JASMINE'S POV
"Do you think he's gonna break up with me?" My voice breaks into another sob, and tears flood down my eyes anew.
Amelia, my foster sister, and best friend, pulls me into her arms, caressing my back. "I told you already, he won't. This is just another fight and soon, it'll be forgotten. Like all other fights you both have."
"Sure, but do other couples fight as much as Chad and I do? Before, it was once a month. Then it became once every week. But now, it's every day. And I can't help but feel he doesn't love me anymore…"
"Of course, he does. Why would you say that?"
"Because I can't help but feel he doesn't love me anymore. Am I ugly? Did I stop being beautiful?"
It's insane that I'm questioning my facial features as they are the best attributes I've got. And the attention from men that I get comes mainly because of my pretty face.
But Chad makes me feel rather ugly. It's like nothing about me fascinates him anymore. He makes me question my worth, and that stuff is killing me slowly. I can't take it anymore. I don't understand how we became such a sad couple. We used to be doting and happy. What the hell changed?
"You're a very beautiful woman, and you know that. So stop saying such nonsense and have a drink. Here." She passes me a glass of martini.
"I don't think drinking is gonna make me feel better." Even my wolf objects to me drinking, because I end up doing pretty stupid things. "Maybe we should just leave…"
"No, Jasmine. We're staying, c'mon." Amelia stops me from getting up. "You wanna leave and go do what? Go beg his egotist ass?"
"If that's gonna help."
"Stop being so easy. That's why he keeps making you cry. Just for tonight, play a little hard to get. Starve him of your attention. Stay here, let's have fun."
"I don't know…" I'm a little skeptical about staying here and drinking. But she's somewhat right. Whenever Chad and I have a fight, I'm always the one begging. Just for today, he should do the begging. I just hope I mean enough for him to come beg me.
"You're right. Let's drink and have fun." I agree with a smile. Amelia shrieks happily, and even more as I gulp down the glass of Martini.
She pours me another drink and another and another. The fifth one makes my eyes twirl crazily and I let out a wild belch.
Amelia laughs heartily, pinning for me to have my sixth drink. But I can't. Not when I'm beginning to feel badly weird.
"Amelia…I don't…I don't feel too well." My wolf seems to have gotten insanely hyped and my hormones have kicked up too.
I feel weirdly wet down my panties and I'm literally sniffing up the scent of every aroused guy in this nightclub. There's an insane need to grab one of the guys and force him to make out with me. Just to chill the burn in my system.
It's weird. It's unexplainable. Just a few minutes ago, I was too sad and the last thing on my mind was hooking up with a guy.
But right now, the dangerous thought lingers in my mind and I can't get it off.
"I wanna use the restroom. Be right back." Amelia says, as she stands, grabs her purse, and walks away.
I rest my thumping head on the bar counter. It doesn't help that I'm feeling highly tipsy. The music changes to a crazy pop beat and I find myself staggering off my stool.
Losing myself to the music and not having a great dose of my sanity, I end up rocking a stripper pole. The insane need to end the twitching in my panties makes me rub my inner thighs against the pole.
It's the most scandalous thing I've ever done but the loud cheering I get makes me continue. Making it more and more erotic with each step I take.
After a while, the thumping in my head worsens and I get off the pole. My unsteady steps lead me up the stairs in my desperate need to find Amelia.
There's a more madding crowd on that floor and with the smell of their sweaty bodies comes the stench of weed and sex.
It almost drives me nuts and I find myself taking a path that ushers me into a hallway. A quiet hallway. Surprisingly, there's a quiet area in this madhouse.
I stagger further unsure of where I'm headed. But rough hands grab my waist from behind. I gasp, turning to see a bald man, dressed in a black suit with a creepy smile. He reeks of alcohol and weed and his hold on me is smoldering. And his accent has a deep, nauseating Italian feel.
"Come to Daddy. I'll give you a more pleasurable night." He says with a grin and tries to slide his hand under my dress.
"Let go of me!" I shriek but his hold is too strong. He hits my back against the wall. I cry out in pain. "Please, stop it!"
"Let her go, now!" A strong and deep voice bellows, bringing the bald man to a halt. He lets me go and I fall to the ground, curling up in fear.
The man who just saved me swings a fist at him and it hits right on his face. The bald man staggers at the impact. When he regains his stance, he barks out a lot of words in a language I suppose is Italian.
The man who saved me growls back in the same language, pointing at the exit. It's like he's asking the bald man to get lost. He has a terrifying dominating stance that subdues the bald man.
