JASMINE'S POV

I knew this was a stupid idea, I couldn't run from both a billionaire and a blown out assassination organization but I was going to try.

I wouldn't just sit down and watch them take over my life.

Christopher's voice erupted from the other room, it seemed like he was calling his guards.

I didn't care, a few kicks and punches, and I'd be free.

In that moment, I was too engrossed in my thinking, and I slipped from the blanket.

"This was it, Jasmine. You are going to meet such a sad end." I said in the moment of final defeat. 

My voice vanished, preventing me from yelling.

Why did falling take such a long time?

I fell into a sturdy pair of arms. 

That was fast. 

"You are selfish." Christopher's voice floated into my ears.

He was right. I could easily treat my brother by staying in such a relationship but I wanted to run away and take the easy way out.

"I'm sorry." I muttered to him.

"Sorry, Jasmine, isn't going to cut it. You are going to be punished." He said to me, sending shivers down my bones.

I was meant to be scared but I didn't know why I looked forward to those punishments.

Ria was the easiest person to blame because she had shoved those stupid R18 novels into my hands. 

I felt him carrying me up the stairs.

" I can walk." I muttered in defiance.

He said nothing, even though I knew he heard me loud and clear.

We arrived in a room, a lot different from my other room. The one thing that caught my attention was the absence of a window.

"Why did you take me here?" I asked in annoyance. 

Christopher didn't utter a word and only stared at the direction he was headed.

He laid my confused self on the bed and turned to go around without a care in the world.

"What?" my mind registered what was going on and I stood up as fast as I could but it was already too late.

Christopher closed the door on me. I wasn't going to give up though.

"Open this door! You can't keep me in here!" 

My voice echoed through the corners of my room but from the material of the door, I could tell it was soundproof due to experience.

A shot of pain moved through my leg as I kicked the door but it was nothing compared to the anger I was feeling.

 "Christopher! I didn't sign a contract to be locked in a room." I didn't want to give up.

I hate being locked up. It somewhat activated my claustrophobic personality and it was scary.

I didn't like the moment of being alone with my thoughts. The last time I was stuck in an elevator for two days and when the firemen rescued me, I had lost consciousness due to blood loss.

Yes, I tried to kill myself.

"Open this door! I'm not your pet, you son of a… Relax, Jasmine. It's just one day."After a minute of yelling. I realized he wasn't going to listen to me.

No one was going to hear my screams if the door was soundproof so I was just endangering myself.

"It's just one day." I muttered. I remembered Christopher's words. He had called me selfish.

I sunk down to the floor after thinking. Maybe, I was truly selfish afterall.

I just wanted my own freedom, and couldn't kill off my desires when I knew he was going to save my brother.

I should be grateful that he didn't tear up the contract, and leave my brother alone.

A tear slipped down my eyes.

All this wouldn't have happened if my father hadn't licked up the boots of his wretched wife.

Now my brother and I, have to pay for his mistakes. 

Jamie would have gotten out of the hospital long ago if my father had paid for his hospital bill, however he was convinced by that witch to spend it for Pearl's birthday.

A note came from under the door, drawing my attention.

I picked up the note to read it. 

"I know you are smart, so I'm guessing you'd have been quiet now. You'd stay in here for three days, that's your punishment. Do anything funny, and it increases by a day."

The annoyance in my tone increased as I read the last sentence

He was going to keep me in here for one week?

How would I survive this?

My laptop was left in my other room along with the organization phone.

What if I get an important text.

I had to do something. I sighted a pen and decided to write to him. 

I swallowed my stupid ego and placed the pain on the paper.

It took a while to fully swallow my ego because of how large it was but I held it in.

"I'm sorry. Allow me this time, and I'd do anything you want. Anything." I wrote on the paper.

I circled the last word to emphasize the seriousness placed in it if that actually would work.

I received no reply for an hour, then I decided to go to bed.

Morning reached, and I took my bath, and wore whatever clothes I found in the cupboard of that room. 

"Morning." I heard Christopher's thick voice behind me. 

"Hi." I replied. No way was I going to greet him politely if he locked me up in a room for a day. 

Christopher paused for a while and looked at my dress. 

There was a sudden shift in his expression. Although he tries to hide it immediately, my skills allowed me to see through his facade.

"I'm going to an event. Behave like a good girl and I'd call off the punishment." He said.

I stared at him for a moment, contemplating the request, and acting as if I didn't beg him for release the day before.

Yes, I vomited out my ego.

"Sure, give me some time to think about it." I muttered.

Christopher quirked a brow. Why did his suit stick so firmly to his build? I had the urge to run my fingers on his body.

"What? Can't a lady think about her decision?" I frowned.

Christopher shrugged, "Once you are done thinking, remind me to let you out of this room." He uttered.

"I'm done." I said at once. Why wasn't I having my way with him like I did those other men?

What made him different?

I didn't care much about going to an event with him. I wanted to find my target and keep my eyes on him.