”Whooooooo”
Clap! Clap! Clap!
”Keep it on keep it on... Jasmine”
”You are beautiful, I love you”
As Jasmine danced on the stage at Fediz Entertainment Club, the crowd erupted in cheers and shouts, calling out her name. Her captivating performance and alluring moves attracted numerous men from all over Mexico town to the club, willing to spend a substantial amount of money just to witness her dance.
With each sway of her hips and every graceful movement, she held the audience in a mesmerized state. The pulsating lights perfectly complemented the music, creating an enchanting atmosphere that enhanced her performance.
"Shake it off, Jasmine!" the crowd shouted with lustful desires. Slowly, she removed her clothes, revealing her flawless body, leaving her only in her underwear. The hungry eyes of the patrons craved to consume her perfect form.
Only the thin fabric of her attire covered her most intimate parts. Her eyes scanned the club, observing the lustful desires etched on the faces of the men. Their gazes alone had the power to strip away the last remnants of her clothing, exposing her vulnerability.
If it weren't for the club's rules that prohibited it, she knew that many of the men watching her would have climbed onto the stage, eager to claim her for their own.
Although she wasn't proud to be objectified by these lustful men, she couldn't afford to be sad either. Survival was her priority, and she had learned to use what she had to get what she wanted.
After graduating from school, she applied to various companies, but none offered her a job. Then, her mother fell ill. Her mother had been the main provider for their family, and as the eldest daughter, she had to step up and take care of her and her younger sister. It was during this desperate time that she was offered a job as a dancer at Fediz Club, the most prestigious club in all of Mexico, frequented by the wealthy and influential.
The seductive melody of the song carried on, igniting the passion of the crowd as she continued to sway her hips toward them.
Among the sea of onlookers, her eyes locked on a handsome man in the audience. He appeared disinterested in the performance, his attention focused solely on the phone in his hand. It was as if he was more captivated by his device than by her dance.
A wave of disappointment washed over her.
He was the first man she had encountered who seemed unaffected by her mesmerizing dance skills or her captivating beauty. A spark of intrigue ignited within her. Besides her dancing talent, she had a knack for taking on challenges, particularly those that appeared impenetrable.
A loud noise aroused as Jasmine lighted down from the stage and walked towards the cold man that seemed impenetrable, if she wanted to be true to herself, she loved what she beheld. Likewise, she wished to feel him but it is against her rule.
"He's coming towards you," a nice man whispered to the cold man, pulling him out of his deep thinking.
Wanting to make sure of what he heard, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Jasmine as she approached. Before she could reach him, he quickly stood up and walked away.
"Wait," his friend called out to him, but he ignored him and left the club.
A gasp escaped the mouths of the crowd as they watched the man walk away from Jasmine, the stunning dancer whom every man longed to spend a night with.
As she witnessed the expressions on the faces of the crowd, anger churned in her stomach. Just as she was about to return to the stage, Andre, the friend of the cold man, approached her. He knelt, took hold of her hand, and kissed it.
"You are incredibly beautiful," he said with a chuckle on his face.
At that moment, the music came to a halt, and the crowd erupted in shouts and cheers, hailing her name.
"You're the best, Jasmine!" they praised her name, lifting her spirits and alleviating the embarrassment she had felt.
After the music ended, she stopped dancing and crawled back to the dressing room. Coming down from the stage provided an opportunity for the lustful man to approach her, bombarding her with his advances.
As she changed her clothes, she couldn't help but overhear the gossip about herself since she couldn't block her ears from hearing.
"She thinks everyone will succumb to her charm," one voice said.
"She's so conceited. If not, she wouldn't have dared to pursue the CEO of Vivex Group of Companies for herself... She's nothing but a promiscuous woman," her colleagues gossiped about her.
What!?" she exclaimed.
She had been hearing the name of the CEO of Vivex Group of Companies, but she had never met him before. Now, she was filled with fear, realizing that she had managed to anger the cold Donovan.
"So, I've finally landed myself in trouble?" she muttered, aware of the rumors circulating in the city about him.
Nevertheless, she pretended to be ignorant as usual. She had always heard their envious words towards her, especially from her fellow dancers. She had accepted it as part of the profession. However, she didn't anticipate that they would blame her for having more clients than them. Was she truly responsible for their resentment?
If I were you, I would focus on improving my skills instead of sitting here and gossiping about someone who's doing better," she retorted to her colleagues. Many called her a bitch, and she was always ready to be one to those who deserved it.
Her colleagues stood there with their mouths wide open, unable to respond. Jasmine looked at them disdainfully, scoffed, and left.
As she stepped outside the dressing room, she took a deep breath. She contemplated turning around, but then she heard her name.
"Jasmine," a man called out to her. He was the club manager, someone whom Jasmine admired and respected greatly among the club staff.
"Yes, sir," she replied and turned to face him.
