Jasmine and Mrs. Keid went to the mall, they did some shopping. Fixed their nails. Did some lash extensions as well. Mrs. Keid only left when she had a business call but before she left she made sure she took Jasmine back to Donovan’s house. “You should sleep in Donovan’s house again tonight, you shouldn't be going home.” She had told Jasmine when Jasmine said she was going to her house. Jasmine was dropped off in front of Donovan’s large doors with numerous bags which contained expensive stuff. Sighing she knocked on the door and then Donovan opened the door. He had seen her on the CCTV even before she started knocking. “I see Mother took care of you.” Donovan watched her walk into the living room with expensive shopping bags. Jasmine dropped the entire bag on the floor. “You should keep it for her real daughter-in-law.” Jasmine sounded exhausted and mad. “You are the daughter-in-law, it's all for you.” Donovan turned to her, he watched her. She was picking something out of her
Jasmine locked her door after the argument with Maria. She was very angry and she didn't want to see Maria especially because she didn't want them fighting loud enough for the landlady to hear. She was studying the Chinese textbook when her phone beeped. She checked the caller's Identity and saw that it was Donovan. Her anger didn't even allow her to remember her arrogant boss who had now turned her fake fiancee. “You didn't pick the things mom bought you.” He uttered with a fume. Jasmine only remembered the stuff when he mentioned them. “Keep it.” She gently replied to him. “I am studying now, talk to you later!” She added before ending the call. She needed to finish the beginner's textbook hence she could move to the next. Learning another language wasn't hard for Jasmine at all because she had always been interested in being bilingual. She continued her studies until she slept off on her reading table. She woke up the next day to the sound of her alarm, she switched it off bef
“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