Four

Jasmine's POV

“Jas…” his soft call pulled me back to the present.

I don’t know how much I cried, but I did so in his arms; he didn’t judge me, nor did he say anything… he just held me in his arms and let me.

“Do you want to get out of here or perhaps go in?” He asked, and I sniffed before answering, “Home?”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t say home; you can’t let their words get to you… you are beautiful, and I don’t know how my stupid son could let go of you so easily, but leaving proves them right”.

“What are you saying?”

“You seemed to have grown a nerve, but it isn’t enough. You are my date tonight, so we’d go in, and you’d do your best to stay away from your sister,” he whispered.

“Why?” I asked him as he wiped away the tears from my face with his face towel.

“Why what, kitten?”

“Your son…he did this, but you are helping me? You should be taking his side.” I asked, confused. 

Everything was going according to plan.

Ignoring my question, he pulled me closer to him before whispering, “Let’s go. The night is still young!”

As we walked back in, my eyes met Jake's and Gwen's furious ones.

An angry Gwen was a careless one. I knew her next step, and luck was on my side. Just as Mr. Blackwood had walked away to exchange a greeting with someone, she walked towards where I sat with drinks.

"Why are you still here?"

"You really shouldn't stop watching over Jake on my account. After all, I am here with his father," I whispered to her with a smile before adding, "Think about it. What is Jake without his father? You claimed my trash, and I aimed higher."

"How did you manage to live?" Gwen demanded, her eyes blazing with anger.

I just smiled sweetly. "Let's just say I have my ways. And besides, I think you'll find you're not the only one who can play games."

Gwen's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

I leaned in close. "I mean, I know all about your little secret. And I'm not afraid to use it against you."

Gwen's face went white as I turned and walked away. "What did she want?" Mr. Blackwood asked, causing me to shrug.

"Definitely not an apology!" I said back as I handed hiked the drinks she gave me.

I met her smirk and smile back; what she didn’t know was that I was aware…Very much aware that she had drugged us.

After many hours and too many bottles of liquor provided by Gwen, I slowly moved to the dance floor, holding his eyes.

His eyes lit up with a desire burning through my skin as I moved my body slowly, never looking away from the music.

Just then, a blonde bitch stepped in and whispered in his ears, something that made him frown while still holding my gaze.

Then I caught the movement of her hands downwards and looked away.

Grabbing a shot from the server's tray, I winced as the liquids burned my throat.

‘Con Calma’ suddenly started bursting through the speakers, and I got lost in it; I felt someone's arms around me… I recoiled in disgust, but no matter how I tried shaking him off, he kept pulling me back to his sweat-smelly self.

“Aren’t you dancing for a show?” He whispered a little bit too loudly.

“She is, but to my show!” I heard Mr. Blackwood bark before pulling me into him.

“His hands touched you!” He whispered harshly.

I smirked; even though I was drunk, I knew I was going with him with the man I wanted, “you seemed busy!”

I turned away from his words and grounded, shading him until he pulled me in my neck. “You are playing with fire, kitten!”

His deep voice purred in my ear, causing me to shiver.

“I like it hot! Dance with me, Mr. Blackwood!” I whispered as I turned to face him before pulling him closer.

“Was that a command?” he asked me as his lips curled into a smirk. He licked his lips slowly as he held me in place. I felt another hot stare, and I turned to watch Jake glaring at me, causing me to smile.

Surprisingly, he could dance.

We swayed to the music for a while, grinding, caressing, squeezing, his hands exploring everywhere.

The heat between us was causing me to burn under his touch.

“Isn’t this pave hot?” He asked before drawing my lips to his and kissing me slowly.

I moaned and escaped my lips as his tongue sucked on my lower lips before I granted him access…. He didn’t need to beg!

His hands snaked down my body once more. Grabbing my butt like it was yours, and I felt it once again… Jake’s glare.

“Take me home, Mr. Blackwood!”

He said nothing as his hands wrapped around my waist as we returned to his Rolls-Royce ghost. While in the car, we spent the ride home kissing crazy teenagers.

The last thing I remembered was our clothes being flung onto the ground beneath us.

Hours later, I woke up in an unfamiliar room. I tried to remember what had happened the night before, but all I had was a foggy memory.

Seeing the medicine he had left for me, I drank it before it all came hitting, Gwen's drugs had led us here, but I had blanked out and wasn't sure if at all we had sex or perhaps I had spoken too much!

While still in thought, Mr. Blackwood walked in with a towel around his waist. 

I stopped myself from laughing at his shocked face; he hadn't expected me to be up as he left. “Jasmine…. YOU ARE UP!”

“Yes sir, you look like you are quite in a rush,” I mentioned with a scowl plastered on my face.

“You probably regret last night, and I wanted you to be less embarrassed when you wake up!”

“Embarrassed?” I asked, bursting into laughter before adding, “There is no way I am embarrassed… last night was a blast, and rather than walking the walk of shame, I have an offer for you.”

“Marry me, Mr. Blackwood.”