CONTRACT MARRIAGE WITH MR C.E.O

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑

It was a dark cold evening, the dark clouds hovered above the earth tipping in the sense of the upcoming heavy downpour. 

Jasmine drank from the large bottle of alcohol in her hand, many eyes roamed round her body, ladies whispering to themselves and giggling at her dressing. 

She returned home from work earlier but was not allowed entry into the house. Her stepmom was at it again, she didn't let her in, that alone made her wander around in extreme and immense sadness. 

She really wants to the ground to open up and swallow her so her sorrows can just end there but that seems like a superstition to her.

She looks pretty odd amongst them as everyone present are dressed in super expensive dress to rock the bar party. 

Just when she finished that bottle of alcohol in her hand, Tristan came in looking breathtaking, he was invited for the bar party which he couldn't reject because he was invited by a very good friend. 

All the ladies turned their attentions to him winking and biting their lips seductively but none of their sides did he look. He sat down comfortably on a couch paying no attention to the stares. 

Jasmine gulped down half of the second bottle, men eyes flickered in lust as they stared at her, not minding the fact that she is on a corporate outfit. 

Tristan eye searched his friend who had invited him for the party, he kept looking around and his eyes finally landed on Jasmine who did nothing than drinking. 

"Who the hell comes to a bar in a corporate outfit?". He scoffed still staring at her. 

Every other thing happening in the bar at that moment seems useless to her not excluding the lustful stares from the sinful men. She dropped the last bottle and heaved a sigh of relief. 

Men eyes glued to her body and Tristan felt irritated just by looking at them. 

"Y'all are so shameless". He muttered and diverted his gaze towards another direction. 

He turned his gaze to the two men sitting next to his chair when he heard them both whispering audibly. 

He turned back to Jasmine and then the men who were planning on how to get down with her. Jasmine stood up and staggered towards the washroom to clean up.

Before the men could rise to their feet and go after her, Tristan spranged up immediately walking towards her direction. 

The men groaned hitting their fist on their palms. 

"Let's go with plan B". One of them said and the other agreed. 

𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌

Jasmine splashed water on her face, shutting her eyes and opening it. She was feeling drowsy and weak, the alcohol had great effect on her. She filled the basin with water and dipped her face in it hoping it clears the drowsiness off her face but it didn't. 

She raised her head and brushed her hair backwards. She wasn't feeling too good, her sight gradually became blur. She tripped against something and she flung her eyes open. 

She staggered out of the washroom with a blurry sight. She bumped into Tristan who was actually outside the washroom, she smiled and clung onto him tightly. 

He gasped and tried pushing her off but her grip was too strong, in short, she almost choked life outta him. 

His heart began palpitating as he feared for the worse to happen but strangely nothing happened. 

"Hey! It's best you leave this moment or you'll regret coming to this bar!". He snapped but she said nothing. 

Her head dropped lifelessly on his shoulders without saying a word. 

"Woman! Don't take my help for granted!!". He said but got no reply. 

"Where the f*ck do you stay then?". He asked trying to cool his temper but still, he got no reply. 

"Shit!!". He spat looking around angrily. 

He let out a long sigh before carrying her in a bridal style. He got to his car and dropped her at the back seat, he also got in and drove off. 

𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐙 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋

Tristan parked his car at the lot and stepped down. He sighed out in frustration, he opened the car and carried her out. She wrapped her hands around his neck choking him. 

"Tf! Do you want to squeeze life out of my life?". He yelled releasing her hand forcefully with one hand. 

He threw her a hard glare before going in. He booked a room and staggered towards the elevator with the drunk Jasmine in his hands as he couldn't use the stairs with her in that state.

His intention was to drop her off at the hotel and leave but seem fate has it's own way of doing things. 

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 5 ~ 4𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄

Tristan flunged the door open after inserting the card into the necessary place. He dropped her on the bed and heaved a sigh of relief. 

He was about leaving the bed when she grabbed him tight, pulling him to herself on the bed. He fell heavily on the bed breathing hard, she wrapped her hands around his neck and her legs around his waist. 

His heart thumped faster as his throat itched for water, she buried her head on his shoulders breathing slowly. 

He pushed her off and she clipped her legs to his waist tight, her face directly in front of his, he swallowed hard as he examined her pretty face. He turned his gaze elsewhere breathing hard. 

It seems impossible for him to get out of her strong grip, the more he tries, the more she tightens her grip around him. She moved her head closer to his, their lips were just few inches away. He slowly took his eyes to her red lips, he tried to push her away to avoid the temptation but she pouted cutely and he lost all self control left in him.

He pressed his lips on hers hungrily, she opened her eyes slowly but her sight was still blur, the sweet colonge filled her nostrils despite the dizziness, she could tell how soft his lips were on hers. 

She moved closer to him reciprocating the kiss in her dizzy state, he pushed her back to the bed, hovering above her without breaking the kiss. She locked her legs around his waist, his d**k rubbing against her p***y through the fabric.

He groaned as his rod erected inside his pants. The kiss became intense, licking and sucking on her tongue and lips. 

He grabbed the duvet and pulled it above their heads.