Six

Donovan walked out of the hotel room with a deep frown, he couldn't believe that he had been deceived by a woman. 

Two days ago, he spoke with a businessman, and they agreed to finalize the business in a hotel, only for him to reach the room and find a woman. The woman even tried to seduce him instead of talking about the business. 

He wondered why all these woman wanted to have a taste of her d×c*k. 

As Donovan walked down the hallway, he heard screams coming from a room next to the one he came out from. He wanted to turn deaf ears to it, go away until recognition came for the voice.

Jasmine? He asked himself before going to the room, he kicked the door open and saw a man forcing himself on her. 

Damn it, he was so infuriated by the scene. 

Jasmine's eyes widened, her boss is the last she could ever expect to rescue her.

“What are you doing here?” Jasmine asked as he walked over, pulling his overall jacket. 

The man on top of Jasmine jumped, hearing the bang of the door, he turned around and saw Donovan walking toward them—Toward Jasmine. 

“Who the hell are you? How dare you barge into this room!” he screamed at Donovan, his face morphing into a frown. 

Donovan said nothing to the old man, he was aiming for Jasmine, who was still shocked that he came here. 

How did he get here? She wondered. 

How did he know I was here? Was he following me? She asked herself a rhetorical question, moreover, she continued looking at him. 

As Donovan was about to use his jacket to cover Jasmine, the old man, Lucas, held his hand with anger and glared at him.

“How dare you?!” he screamed, with  sheer rage and anger in his eyes.

Donovan gently looked at the hand he had touched, his face remained emotionless; like ice. Brutal ice, scaring Lucas. Lucas was quite intimidated, but he didn’t let go of Donovan. 

“Let me go right now,” Donovan warned, his face still expressionless. Brutal and Cold. 

“What will you do if I don’t…” Before Lucas was able to finish his words, a smack landed in his face, and he staggered backward with dizziness. 

Jasmine raised her brows, almost excited, she bites her lips from smiling, seeing how. Lucas almost fell.

Donovan was fighting for her, something she never considered happening to her.

Perhaps it was because no one had ever fought for her, or saved her from men like this. There was a twirl of emotion in her, but she let it go quickly.

Donovan reached her and threw the jacket on top of her. Slowly, Jasmine picked it up and covered her uncovered part of her body.

Her face looking downward, she couldn’t look at his face, she felt regretting of herself, especially for Donovan’s sake. 

“You, how dare you? Do you know who I am? I am a VIP in this hotel, I have so much money and can sue your entire family!” Lucas threatened, holding his bleeding nose. He looked around, probably looking for his phone. 

“You should be careful the way you talk to me, I just witnessed you attempting to rape a girl. You know what that means for you and your reputation.” Donovan stared at the man eyeball to eyeball. Then he brought out his phone, and Lucas widened his eyes. 

“What are you doing?” Lucas asked, widening his eyes and hiding his face. However, the shutter of the camera came loud in the air, followed by a flashlight from Donovan’s phone. 

“You are dead meat if I post this to the public!” Donovan smirked, seeing Lucas’ face drop. 

Then he turned to Jasmine and then moved closer to her, she, on the other hand, moved backward because of the way he stared at her.

His face was cold and emotionless. It was as though he wanted to finish what the man started. 

Then Donovan held her leg, seeing that she was moving backward, to the other edge of the bed which was farther. Jasmine's eyes widened when he held her leg and then pulled her toward him. 

“What….” Before she could finish the sentences, Donovan moved one of his hands under her thighs and the other around her back and carried her in a bridal style. 

The jacket fell to the bed at Donovan’s pull and Jasmine struggled; hence she was left naked. 

Donovan couldn’t resist not peeking at her, her body appeared in front of him and glued him. His thought was immediately infiltrated by her perky boobs, which were the first his eyes met. They were round and huge, clean with no single peck of dirt. 

For the first time in forever, Donovan felt his heart race. His heart never races, not for Business, as he was excellent at that and has no fears. Not for people. Perhaps when he does his exercise, but his heart hadn't beat for a person in a long time. 

He traced his eyes down, taking in her pleasant skin, and he felt his dick twitch from the sight. Donovan quickly averted his eyes before Jasmine picked the jacket from the bed and then used it to cover herself, shyly. 

It took a little while for Donovan to get himself. Her body was too beautiful, he had never seen such clean skin. Her waist was slim, and her hips were wide. He saw her thighs too, they were thick. His breath came out roughly, realizing he was touching her bare back, her skin was so soft and fragile in his hands. 

It was as though he were holding a puppy, a cute puppy with large, cute eyes. Except this was different, he almost couldn't explain it.

“Please spare me, don't post the picture!” Lucas had fallen to the floor and was now begging. 

His voice made Donovan notice him, and he turned his head to him. 

“Give him one of my business cards,” 

Donovan uttered, looking at Lucas, referring to Jasmine, who didn't pay attention. 

“Am I not talking to you?” Then he looked at her. 

“Me?” Jasmine pointed at herself, looking at him. Their faces are a few inches apart. 

“Yes, who else is my secretary here?” He asked, staring at her with raised brows. 

Jasmine looked down and started playing with her fingers, which made Donovan raise his brows. 

“You don't have my business cards, and you call yourself my secretary?!” He half yelled. Jasmine raised her head to talk, but was unable to produce a word.

“Damn, shut up and check my jacket pocket!” He groaned. Jasmine rolled her eyes. Why is he shouting at me? She asked herself before taking one business card from the jacket she used to cover herself. 

“Throw it at him.” He commanded, and Jasmine smiled before throwing the card to Lucas’ face. 

“Call me for any damages made, your nose is bleeding.” Donovan looked at him one more time before leaving the hotel room. 

“I am really naked, are you going to go through the front with me looking like this?” She asked, looking at him. Donovan looked ahead. He didn't say anything in response. To him, she was starting to talk too much. 

Jasmine rolled her eyes and looked away, hating his quietness. However, Jasmine saw that he didn't go through the route they came from, and the place he was going through looked like a VIP route. 

She blushed inwardly, thinking her charm was already working. 

Donovan reached the parking lot and then dropped Jasmine on the floor, her foot hit the cold floor, making her stomp her feet until she got used to the floor. 

Donovan didn't share her a glance, he started to walk toward his car. 

“Are you going to take me to your house? I can't go home looking like this, I would be bombarded with questions.” She looked at him while holding the jacket in place to cover her well. 

“Why? Are you not proud of your job?” Donovan asked with a rather irritated look.

“What are you talking about?” A part of her knew what he was saying, and only the thought of it killed her inwardly. 

“Don’t question me, I am leaving now. I only came in there because you're my secretary and I didn't want you to tarnish my name.

 "Stay away.” With this, he entered his car, ignited it, and drove away.