I can't watch anymore as my head pounds harder from all the shouting. I look down, burying my face between my legs, sobbing quietly.
A fresh, arousing scent hits my nostrils and then I slowly look up. The man is squatting in front of me. Handsome as hell. With sexy broad shoulders. An oval-shaped face that looks very Italian. Strong jawline. Full lips. Full brows. A long black hair in a sleek bun. A well-tailored black suit that emits sexiness at some dangerous level. A mesmerizing smile.
It's hard to breathe with him so close.
"Are you okay, baby girl?" His deep voice reverberates in the hallway.
I go mute, staring at him. Wondering how possible it is for him to be a million times more handsome than Chad.
"Did he hit you?" He asks again, caressing my face with his thumb. His tone is rather too soft, a contrast to his rugged and manly features.
"No," I finally find my voice.
"That's a relief. Can you walk?" He sounds very American for a guy who yelled out Italian language a few minutes ago.
"Yes…" I'm still in a daze.
"Nevermind. I'll carry you." He pulls me up bridal style into his arms like I weigh nothing.
I can't get enough of his scent and I find myself sniffing him up shamelessly. Until my back hits a bed and I gasp.
Only then did I realize he'd taken me into some kind of suite with exotic and lavishly luxurious decor.
He sits beside me, still offering a very mesmerizing smile. But his dark eyes are burning with a terrifying but exciting sensation. Gets me wetter in my panties.
"I gotta say this. That dance you did back there was insanely sexy. Don't do that again. Or you're gonna get more than one horny bastard chasing after you in the hallway."
Huh? He was watching? Why? I mean, yeah…why?
"What's your name, baby girl?" His smile dries up a bit, morphing into a serious look.
"Uh…Jasmine." I mumble.
He bites his lower lip and repeats. "Jasmine." The deep huskiness he says my name with is fucking arousing. "I'm Michelangelo."
Michelangelo? That's a weird but strong name.
His broad hand lifts from the bed, and comes to my face, caressing it. Then he runs his thumb on my lips in a way that makes me nurse a moan.
"I thought you were all in my head. Feels good to know you really exist."
"Huh?" What's he talking about? And why do I wanna just throw myself at him? His scent is killing me.
"Can I have a taste of your lips? I've been fantasizing what they're gonna taste like."
Just what I need to hear. Just what my body is craving for. And with no second thought, I nod. He smashes his lips on mine, sending my whole body ablaze.
NICO'S POVStaring right at the window at the clouds sinks my heart into a depressing pit. I spot the wing of the plane through the window, flying my ass back to New York City.I feel sullen and like an irreparable wreck. The thought of Jasmine has my heart and mind in shackles. I can't stop thinking about last night and what happened between us.Exploring every inch of her body was the only way I could get them stuck in my head. She's fucking gorgeous. And it kills me to know I left her in that suite, without as much as a goodbye."Shit," I groan, shutting my eyes, reveling in the thoughts of her. But a firm hand taps my shoulder, forcing my eyes open."Wake up, man. We need to talk." Fabio says, sitting opposite me, adjusting his belt. A while ago, he was banging the busty stewardess."Sure. What is it?" I ask impatiently. He's my best friend and right-hand man. I love him to bits but right now, he just put a hold on my thoughts of Jasmine and it has me feeling very irritated."Isn'
JASMINE'S POV"What did you just say?" I ask, unable to comprehend every word I just heard.The woman, Italian, I guess, judging from her features, squeezes her face in what seems like a brewing irritation.Hope she forgives me but I'm still very confused right now. First, I woke up with a heavy grogginess, unsure of where I was. But then the shiny chandelier, the room, the sheets, the smell of sex, and the heavily mesmerizing smell of the man from last night joggled my memories.I gasped, recalling just what I did last night. How insanely aroused I was and when he kissed me, how shamelessly I'd fuddled with his shirt, begging to be fucked."You're messing with my mind, baby girl. That's pretty dangerous." His husky voice had warned. But I was too crazily aroused to hold back.And then he'd graciously taken me up on the offer, pinning me on the bed and riding me through one ecstasy to another. I remember it all and right now, it's not so appealing anymore.Because it means I just chea
JASMINE'S POVMy feet feel sore standing two hours straight and it pains me that the meeting is far from being over.I should have gotten used to it since I've had this secretary job for like two years. Chad found me this job through his connections shortly after we began dating.This company is the second largest in the city. Chad's company is the largest but he didn't want me working with him in the same company. He said tongues would wag unpleasantly and he'd be accused of mixing business with pleasure.With these reasons, he offered the job to Amelia instead and got me a job here. Back then, I had no problems with him working together with Amelia. I trusted her with my life. Right now, I feel so stupid for ever doing that."Jasmine?"I look up, and realize the meeting has ended. Half the hall is empty now, and my boss, Mr. Logan, is standing in front of me. Seems he's trying to go out and I'm standing in the way of the door he wants to go through.But then, there are two doors in