"The boss is asking for you," he informed her, and she nodded. She wondered why the boss was summoning her this time. Usually, it meant there was a VIP client who wanted special treatment. But today, Jasmine wasn't in the mood to dance separately for anyone. The humiliation she had experienced at the hands of the cold man in front of the crowd still lingered in her mind.
As she entered the room, she caught a glimpse of the man who had saved her earlier, standing with the owner of Fendix Club.
She slightly bowed her head to her boss, but her gaze remained fixated on the man's presence, curious about his connection with her boss.
"Mr. Andre has a business proposal for you. I hope you'll consider it, as it can fetch you a significant amount of money to take care of your sick mother," her boss explained, and Jasmine furrowed her brows.
"Must he reveal my secret to a stranger?" she murmured.
"Yes, sir," she replied, unable to reprimand him. After all, he was the one who owned the place where she earned her livelihood, especially for her mother's medical expenses.
As her boss started to walk away, giving them privacy, he tapped her on the shoulder and whispered, "Make sure you don't miss this great opportunity."
"What do you want?" Jasmine asked arrogantly, once she was certain her boss had left the room.
"Is that how you greet your savior?" Andre remarked.
"Savior my foot," she retorted with a scoff.
"What do you want? My time is valuable, and I don't waste it unnecessarily," she began, her tone filled with disdain.
"Or do you want me to repay you for your help?" Jasmine finished sarcastically.
"I want something in return. I'm not Santa Claus," he replied bluntly.
His presence began to anger Jasmine, and she wondered why. He wasn't the one who had embarrassed her, yet his mere presence brought back memories of the incident.
"I know you're a manipulative man. Anyway, name your price," she said, her lips curling with disdain. She knew he must be wealthy, considering she had seen him conversing with his cold friend.
"My payment is simple. I want you to seduce my friend," he revealed.
"Which friend?" she inquired.
I've heard rumors about your confidence, and I know you seek revenge. I'm ready to provide you with a platform," Andre stated.
"A platform for what...? Are you asking me to seduce the cold and sorrowful Donovan? Moreover, I've heard he's gay, so I don't think I stand a chance with him," Jasmine replied skeptically.
"Those are just rumors, not necessarily the truth. Why don't you give it a try? Let's find out the truth... The way he looked at you earlier piqued my curiosity. I want to uncover what lies behind that gaze," Andre urged.
"Stop beating around the bush and tell me the real reason why you want me to seduce him," Jasmine demanded.
"You're as smart as they say... Donovan used to be the happiest person, but after his breakup with his ex-girlfriend, he became incredibly sad and started treating women poorly. As his best friend, I want to see my cheerful friend return, and I believe you have what it takes to bring him back to me," Andre explained.
"I'm sorry, but I can't. Maybe you should try someone else," Jasmine replied, turning towards the exit door.
"I will pay you two hundred thousand dollars if you can help me. The first step is to go for an interview at his company tomorrow. Make sure he hires you, and I will pay you half of the money upfront. After you've completed the task, I will provide the remaining payment," Andre offered.
Jasmine paused, contemplating the offer, her mind filled with uncertainty.
As Jasmine arrived at the company of the coldest and richest bachelor in Mexico, she was left speechless in awe. The image of the company she had seen in a magazine couldn't compare to the reality before her. It was enormous and captivating. Just as she was lost in admiration, a fierce voice abruptly snapped her out of her thoughts. "What are you doing here?" the voice demanded. Startled, Jasmine jumped, her gaze meeting the cold eyes of a tall man, sending a shiver down her spine. "Good day, sir," she greeted him, trying to maintain her composure. "Why are you arriving at this time, when the interview is almost over?" his harsh voice echoed in her ears once more. She couldn't help but wonder why he couldn't communicate in a friendlier tone. Must he always speak so harshly? She couldn't be entirely blamed for her lateness. Initially, she hadn't been interested in Andre's offer, but upon considering her mother's and sister's bills, she had a change of heart. Additionally, she had
As Jasmine entered the apartment, her attention turned to her roommate Maria. "When did you come back?" she inquired. "Just now," Maria replied, still swaying her hips to the rhythm of the song playing. Jasmine couldn't help but express her frustration. "I've told you countless times not to dance like this to this particular song. It's the reason my manager hasn't hired you yet. You need to learn the right dance moves for the song," she said, sounding somewhat innocent in her remark. Maria rolled her eyes and retorted, "Can't you correct people politely? Do you always have to show off your skills?" "That's just how I am, and you know it. Anyway, I apologize if it bothered you. But you should practice hard today because there's another opportunity for you at my club," Jasmine replied. Maria's eyes widened with curiosity. "Did another dancer leave your club?" she asked. "Yes, but it's not about someone leaving. I'm the one leaving the club because I got a job with the Vivex group
