Chapter five

Ferdinand's POV

"Layla, please don't go!" Jazmine said in her sleep, as she stirred on the bed. 

I must have been out of my mind to bring her into my house. She had suddenly received a call and after that fainted right in my office. I can't even tell what exactly was wrong with her or what she had been told over the phone.

"What am I doing here?" Her voice drew my attention. She was awake! Finally!

She scanned through the room before her gaze landed on me, then she jerked up on the bed and came down. She was staring at me in anger and I couldn't understand why.

Before I could say anything, she was already speaking. "You heartless bastard! Only if you had agreed to help me on time! Only if I had gotten to the hospital two minutes earlier, than Layla wouldn't have died! I promised her! I promised I would come for her! You've killed her, you heartless murderer."

"Oh!" I mouthed. I understood the pain that could came with losing a loved one. That was the same pain I had felt when I lost my mom. It was a suffocating feeling that made one want to die. I perfectly understood that, but why would she blame me for that!?

This lady sure is gusty. For a while now, no one had ever talked this way to me. Not even my father before he died. The strangest part was I wasn't even angry with her. If it were another person, I knew their head would have probably been rolling on the ground by now. So why couldn't I do anything to this lady?

I stood up and walked towards her but with every step I took, she took a step backwards. "Don't come any closer, you murderer!"

I suddenly became angry. Why was she even blaming me for what I didn't do. "I didn't kill your sister! So how am I a murderer!?" 

She stood vibrating with temper, her fist clenched and her eye blazing. "You didn't kill her, huh?" She furiously went to the table and sent everything on it crashing onto the tiles. "You didn't kill her, huh?" She repeated, fuming angrily.

"If you didn't kill her, then I did. I killed my sister. I killed her! I fucking killed Layla!" Her body shuddered violently as she broke into tears. "I killed the young innocent girl!" She said in a quiet whisper.

I was helpless as to what to do. My legs moved of their own accord towards her. I slipped my arms around her, still wondering what in God's name I was doing. At first, I thought she was going to ease away or even swear at me, but she didn't. She just stayed stiff in my arms, sobbing.

"I'm so sorry for loss. It wasn't your fault. In fact, you tried your best. I'm so sorry for not helping you on time." Her sobbing increased and I felt her tremble slightly. I could feel her hesitation, the battle of emotions as her breath came out on a long, broken sigh.

"I can't live without her. She's all I've got." She started crying again.

"You'll be fine." I whispered down her ears. "You can forget about the contract marraige, I'll sort myself out."

"I don't know if I can continue to live too." Her voice was so low as she liked up at me with those big puppy eyes.

Her eyes were irresistible. Tempting. I quickly looked away before I did something I would regret. Her hair was soft under my cheek and I reminded myself as her body molded into mine that it was pity I felt for her, not lust.

I started to ease away as I felt need stirring restlessly in my guts. But her arms suddenly came around me, wrapped tight. At that moment, my lips brushed against her temple and lingered.

And I felt something that i had never felt before. Something I didn't know I was capable of feeling. It wasn't lust. It was passion. It was something---

It was so unique that I couldn't even place the name.

"Jazmine, I---" Every coherent thought in my head tumbled out and scattered as she covered my lips with hers.

I could feel the pressure of her short nails digging through my shirt. The little whimpers of pleasure that sounded in her throat made me want more. More than I was entitled to. I could feel her arousal and mine too. However innocent, she wasn't a child. And I wanted her. Badly. I realized with a strange type of fear.

I knew I shouldn't do that. She wasn't like the other women I dealt with everyday. She was different. She was innocent and vulnerable. She was unique, and definitely not my type. I shouldn't be kissing her, I would only end up hurting her. Her world was entirely different from my world.

I broke the kiss abruptly. I had better stop now before I lost all control. "Why-- why did you stop?" Her words were not steady as she tried to catch her breath.

Her innocence was outrageously arousing me. She was a dangerous woman. A voice screamed in my head. Careful with her. Careful!

"We shouldn't be doing this, Jazmine. You don't know who I am. You don't know what I want to do to you!" I told her.

"I don't care!" Her reply was unexpected. "I'm not a kid and I know what I want and when I want it. I need this to clear my mind. I want you."

She asked for it. That was the only excuse I had for my next action. I covered her lips with mine, almost brutally as I kissed her fiercely. The kiss demanded surrender and she gave it to me the way I wanted.

I reached for her shirt and tugged it off, momentarily breaking the kiss. She reached for my buttons, kissing me deeply as her fingers worked on my shirt. She separated the fabric, touching my skin and I gave in to the sensation I felt as her hands touched my bare skin.

I stripped off her bra, putting us skin to skin. I lifted her in a bridal style and walked to the bed, putting her down gently. Once on the bed, I kissed her neck, moved to her breath and drew her nipple into my hot mouth. A moan escaped from her lips which turned me on even more than ever.

She reached out to me and got rid of my pants. I jerked it off my feet and quickly slipped on a condom.

"Easy." I wasn't sure if it was her or myself I was calming down. My blood was boiling over and spikes of desire was shooting down my stomach and lower. I dragged at her trouser, then her panties which was the last barrier.

I slid a finger into her clits, teasing and stroking at the same time. A stunned cry ripped from her throat. She was so wet. So ready.

I was ready too as I slowly thrust into her but what I met was both heat and resistance. Wait a minute!!! What have I done?

I stopped abruptly and my blood froze. I rolled over and gazed up at the ceiling. She was searching my face now, wondering why I had suddenly stopped.

"You're a virgin!?"