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It was a dark cold evening, the dark clouds hovered above the earth tipping in the sense of the upcoming heavy downpour.
Jasmine drank from the large bottle of alcohol in her hand, many eyes roamed round her body, ladies whispering to themselves and giggling at her dressing.
She returned home from work earlier but was not allowed entry into the house. Her stepmom was at it again, she didn't let her in, that alone made her wander around in extreme and immense sadness.
She really wants to the ground to open up and swallow her so her sorrows can just end there but that seems like a superstition to her.
She looks pretty odd amongst them as everyone present are dressed in super expensive dress to rock the bar party.
Just when she finished that bottle of alcohol in her hand, Tristan came in looking breathtaking, he was invited for the bar party which he couldn't reject because he was invited by a very good friend.
All the ladies turned their attentions to him winking and biting their lips seductively but none of their sides did he look. He sat down comfortably on a couch paying no attention to the stares.
Jasmine gulped down half of the second bottle, men eyes flickered in lust as they stared at her, not minding the fact that she is on a corporate outfit.
Tristan eye searched his friend who had invited him for the party, he kept looking around and his eyes finally landed on Jasmine who did nothing than drinking.
"Who the hell comes to a bar in a corporate outfit?". He scoffed still staring at her.
Every other thing happening in the bar at that moment seems useless to her not excluding the lustful stares from the sinful men. She dropped the last bottle and heaved a sigh of relief.
Men eyes glued to her body and Tristan felt irritated just by looking at them.
"Y'all are so shameless". He muttered and diverted his gaze towards another direction.
He turned his gaze to the two men sitting next to his chair when he heard them both whispering audibly.
He turned back to Jasmine and then the men who were planning on how to get down with her. Jasmine stood up and staggered towards the washroom to clean up.
Before the men could rise to their feet and go after her, Tristan spranged up immediately walking towards her direction.
The men groaned hitting their fist on their palms.
"Let's go with plan B". One of them said and the other agreed.
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Jasmine splashed water on her face, shutting her eyes and opening it. She was feeling drowsy and weak, the alcohol had great effect on her. She filled the basin with water and dipped her face in it hoping it clears the drowsiness off her face but it didn't.
She raised her head and brushed her hair backwards. She wasn't feeling too good, her sight gradually became blur. She tripped against something and she flung her eyes open.
She staggered out of the washroom with a blurry sight. She bumped into Tristan who was actually outside the washroom, she smiled and clung onto him tightly.
He gasped and tried pushing her off but her grip was too strong, in short, she almost choked life outta him.
His heart began palpitating as he feared for the worse to happen but strangely nothing happened.
"Hey! It's best you leave this moment or you'll regret coming to this bar!". He snapped but she said nothing.
Her head dropped lifelessly on his shoulders without saying a word.
"Woman! Don't take my help for granted!!". He said but got no reply.
"Where the f*ck do you stay then?". He asked trying to cool his temper but still, he got no reply.
"Shit!!". He spat looking around angrily.
He let out a long sigh before carrying her in a bridal style. He got to his car and dropped her at the back seat, he also got in and drove off.
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Tristan parked his car at the lot and stepped down. He sighed out in frustration, he opened the car and carried her out. She wrapped her hands around his neck choking him.
"Tf! Do you want to squeeze life out of my life?". He yelled releasing her hand forcefully with one hand.
He threw her a hard glare before going in. He booked a room and staggered towards the elevator with the drunk Jasmine in his hands as he couldn't use the stairs with her in that state.
His intention was to drop her off at the hotel and leave but seem fate has it's own way of doing things.
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Tristan flunged the door open after inserting the card into the necessary place. He dropped her on the bed and heaved a sigh of relief.
He was about leaving the bed when she grabbed him tight, pulling him to herself on the bed. He fell heavily on the bed breathing hard, she wrapped her hands around his neck and her legs around his waist.
His heart thumped faster as his throat itched for water, she buried her head on his shoulders breathing slowly.
He pushed her off and she clipped her legs to his waist tight, her face directly in front of his, he swallowed hard as he examined her pretty face. He turned his gaze elsewhere breathing hard.
It seems impossible for him to get out of her strong grip, the more he tries, the more she tightens her grip around him. She moved her head closer to his, their lips were just few inches away. He slowly took his eyes to her red lips, he tried to push her away to avoid the temptation but she pouted cutely and he lost all self control left in him.
He pressed his lips on hers hungrily, she opened her eyes slowly but her sight was still blur, the sweet colonge filled her nostrils despite the dizziness, she could tell how soft his lips were on hers.
She moved closer to him reciprocating the kiss in her dizzy state, he pushed her back to the bed, hovering above her without breaking the kiss. She locked her legs around his waist, his d**k rubbing against her p***y through the fabric.
He groaned as his rod erected inside his pants. The kiss became intense, licking and sucking on her tongue and lips.
He grabbed the duvet and pulled it above their heads.
