All Chapters of The CEO's Contract With the thief: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“How much would it go for?” She asked the owner of the pawnshop, Usman, as he carefully examined the Rolex with his glasses. He set the glass down and looked up at her, “I’d give you fifty thousand naira.” “Fifty thousand naira?” Jasmin exclaimed in disbelief. It's obviously a rip-off. “I know it’s worth four times to that money. I googled it before coming over here.” “Okay, go right ahead and sell it to G****e then.” Usman replied and handed the Rolex back to her, but when she didn’t collect it, he sighed and added, “sixty thousand and that’s my last offer to you.” She knew her back was against the wall with her piled-up bills for home and check-up, she nodded and he went to his drawer and counted out the money before handing it to her. Three weeks later, “The dinner would be a great way to earn extra cash because we will get paid two thousand naira an hour and the program I heard is going to last for over three

She had hoped to never see him again after their first and last encounter, and there were many reasons for that. First, because unlike most people around her now, he knew she was a thief. Secondly; she had stolen his Rolex after he saved her from the police three weeks ago. Third, because he was probably looking for her and make her pay for stealing from him. And last, he didn’t like her very much, and the feeling was mutual and so the last thing she needed, especially now, was to be anywhere near him. “Sorry, I should get out of the way.” She spoke up after about a minute of silence between them, trying to act composed and neutral. He wouldn’t recognise her. A lot of changes in her physical appearance and there was also different lightning at work compared to the last time, so there was no way he could, but the look he had on his face said otherwise. He stuffed his hands into his pocket and did a brief stretch as his eyes scanned her f

"What did he want?" Anita asked as Jasmin came to join her in the kitchen where she was passing the customer’s order to Andrew, the cook behind the kitchen island.   Cainan told her earlier that he got her number from Anita and she still had a hard time letting that sit within her.   "He said he got my number from you," Jasmin informed her, not answering her question straight away.   Anita moved to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer and set it into her tray, "Yes, he seemed genuine when he said he was your childhood friend and so I believed, he also looks alright was what he said a lie?"   "Not really, but we are definitely not childhood friend."   Anita gritted her teeth and frowned at no one in particular. "That son of a bitch lied to me. What did he want then?

Jasmin told Cainan she wanted to visit a local restaurant where she could find what she was craving and he didn't argue with her and instead asked if she knew where she wanted to get it. She nodded and showed him the direction and he obediently drove them there and once they sat; she ordered the bean cake, bread and pap which she wanted earlier and couldn't get. It was a heavy meal to consume, considering it was already late, but she couldn't help it. She was hungry, and this was what she craved.   "Shall we begin while your order is on the way?" Cainan asked, and Jasmin wordlessly nodded before setting the document down on the table and opening it up.   She stared at the words and she realised the words were blurry and she couldn't see them. She looked away from the document and up at him and she tried again, staring at the document and just like the spaghetti can as well as a few other little things she had tried focusing too much on, she

They visited the optical clinic just like Cainan had promised and after close examination and testing; the optician stated she was suffering from partial night blindness and also confirmed what Cainan had said yesterday about the blindness being partial. He provided various options for the correction of her eyesight, which included the use of corrective lenses such as glasses and contact lens. Though the contact lenses looked good and simple, she found out she was allergic to them after trying them on and became left with the only other option but to pick glasses. She didn’t like the idea of having the glasses on, and she was a little furious that Cainan had made it into a big deal. “So which did you go with, the glasses or the contact lens?” Cainan asked as Jasmine walked out of the testing room to meet him. “I was allergic to the contact lenses and I don’t want to wear glasses, but what choice do I have?” She grumbled. “I’m already co