“Who brought this here?” She questioned herself as she walked closer to the large box in the middle of her working desk. She looked around as well to see if anyone was around. She could see the insides of Donovan’s office from her working position hence she checked if he was around. He was. Jasmine dropped her food on the table before proceeding to see what was in the box. Unraveling it, she couldn't believe her eyes when she saw another laptop. Now this laptop wasn't a MacBook, it was the latest version of the one she had in her home. Jasmine chuckled. Donovan was the most clueless arrogant man she had ever seen in her life. She turned to his office and marched inside. “I know you love it, no need to blush and thank me. I just had to settle to your taste, I got...” “I don't need your laptops, sir. I never said I wanted a new laptop, all I wanted was for you to appreciate the one I have in my house.” Jasmine looked him in the eyes. Donovan raised his brows. “Appreciate that junk?
“No,” Donovan commanded, not responding. It was a command that oozed great power. Jasmine turned to him, buttoning her shirt. “She has accepted that she did wrong and she's sorry. Plus she already faced some consequences, it's just right that we forgive her.” “Forgive her? You can do that, but I know she's not coming back to my company.” Donovan raised his brows, surprised that Jasmine would forgive Amira that easily. “Wait, she did it to me. It was me she offended why are you pained? If you don't accept Amira, I'll just leave the company and pay your mom a friendly visit telling her everything.” She rolled her eyes and looked away. Donovan scoffed, he couldn't believe her. “You are going to use that against me again?” He asked looking at her with a crease on his brow. No woman stresses him as much as Jasmine does. He just couldn't win with her. “Yes, Donovan. I want Amira back here in the company, she needs a job and you won't even give her the recommendation she needs to appl
“No,” Donovan commanded, not responding. It was a command that oozed great power. Jasmine turned to him, buttoning her shirt. “She has accepted that she did wrong and she's sorry. Plus she already faced some consequences, it's just right that we forgive her.” “Forgive her? You can do that, but I know she's not coming back to my company.” Donovan raised his brows, surprised that Jasmine would forgive Amira that easily. “Wait, she did it to me. It was me she offended why are you pained? If you don't accept Amira, I'll just leave the company and pay your mom a friendly visit telling her everything.” She rolled her eyes and looked away. Donovan scoffed, he couldn't believe her. “You are going to use that against me again?” He asked looking at her with a crease on his brow. No woman stresses him as much as Jasmine does. He just couldn't win with her. “Yes, Donovan. I want Amira back here in the company, she needs a job and you won't even give her the recommendation she needs to appl
Jasmine gently gained consciousness, she sat up, rubbing her eyes. Again, she looked at her mother and gently touched her hands. “You didn't come to work to sleep beside your mom in the hospital?” Donovan’s voice sounded behind her and she flinched because she wasn't expecting it. She turned and saw him leaning against the wall with his hands crossed around his chest. When Jasmine didn't respond to him and looked back at her mother, Donovan walked closer to her. Doctor Miles told him her mother’s health was deteriorating and she might not make it out of the coma. Perhaps he shouldn't have said that. “Have you eaten?” He asked, standing next to her. Jasmine gently looked at him, she shook her head. It was only when he mentioned food that she remembered that she hasn't eaten. Her stomach grumbled at the same time. “Come, let's find something to eat. Unfortunately, I haven't eaten as well.” “No, you can go alone,” Jasmine responded softly. “No, you can't say no. It's a privilege t
“Okay, show me to my room,” Jasmine uttered before matching toward the living room. Donovan followed after her and then watched her go to one of the rooms. It was the one she used the last time. “I should stay here.” She looked around the well-arranged room with satisfaction. The room was quite big, better than the one she rented and stayed in with her nemesis. Speaking of nemesis, she hadn't seen Maria in a while, not like she missed her. Donovan watched her as she walked in, looking around the room. The last time she didn’t have the privilege to look around, he carried her in. Jasmine got in fully and then turned around to see Donovan right behind her - a few steps away. “How many women have you brought in here?” She felt the need to ask. She had always wanted to ask him how many women he had been with and slept with but the thought of being too forward always stopped her. Donovan chuckled. “You really want to know?” He asked, walking closer. Jasmine nodded her head, watching
Jasmine left work early, she wanted to go to Donovan’s house and room to search for some things about him. She wanted to know more about him as he wouldn't tell her. Jasmine didn't ask him but she knew he wouldn't tell her even if she indeed asked. Getting to his home in a cab, she walked to his room swiftly. His room wasn't like the way she thought it would look, it wasn't colored dark but light blue. There was a large bed in the center of the room, the bed sheet was blue as well and white inner sheet. The floor was tiled in cream-colored marble. Every part of the room looked clean and expensive. Jasmine didn't take much time looking around, she went in search of anything that would explain more about Donovan. She was thirty minutes into snooping around when she found an old box in his closet. She took it down and then opened it and then found some pictures in them. Jasmine was shocked when she saw a picture of a fat guy that looked just like Donovan. It was a young fat guy who lo
Donovan swiped his tongue over her clitoris and she moaned out in pleasure. Her back rested on the table in the middle of the kitchen, she moaned and laugh as he walked on her. Donovan was cooking for her again that morning and working on her physically. He held her body unto the table and worked his tongue on her clit. Jasmine kept moaning and sighing as his tongue flapped over her ridiculously fast. “Fuck... Fuck...” She moaned. At the same moment, the door bell sounded. Jasmine snapped her head toward the entrance and Donovan did the same. “Are you expecting anyone?” She asked wondering who could be at the door. Donovan shook his head. Perhaps it was his mother. She had told him not to go to work that morning and since he doesn't have that much work to do, he decided to stay with Jasmine. Truth be told, he stayed because Jasmine was with him. “Stay here,” Donovan uttered while helping her with her panties and then he covered her thighs with her gown. Donovan went to the door
He was completely off work the other day because of the twin's birthday but he enjoyed it. He enjoyed every part of it. He saw her laugh, he saw her get excited when she played a game with the kids. Although he didn't participate in the entire game, he enjoyed every part of it. Jessica came to him. She asked about Jasmine and he told her the truth, there was no point keeping it away from her when she would find out at the end of the day. “But you love her,” Jessica uttered and walked away almost immediately knowing that he would deny it. Jessica was always right, she was right but he would admit that to himself. Admitting means taking all the pain that would come along with loving someone. Donovan Rolland doesn't want to know pain or accept it. Raising his head, he saw that she was there anymore. Jasmine wasn't in her working position. He wondered where she had gone to. Knowing she might be printing or talking to other colleagues, he continued his work. At the same time, his phon