All Chapters of IMPERFECT Assistant : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Jasmine's POV I rolled out of bed, eyes on his sleeping figure as I tiptoed to the bathroom. I took another shower, changed my clothes, and sat down on the bed afterwards, reading through a recent gossip magazine. He stirred. "Hey," his voice croaked out."Hi," I answered him. He sat up in bed, scrunching his eyes from the rays of the sun coming through the glass door of the balcony. "What time is it?" he asked."Four thirty" "Ughh! Get dressed, baby. I'm taking you out to get something to eat," he offered as he got out of bed. He put his T-shirt and pants on and kissed my forehead before he left the room.I quickly went over to the tiny suitcase I came with, looking for something sexy and tempting to wear. I had just had steaming hot sex with this man and I wasn't about to bore him away from me anytime soon. My hands found a tight red dress with spaghetti traps and a low neck line which showed just enough cleavage. I

Jasmine's POV "Can we please have this to go? I'm not feeling so good suddenly," I lied. "What's wrong, sweetie?" Concern in his voice as his eyebrows creased on his forehead. "I think I might be coming down with the cold or something. Can we just go, like, right now?" "Sure. Lets get you home." Shooting up from my seat, I took the lead and walked out the cafe easily and unseen. ___________"You can't be serious! You're doing exactly what I told you not to do," Zenia grilled me like I was the younger one. I had told her what transpired at the cafe. "You're just lucky he hadn't seen you. You're playing with fire and you're going to get burned if you don't settle those flames. Just make up your mind and stop playing games with those two men."It's either you forgive Bradley completely and accept him back in your life, or just tell Evan everything and he could give you back the money to refund Bradley, sin

Jasmine's POV "Jasmine. JASMINE!" I heard my mother's voice calling me. The covers were yanked off from over me and I felt the coldness of the room. "Uuugghh!" I growled like a tiger. "Jasmine. Get up, baby. You have to go to work. It's Monday and it's already 7:30 am." "I'm not going into work today Mamma," I said, sitting up and rubbing my eyes from the sleep still in them. "Why? Do you have another day off?"I hadn't told my mom nor my sister about the stupid shit I did at the gala yet. "Mom, I quit my job," I cut to the chase. She was bound to find out sooner or later, since I was now a person of interest to the press. "You did WHAT?" The last word rung out like a loud bell in my head. I shielded myself with one of my bed pillows. "I quit my job.""And why the hell would you do something so damn stupid?" She was mad. "Hell" and "damn" were her way of cussing ou

Evan's POV Emily became my preacher, Zack was my therapist and EJ acted as a guidance counselor. All three of them together stopped me from finding Bradley and tearing him apart with my bare hands. Seeing Jasmine only channeled my anger more. I wasn't expecting to see her back so soon, but she should consider herself lucky that I was in a better state of mind.I had never laid hands a woman, nor will I ever even think about doing such a cowardly act, but I wanted to see her hurt, like the way she hurt me and embarrassed me at my gala. Hopefully, the rose made such statement. I had been the topic of gossip since that time, which was something I tried to avoid or have at a low. "Billionaire had his job handed back to him.""Billionaire's assistant assisted millionaire at his Gala.""Billionaire versus millionaire over an assistant."I was tired of hearing it all. Truth be told, I missed Jasmine and it had

Jasmine's POV It was a hot day in Brooklyn. I woke up to sweat running from my forehead to my chest and between my breasts. I pulled the covers off me and went to the bathroom and did my morning business. I stepped into the shower next, brushing my teeth, washing my hair and taking a long bath. I had been working myself up and breaking down again after seeing Evan and Aria Goode together at the restaurant.Aria fricking Goode. A country singer. Beautiful in the face, long brown flowing hair, beautiful eyes, pretty lips and an awesome personality. Everyone liked her and would become a die hard fan the moment they heard her music. She was a goddess with a guitar and a songbird on the microphone. She was everything.Despite the heat raging outside, I had to get to work. Today was payday and I needed my money badly. I got dressed and went towards the kitchen."You got the morning shift?" Mom asked. She was whipping up a nice batch of pancakes wh