Twelve

Jasmine got home with a swollen face, she had cried in the cab because of what Richard said to her. Every one of the words hurt her so much, she felt like nothing but a tool for the rich men to satisfy themselves.

Donovan didn't even care about her, he treated her like trash and sent her away from his car. She was pained by his attitude toward her too.

Getting home, she met Maria in the living room writing something from her phone.

“What are you doing?” Jasmine asked and sat beside her on the couch. She didn't look at what Maria was doing.

“Writing some instructions for pole dancing, how are you?” Maria asked, sitting up. Then she saw the dress that Jasmine was wearing, it was very beautiful and expensive. She instantly got jealous of it.

“Did your boss get you that?” She asked, looking at the patterns on the dress and the jacket. It looked quite expensive.

Jasmine nodded her head without opening her eyes. She was tired from the hectic day; the tantrum with Richard made her a lot