20. This is The Time

Mike, who had just returned from out of town, immediately came to the club to talk to Jasmine. When he arrived at the club, he could see Jasmine, who looked a little upset. I don't know how Mike's mind could be right. He walked slowly and immediately approached Jasmine.

 

It was his intention to take Jasmine out of the club tonight and take her somewhere else. It felt bad to tell her story in a crowded place like this. Mike knows that Jasmine's room is soundproof, but he doesn't like it. He is afraid that someone might overhear their conversation.

 

Jasmine's smile makes Mike's tiredness disappear. Even though Jasmine was not okay at the moment, the girl was able to cover it up.

 

"I should have asked, are you okay? Is your body hurt?" It was obvious that Jasmine was currently worried. Jasmine's worried look also did not escape the person who had been watching Jasmine.

 

"I'm fine. There are many things I want to share with you, but I don't think I can tonight. It's too late, and you can rest. Maybe tomorrow night we can talk. I also want to know what you've been going through these past few days." Mike explained, rubbing Jasmine's head affectionately.

 

Mike's departure was also followed by Jackson's. His vision was tainted by Mike's presumptuous touching of Jasmine.

 

At the exit, they met but did not greet each other. Jackson behaved rudely as he deliberately bumped into Mike, claiming that he was drunk.

 

Brakk...

 

"Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to," said Jackson, who pretended to be drunk.

 

Jackson can be said to be very good at drinking, and he is also not easily drunk. But because his curiosity made him pretend to be drunk, only that way could Jackson approach the man he didn't like.

 

"Yeah, it's okay," Mike replied calmly. Unlike the two bodyguards who had been following Mike, They both prepared to beat up Jackson but were stopped by Mike.

 

"Don't be rash; I don't want any trouble here. Just let him go; his body smells of alcohol anyway. It looks like he's drunk." Mike held back the two bodyguards, but Jackson thought that Mike was weak, so he didn't let his temper get the best of him.

 

Jackson walked away; he got into the car first and watched as Mike got into the car. His intention to follow Mike was thwarted as he saw several cars following Mike.

 

'You are still safe; after this, I will make sure that you can't touch Jasmine. I don't like it when mine is touched by anyone else, including you.' Jackson said it with a smirking smile, as if he had already made a sacrifice.

 

*

As Jackson had promised, one day he would come to see Jasmine as a guest. With money and power, Jackson could easily get it all. He didn't even have to wait months to be with Jasmine.

 

Likewise, Jasmine, before she met Jackson, some of them held Jasmine captive. Lorensius also intervened and would refuse Jackson even if his job was at stake.

 

"I can cancel it!" said Lorensius, who was currently holding Jasmine's hand.

 

Jasmine just smiled and let go of Lorensius' hand. "I don't want you to be in danger. Seeing how he was able to meet me this quickly already proves that he is no weakling."

 

Anya also forbade Jasmine's departure. In contrast, Leah seemed happy to see Jasmine go into the abyss that she had deliberately made. Several times, Leah came out secretly and told Jasmine about the club.

 

"Stop! Jasmine won't die; she'll just meet guests as usual. So you guys don't need to get all worked up like this. You can still meet her tomorrow because she won't die that young." Leah interrupted and walked away, leaving Lorensius and Anya behind. Leah's hand now grasped Jasmine's wrist hard.

 

"You are not a special woman, and our position here is the same. We are both comfort women, or what we call bitches." Leah whispered proudly. Who wouldn't be proud after successfully putting her friend into the prison of pleasure?

 

I arrived at the door of the room ordered by Jackson. Leah released her grip on Jasmine's hand, and she also opened the door. "Now it's time for you to work; enjoy the shake."

 

Jasmine stepped inside with mixed feelings. She felt angry at herself for working as a prostitute, and now she had to meet her college friend.

 

"You're pretty polite for a whore," Jackson said without thinking about Jasmine's feelings. Perhaps it was the emotion of Jasmine's rejection that made him just blurt out words without caring that Jasmine was hurt.

 

Jasmine was in no mood to respond to Jackson's words. She walked to the sofa and poured a glass of wine for Jackson. Usually Jasmine's guests would either flirt or not tell her the story, so she prepared the wine. But Jasmine did not understand Jackson's character and nature; she just did what she usually did.

 

"What are you walking to the sofa for?" Jackson asked in a rather rude tone.

 

"I'm just pouring wine for you," Jasmine replied casually. There was actually some anxiety that Jasmine was masking. It was just that she didn't want to bother and make Jackson angry.

 

"That's fine." Jackson walked over to Jasmine, who was sitting on the sofa. He took a glass of wine and inhaled the aroma. Then he shook the glass and smelled the wine again. The difference in the aroma made Jackson take a sip of the wine.

"Don't you want to try it?" asked Jackson as Jasmine watched him.

 

Jasmine just shook her head. She didn't know what to talk to Jackson about; just looking at him scared her. Just like Jasmine's first impression when she met Mike, only slightly different.

 

"Is your job always like this?" Jackson asked again and gently rubbed Jasmine's cheek. In contrast, Jasmine held her breath as her skin came into contact with Jackson's.

 

"You look tense, whereas when you talk and touch with them, you are not this tense. Can't you treat them the same way?" Jackson sat beside Jasmine, lifted her up, and sat her on his lap.

 

Jasmine, who was lifted up, was suddenly shocked. She looked at Jackson disapprovingly. She also tried to pull away. Jasmine's many movements awakened something that had been sleeping.

 

"Naughty girl."