CHAPTER 2: ONE-NIGHT STAND WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE

Jasmine had rushed into her car and drove out of the house in her wedding dress.

Her head was in shambles, her heart in pieces, and she didn't know what to do.

She didn't know where to start. Tyler had ruined all her plans.

Why did Tyler cheat on her, and he had to do it with her step-sister, of all persons?

What did Pearl have that she didn't?

Was she prettier? Was it because she was younger? Jasmine couldn't help but blame herself, and her damn fingers would not stop trembling. No matter how hard she wanted to cry, she could only smile.

She immediately swerved the car backward in the middle of the road, causing several other drivers to blare their horns at her in annoyance, but she didn't care. She just wanted to clear her head, and the only way she could think of doing so was to visit her favorite bar.

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"Hey, Jazz." Trevor, the bartender, greeted her with a smile, but Jasmine was not in the mood as she sent a nod his way.

She had bought some clothes nearby and packed her wedding dress into her car. She didn't want to be seen by anyone in such a dress.

She had also been sitting in the bar for hours now; her brain had stopped her from thinking about what had transpired that morning, or it could lead to her destroying half of this bar.

"The usual Trevor. Thank you, and make it strong." Jasmine placed her head in her hands. She didn't know what to do. She was angry, yet tired. It was noon, and she had lost her appetite.

Trevor sighed. He felt like something was up with her, but she said nothing, so he went to whip up her drink.

Her usual were martinis, and he made them with vermouth, gin, and vodka, but since she asked for it, he had removed the vermouth, and the drink became a hundred percent alcoholic Dry Bone Martini.

He slid the glass over to her, which she downed in one gulp.

"More," Jasmine said, and she kept on drinking, causing Trevor to be worried because she had never drunk so much.

Jasmine soon forgot why she came here as the effects of the alcohol were kicking in, which was what she had hoped for.

The evening arrived, and the bar came alive with loud music and colorful lights capable of sending an epileptic into disarray.

Jessica danced away from her problems, grinding on men, flaunting her sexy build, and becoming the party star.

Her style of dancing had attracted unwanted guests, and they were harassing her by forcefully pulling her body closer to their chest.

Jasmine wasn't in her right mind as she tried to struggle but felt dizzy. She had to think of something unless she wanted to be raped.

"Please. Let me go."

Jasmine said, but the man only gripped her wrists tighter, hurting her as she tried to pull away from them.

"Behave bitch."

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Christopher had walked into the bar that evening along with his bodyguards, and they directed him to his VIP corner.

He had a lot on his mind; he was supposed to claim his grandfather's wealth as heir, but the court had found a clause in the will that stated Christopher had to bring forth an heir before he could take full authority over the fortune.

Now, his wretched father was in control.

Christopher's brows furrowed as he mentally went through his day; he hated his father and knew that the older man would try to harm him, causing him to be paranoid.

Christopher's eyes scrolled through the bar as he gulped down the contents of his glass.

The more he thought about his predicament, the more he drank; soon enough, he started getting tipsy.

Then he spotted some men harassing a girl and wondered why no one was helping her. With that thought in his head, he stood up, telling his guards to stand by, and he went to help.

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Jasmine felt someone grab her left breast, and at that moment, it seemed as if the alcohol had fled from her system. She raised her elbow and slammed it into the face of the man behind her.

Angry and pissed, the man lunged at her while Jasmine was ready to beat the living light out of him even though she couldn't control her limbs, but suddenly, someone pulled the man back while a voice rang out.

"Let her go!" Christopher punched the man's face, causing him to tumble to the floor.

It confused Jasmine as she looked at him. Why did he look like Tyler?

Christopher ended up beating the man to a pulp, putting fear into the hearts of the other goons present.

When he finished, he immediately brought out his handkerchief and wiped off the bloodstains from his hands before dumping the cloth on the unconscious man's body.

He had finally gotten rid of that pent-up anger.

Without thinking twice, he immediately grabbed Jasmine's hands before pulling her out and to the back of the bar.

"Let go of me, Tyler," Jasmine said with tears welling up in her eyes while Christopher gave her a confused look. Who was Tyler? Was Tyler why this vulnerable girl had gotten drunk and exposed herself to the hungry men in the bar?

"Listen to me. I'm not your Tyler." Christopher raised her chin so he could stare at her while trying to muster up some amount of seriousness, as he was already tipsy.