JASMINE'S POVThe snickering behind me gets pretty uncomfortable and disturbing. I glance subtly at the two American blondes who have their hands clamped over their mouths. What's their problem? And how can they be so childish in such a serious situation?Right now, we're being addressed by one of the managers of the hotel we work in. And maybe his deep Italian accent is a bit too rough to the ears, I still don't think it's nice to laugh at him the way the girls are doing.It's a very stupid and gutsy thing to do, considering the fact that they'll be fired instantly if he catches them.I maintain a straight face, listening to his every word. He's talking about a huge party that will be held in the grand hall in an hour. There will be important guests, including Nico Ferrari, the rumored owner of the hotel and the man who typically runs the city."OMG, Nico will be here?" One of the girls gasps. And this time, I share in their surprise.It is shocking news. I've been here three years a
Jasmine's POV"Good to see you again, baby girl."I stare back at Michelangelo as he stands imposingly in the doorway.His faint Italian accent strikes a chord in me, adding to the air of superiority around him, and I can't even look away.My mind tells me to slam the door in his face and get the hell away from this place, but even if I wanted to do just that, I couldn't find the strength to move. It was like I was in the presence of a god, and good lord, it wasn't just any god.He takes a step closer to me, and I find myself stepping back instinctively. Now, I'm only vaguely aware of the fact that I am slowly being cornered against the wall."Well, I never imagined our reunion to be like this," he continues and chuckles a little.He places his hand on either side of the wall, trapping me under him, and licks his lips with a grin.I find myself unable to look away.What happened to the tears and heavy emotions just a while ago? Everything seems to have frozen in time because of the ma
NICO'S POV—She literally ran away. I let out a frustrated growl and stepped out of the room myself. I don't understand why she doesn't want to meet me. I left the rest of the group at the penthouse just to go after her, only for her to slip out of my grasp again.Not that I ever imagined I would see her again in the first place. Even if my inner wolf kept telling me that she was my mate and that I was supposed to go after her, I never quite had the chance to do that. And three years was enough for a man like me to conclude that some things are just not meant to be.But now, she is here again. Just maybe I would be spending a longer time in America this time."Where have you been?" Fabio asks in a whisper as I slip into the seat next to him.The men are staring at me, and I can feel their noses all up in my business as they silently demand some kind of explanation.I give them my best "fuck off" smile and pour myself a glass of martini."I went to take care of something," I whisper ba
JASMINE POV —I leave the dining table and take a deep breath to calm myself down. I have a deep feeling that something isn't right, a strong impending doom just around the corner. I curse myself for being paranoid. Ever since the encounters with Nico Ferrari, the indomitable king of America, Italy, and all the surrounding districts, I never really got over it. I quickly clear out the table. I'm the only one downstairs. I check on Michael really quick to make sure he's still quietly asleep in his nursery, and as I make my way to the kitchen, I pull out my phone and dial in a number. "Hey, Mrs. Smith," I greet my old neighbor the minute she picks up. "Jasmine, dearie, it's pretty damn early, don't you think?" Mrs. Smith greeted. I give her a half apology. She is a friend, and I usually left Michael with her whenever Isabella wasn't around. "The key is just under the flower vase," I inform her once more. "Oh, I know that, Honey. But what I didn't know was that you had visitors,
—NICO'S POV—Shadows of the past converge, A tiny figure, a familiar surge.I scroll through the files on my desk, but I can't concentrate.Those innocent green eyes stare back at me wherever I go. It's impossible.A little kid, barely more than a baby, maybe a couple of years old. As someone who grew up facing the heartless side of humanity from the onset, I never bore any sentiment toward kids. But it's different."Leave me and my son alone," Jasmine's desperate cry fills my ears, even though it has been a whole half-hour since I drove away from her little apartment and back to the hotel.Her son...Could it be...My grip on the pen in my hand tightens so much that I'm about to snap it in two.A lot can happen in three years, a voice in my head says to me.Back in Jasmine's apartment, I was barely able to control myself. But that kid... I pause, swallowing hard.Why did the thought scare the crap out of me? I have faced off against rival mafias and conquered the whole of Italy, ma