CHAPTER EIGHT

JASON

I sat behind my desk in my office all thoughts lost in Jasmin. The girl is really getting under my skin. I can't seem to stop thinking about her, no matter how hard I try it just seems impossible.

I couldn't stop the grin that made it's way to my face. The way I had held her soft body in my arms and the way she responded to my touch. She has me whipped with are beauty. Her hypnotizing eyes and sinful lips just add to the torture. I lost all control when she nervously bit on lower lip yesterday. I wanted it to be me suckling and biting on it.

"Why do you have that huge grin on yourself? Did you hit a jackpot? Oh, fuck that. Winning a jackpot won't make you grin like that, you already have enough money that you can't even handle." Liam said, as he walked himself into my office without knocking. Fucker.

I poured myself a glass of whiskey then leaned back and shot him one of my don't-fucking-mess-with-me looks.

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