"Please, go faster!" Jasmine repeatedly urged the taxi driver as they raced towards the company. It was her first day of work, and it seemed like she might already be running late. She had never experienced such intense nervousness before. Was it because she wanted to prove herself as a hardworking employee? Or was she afraid of Donovan's potential judgment? Or was she afraid that Donovan would fall for her charms? She carefully chose her attire, wanting to make a lasting impression on Donovan. She had done her research and made sure to wear his favorite color, hoping to capture his attention. As they arrived at the company, Jasmine settled the taxi fare, swiftly exited the vehicle, and approached the entrance. Stepping inside, her eyes widened in awe as they roamed the surroundings. The building stood tall, the grandest she had ever laid eyes upon in all of Mexico. "Wow, Viviex truly lives up to its name," she marveled, captivated by the sheer magnificence of the structure. As Ja
A soft sigh escaped her lips as his hand caressed her cheek, eliciting a tingling sensation throughout her body. 'Oh, snap out of it! You're here to allure him, not to be seduced,' she scolded herself, trying to regain control. With her eyes tightly shut, she could almost feel Rolland's lips inching closer to hers, now she couldn't stop it, her innocent body wanted this cold man's shaft badly. With her eyes tightly shut, she could almost feel Rolland's lips inching closer to hers. But suddenly, Rolland's voice pierced the air, shattering the fantasy. "This is not a club, where you can sell your cheap body. Leave my office immediately," his cold voice echoed, snapping her back to reality. In an instant, she found herself walking out of his office, feeling a mix of humiliation and disappointment. Jasmine hurriedly stepped into the restroom, closing the door behind her with a slam. She stood in front of the mirror, observing her flushed face and feeling her rapid breaths. "Oh God,
Donovan walked out of the hotel room with a deep frown, he couldn't believe that he had been deceived by a woman. Two days ago, he spoke with a businessman, and they agreed to finalize the business in a hotel, only for him to reach the room and find a woman. The woman even tried to seduce him instead of talking about the business. He wondered why all these woman wanted to have a taste of her d×c*k. As Donovan walked down the hallway, he heard screams coming from a room next to the one he came out from. He wanted to turn deaf ears to it, go away until recognition came for the voice. Jasmine? He asked himself before going to the room, he kicked the door open and saw a man forcing himself on her. Damn it, he was so infuriated by the scene. Jasmine's eyes widened, her boss is the last she could ever expect to rescue her. “What are you doing here?” Jasmine asked as he walked over, pulling his overall jacket. The man on top of Jasmine jumped, hearing the bang of the door, he tu
“Don’t question me, I am leaving now. I only came in there because you're my secretary and I didn't want you to tarnish my name. Stay away.” With this, he entered his car, ignited it, and drove away. As he drove out of the hotel, he saw that the road was dark and desolate, as it was already late at night. As he continued driving, a flash of Jasmine ran through his mind, but it tosses off quickly. He turned to the expressway and increased the speed of his car to get home quickly. Meanwhile; Jasmine looked around the parking lot, it was cold, and she used the jacket to cover herself well, still looking around. She didn't know where to start. There was no one to call except Maria, but her phone was switched off. Even if her phone was not, she wouldn't call her, since she didn't want her to know. Jasmine started to walk out of the parking lot, looking around. She wrapped the jacket around her body, although it was very short and barely covered her butt. “What did I get myself into?!
“Your…” His eyes instantly glued to her body, taking in every shape, and the word wanting to come hung in his throat.Every Mark on her body, her belly piercing. Everything, turning him on and taking every of his attention. Absorbing him into a world of lust and want.Donovan couldn't look away as much as he wanted to, his lips parted and his eyes pushed backward. It was as though her body were glue, drawing him closer by the second.He could resist women’s bodies, but not hers, there was not a single blemish on her skin. How could a woman be that pretty?Donovan was going to raise his hand and move closer to touch her when she cleared her throat and quickly picked up the jacket. “Where can I change in?” she halted his moved deliberately, looking at him, her eyes shining under the warm light. Donovan looked away and pointed to the room next to the one he came out from. “You can do your business there.” He cleared his throat at the end before making his move to leave. However, as he
Wait, he left me?! Her eyes widened. Jasmine went back into the house, wondering what she was going to do and how she was going to get to work. Reaching the living room, she collapsed onto the chair, and one of her hands hit the side table, which made her take notice of a piece of paper. She took the paper and read the content, Anger grew in her at the content of the paper. How can he treat me like this? Jasmine felt like she was nothing to him, even after the passionate kiss…“I should come to the office myself? She twirled her head and her eyes rested on a black card he had left on the table.He left the card for her to board a taxi to the workplace. Jasmine rolled her eyes before sighing. She would have to find an ATM to withdraw some cash. Another sigh escaped her mouth, and reluctantly she sprang to her feet, dug her hand inside the small purse he carried, and brought out her phone.She tapped the screen of the phone, yet the phone refused to display.A wave of fear blew ar