that the man wouldn't cross any boundaries. She couldn't help but notice how prominently his erect member strained against his pants, eager to find its way into a receptive opening. While encounters like this weren't entirely foreign to her, she relied on the presence of club staff to intervene whenever VIPs became too aggressive. She hoped that tonight would be no exception.

Suddenly, the man rose from his seat and began to approach her. Jasmine's fear intensified as he executed his next move. He forcefully grabbed her hand, causing her body to tremble, and forcefully pushed her onto the bed. Panic surged through her veins as she desperately yearned for an escape.

In a cruel twist of fate, the man delivered a stinging slap to her face, leaving her dazed and disoriented. He loomed over her, his expression growing darker and more menacing by the moment. Jasmine's body quivered with a mix of terror and helplessness, realizing there was no way out of this dire situation.

She understood all too well that to men like him, she was nothing more than an object for their carnal desires. The realization filled her with profound dread, as she braced herself for the inevitable violation that awaited her. Rich men like him had no regard for people like her; they saw her as nothing more than a disposable plaything, a mere whore in their eyes.

He busted into anger and tore her clothes, leaving her naked except for the pants that covered her pussy, just as she bit him on the hand. He started cursing and saying nasty things to her.

“How dare you. Your sinful dance got my manhood aroused, yet you wanted me to go home this way. You should be ready to pleasure me with your body after the dance….” Lucas, the VIP stated as he squeezed her breast painfully.

She winced and writhed in pain, yet he continued to slap her from right to left as she tried to obstruct her breasts from his view.

She shut her eyes in pain, just when she felt the man’s hands tracing down to her pants. 

Absently she muttered her bboss's's'sname, Donovan, to come and save her, knowing the man’s strength had overpowered hers.

Like a dream, the door blasted open, and to her astonishment, the man she least expected stormed into the room. His eyes were filled with rage and anger as they landed on the vulnerable state she was in.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice trembling, as he swiftly removed his jacket and approached her.