All Chapters of The Billionaire's Temptress : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Jasmine.My friends thought the best way to let go after having a shitty weekend spent on some stupid vacation with your mom, her second husband who was really a bastard and should learn to keep his hands to his fucking self, and her successful daughter, was going to a club on a work week. Especially if you came back and found out your boyfriend also cheated."To be fair, you knew he wasn't faithful from the beginning," Jane shouted. She swayed her hips around while moving to the side to avoid a drunk stranger."That doesn't mean I want to walk in on him, butt naked and thrusting into my neighbour's ass," I said furiously. The scene kept up coming up multiple times in my mind.Among the three of us, Rachel was the only one qualified to be called a dancer. She moved her entire body to the beat of the song and had the masculine figures in the club watching her like she was some rare creature."That's such an explicit description, Steven is gross.”“That is your opinion. My baby can sti

Why the fuck did Charles think it would be appropriate to hold a meeting at seven in the morning. I could hardly feel my legs as I walked downstairs, trying to stifle the yawns that kept pushing through. My mom was in the kitchen before I got there, which meant I could literally feel the judgement in her eyes.She did not seem that disappointed at miss comes home at two in the morning.“You can try to move your legs faster, Jasmine. No one is getting paid to watch you move like a sloth,” mom said, taking a sip from her cup of coffee while watching me with those hawk eyes of hers.Ignoring my mom felt like the most appropriate thing to do at that moment.But she wasn’t ready to ignore me. She hovered around me as I made my cup of coffee, giving out silent instructions under her breath. The small smile that threatened to spill at the corner of her lips when I dropped twice the normal amount of sugar into my cup could not be missed.And then the thundering footsteps of Charles, and the

Jasmine.That goddamn son of the devil himself wasn’t seriously denying me. Denying that he knew me.Or was he?“We don't, I met Miss Castor outside your office, hyperventilating serious and almost going into shock," As smooth as his delivery of that line, I felt the sting and intensity of his words. "They need to be some sort of orientation for staff in the office here."He was calling me incompetent. Perhaps his words would be sufficient enough to get me fired, and then I would be mom’s disappointment once again.If I was going to keep this job and get mom and Charles off my back, then I needed to be strong enough to make sure anything said by my stepbrother was washed down my back. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, turning to Mr Warner.“You called for me, sir.” I spoke confidently, without any trace of the uncertainty I felt within.His eyes narrowed as he assessed me, I could be rest assured to know he was thinking if I was certainly worth the trouble in the long run. Was he g

“I do not want to overwhelm you, Miss Castor. I don’t want you running away like my last assistant.” Mr Warner said, his eyes focused on the screen in front of him. He held a drink with his right hand while his left had a cigarette that was yet to be lit. I never took the man as someone that would indulge in something as dangerous as smoking. “Good morning, Mr Warner.” I greeted him quite cheerfully, my smile stretched from cheek to cheek. Day after day, I had no idea what I would make of him. A man Charles feared so much, he had to send his step daughter to seduce him just to get him caught in a vice. He watched me like a cat would watch a mouse in his home, ignoring whatever was on his screen. Surely, he was a very attractive man when he was younger. Men and women alike would have gone to wars for him, written poetry about the way he walked and the way he talked. Annabelle Warner was such a lucky lady. "Good morning, Miss Castor." The sides of his mouth lifted up in a small,

Jasmine.There were times I felt like Ruby knew much more than she was letting on. She furrowed her eyebrows, slapping her chest. "That dress just hugs every curve in a way that makes me want to bleach my eyes." She screeched when I came out of the dressing room.The fitted bodice of the red gown I had gotten hugged my curves like a second skin, and the corset intricate boning pushed my breast upwards. But the ruffled sleeves. The ruffled sleeves were like a girl's delight. Delicate and airy, it framed my shoulders like wisps of cloud, their layered texture catching the light with every movement I made.I felt like one of those characters in the movies Amanda loved to watch when we were younger."This dress is too revealing." I chuckled, trying my best to fight off my unease by pulling the cup of the corset upwards. There was no damn way I would wear something like this to a fundraiser.I shuddered as I thought about the stares and hushed whispers in the hall. How the political cand