ππππ ππ πππππ 9:30ππ ^ ππππ 5 ~ 4ππ πππππ The rays of sunlight shone brightly into the large room, two humans could be seen on the large bed as the rays shone on them as well. Jasmine stretched her hands yawning tiredly, she brought down her hands to her face, using her palm to block the rays as she slowly sat up. She felt extreme pain between her legs, her sight was gradually getting clearer as she adjusted to the brightness within a twinkle of an eye. She gasped covering her mouth in shock. She looked around and saw her clothes littered around the room. Tristan laid on his stomach with the white duvet almost covering all his body an his face was not in her direction. She ignored the hurting pains between her legs, she picked up her clothes and hurriedly put them on running out of the room. She got outside, flagged down a taxi, got in and the journey to her house began. She was greatly troubled as she tries to remember how she ended up on the bed with
πππππππ ππππππ πππππππ'π ππ π πππ The huge glass door pave way slowly revealing Jasmine. She had knocked earlier and was ushered in. She took slow strides towards his table with her head down. She has never seen the boss nor entered his office. The first time she saw him was at the reception, where she works. She has to be in her best behavior, so she won't loose her job. "Good morning sir". She greeted with a slight bow and he nod. He stared at her for some minutes while her heartbeats increased with so many questions lingering in her head. "What's your name?". He finally asked. "Jasmine". She replied fearfully. "Do I look like a fierce animal? Or is there any weapon here with me?". He asked and she shook her head sideways. "Tell me about yourself". He demanded. Right from when he entered the building, he recognized her to be the girl from the bar and he summoned her presence in his office for some certain reasons. She stood like a psycho w
Two women could be seen seated on a lavish imported couch.One of them was Susannah, while the other was a lady dressed elegantly and fashionably. Beautiful stoned shining heels were displayed on the table. Judging by the stone diamonds, one could easily tell that that piece of accessory was crafted using the highest quality materials. A diamond heel like that was worth more than a million. Natasha had deliberately brought that item to pay her respects to her future mother-in-law. Susannah wore a friendly smile as she mutters, βYouβre so thoughtful, Natasha. I wasn't expecting such an expensive gift from you.β She sized up Natasha admiringly. Natasha is the daughter of Luckman a highly capable businessman and the face of the socialites in this city. Natasha's career has recently thrived, and she has successfully upgraded her status to an A-list celebrity Model. Sheβs beautiful and equipped with great etiquette. All of her excellent traits fulfilled the standards of the daughter-i
The moment the duo walked out of the house with Natasha sending a despised glare at Jasmine, Jasmine immediately knew coming to Tristan's house in the first place was a huge mistake."Mr. Tristan, I think I've overstayed my welcome. Please don't come searching for me anymore." Jasmine mumbled as she instantly scurried out of his house before he could stop her. Arriving outside the huge gate, Jasmine let out a breath she didn't know she's been holding. She flags down a cab to the Gomez Mansion. The gatekeeper opened the gate as she strolled into the huge compound ending for the main door to the living room. On walking in, Jasmine's eyes collide with the packed Rolling Box that looks like hers. Taking her gaze to the eyes glaring hard at her, she couldn't help but ask. "What the hell is going on here? what is my luggage doing down here?" Jasmine asked trying not to yell at the six pairs of eyes glaring at her. "What does it look like, Jasmine? Don't you think is the right time for y
Jasmine gazed at him dumbstruck. How could he ask them to get a contract marriage of three good years?"Tristan, I can't have a contract marriage with you," Jasmine uttered after a while of silence between them. "And why can't you, Jasmine? I won't go back on my words if you don't find me worthy of you." Tristan said trying to make her succumb to his offer. "It's not all about you, Tristan! What about your family? Your Mother, she doesn't seem to like me. She called me a gold digger, Tristan." Jasmine Uttered as this was bothering her. "You and I know you're not a Gold digger! As for my mother, you have nothing to worry about. After all, she doesn't live with me which means, you both would rarely cross paths with each other." Jasmine scoffs... "Just because she doesn't live in the same house with you doesn't guarantee her accepting me. I don't wish to make this marriage deal with you, Tristan." Jasmine said sternly and immediately tried walking off but, Tristan was quick to hold
Jasmine couldn't believe she'd just signed in her death sentence just like that. how could she say something so stupid as that? She gave in to his whims so easily and allowed him to bully and pressure her into accepting this nonsense! what exactly is she going to do with her life now? She has no idea, as she sat back in frustration."Uhmm Miss Jasmine, forgive me for intruding and disturbing you but, you should follow me into the guest room, you might want to take a rest," the maid said, as her face fell. she couldn't believe they are already giving her a room in his house."Can't I just stay here instead? I will just wait for Tristan, I still need to speak with him, we are not done yet with our discussion" Jasmine said to the maid, ignoring her offer. She has already made the mistake of agreeing to his rubbish request, and she will only further ruin things if she follows her into the room. It's just the same as accepting to be his wife, but didn't she just agree? She scolded herself
Jasmine walked up to the truck to check whatever it is that is inside, she didn't know exactly what to do but she knows that this is her escape plan for sure, she just need to find a way to get these bodyguards off her back, they are behaving like flies and are starting to really irritate her already."I need a chair, I like it here and oh I forgot to take my phone, I will really like to take pictures, so one of you get me a chair, and the other person should get me my phone and please grab a cup of cold juice from the kitchen on your way back, I really need it I'm so thirsty" she said to them, pretending as though she want to pass out.They both have no choice but to succumb to her command, they should not be on her blacklist, this is a really red flag, she's as bossy as the boss.Seeing that they were already on their way inside, Jasmine looked at the driver and inside the truck as well, it seems to be quite empty, she will definitely fit into this place."Umm Mr, please can you do
Jasmine stood there with her hopes up, finally the train stopped right in front of her, and she stayed in line waiting for her to turn to get in, but then suddenly the train closed it's doors, and some of the authorities came down."We are sorry, but this train will not be leaving anymore, everyone please just calm down, we will return each and everybody's money, we are so sorry for the delay" a woman said."But that's not fair, we have places that we have planned to be, you can't just tell us to leave, this is all shades of wrong" one of the passengers said."Yes" every other person agreed, saying in unison, Jasmine really can't place it, but she feels like something is wrong, and someone is behind the whole thing, how come it's the day that she wants to get into the train, that it stops working.She have a really bad feeling about all of this, she would have to look for another way around this, she can't stay in this city for so long, Tristan will definitely find her.She stepped fo