At that moment, Christopher was stunned as Jasmine immediately landed her lips on his, kissing him with all the intensity she could muster up.

Jasmine didn't understand why Tyler claimed not to be himself; she still hated him for breaking her heart and wanted to show him what he would miss without her.

Christopher held her hands, trying to pull her off him, but the girl held on; she pressed her body onto him, and pushed his back to the wall.

Christopher couldn't help but marvel at her strength. The alcohol in his system was kicking in, and he soon started kissing her back, returning the fierceness of the kiss.

Jasmine's head snapped back, gasping for breath, yet she wasn't done. The intensity of the moment surged through her, her body craving more.

She brought her lips closer, but Christopher immediately placed a hand over her mouth as he placed a call on his phone.

"X, come to the back of the bar with my car and buy the finest hotel for me… " As Christopher was talking to his guard, Jasmine was busy opening up the buttons of his shirt and distracting him with the traces of her finger, causing him to lose focus.

"Faster, X." Christopher clenched his teeth, preventing a groan from escaping his lips as Jasmine created hickeys on his neck.

She was going to rape him here if he did nothing about it

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Jasmine woke up with a migraine; she reprimanded herself for going overboard with the alcohol.

She squinted her eyes and realized she was in some room. It looked luxurious to be ordinary.

Suddenly, she felt strange; her legs had a dull ache, and as she thought of it, her eyes widened.

She realized she was lying on a bed and a man's arm was around her.

Her mouth widened when she finally realized she was stark naked.

She immediately tried to squirm to move out of the man's tight grip and check her phone.

"Eleven in the morning?!" Jasmine gasped. Ria would be so worried about her.

Then, a barrage of notifications caught her eyes, causing her to realize that Tyler had called her ten times.

She didn't want to answer him, but something tugged at her heart.

Maybe she could forgive him; she immediately shook the thought from her head. He was in bed with her step-sister on her wedding day—the audacity.

He deserved to die, in her opinion; maybe she should add him to her list of targets or the death board. She would never stain her hands with his dirty blood.

She tried breathing through her mouth, but it didn't work when suddenly Tyler called her again.

She picked it; it was stupid, but she did it.

"Jasmine… where are you?" Tyler said in a voice of urgency.

Jasmine felt stupid again; she shouldn't have picked up his call. She had been doing many stupid things lately, which was unlike her.

"And why do you care?" Her anger leaked out, causing her voice to come out cold.

"Please, Jasmine, it's not what you think. We can talk this out." Tyler was in his car, desperately trying to see if he would find her car parked somewhere.

"Talk it out?! You were with my step-sister on my fucking wedding day! What do you want me to talk about with you!? You know what? Fuck you and leave me alone."

She was almost yelling. She had forgotten that another human was with her.

"Jasmine, please, for god's sake, calm down! Where are you?"

Tyler was getting annoyed; she should relax and listen to what he had to say. He didn't mean for it to happen; it just did. He didn't know why women were so hard to deal with.

Jasmine was about to say something when someone suddenly yanked the device from her hand.

"Can't you understand she doesn't want to see or talk to you? She's mine now, so fuck off." Christopher spoke into the phone; there was a subtle threat in his voice as he dropped the phone by Jasmine's side and stood up from the bed.

Jasmine could only stare at him; he wore a pair of boxers, showcasing his sculpted body.

His defined back muscles twitched with every movement he made. Christopher turned, catching her gaze; a sly smile played on his lips when he realized the effect he was having on her.

Jasmine returned to reality; her gaze turned cold as her lips pressed into a thin line.

"Where am I? Who are you?" She asked him.

"My Hotel. Christopher Elton."

Jasmine's eyes widened when she realized who she was in a hotel room with, while Christopher smiled at her reaction as he walked closer.

She seemed to have forgotten what had happened the previous night; he had the urge to remind her, and there were pressing matters to attend to.

"You forced yourself on me last night. Don't you think you should take the responsibility? "

Jasmine furrowed her brows in confusion while she watched him take a seat in front of her.

She tried to remember what had transpired the previous night.

Then, the memories and a dull ache came rushing back to her, and her cheek reddened. She had indeed tried to rape him.

"What are you going to do with me?"

Jasmine said, her eyes on his every movement as he opened the drawers beside him and brought out a piece of paper.

Jasmine glanced at the paper before raising her head to look at him. She watched his lips come apart as he uttered the words that nearly made her question the laws of reality and the universe.

"Let's get married."