ACEI stirred in my bed, feeling the soft morning glow from the sun kissing my bare torso through the unfurled curtains before I peeled my eyes open, to meet sight with a very familiar ceiling.A ceiling I had not opened my eyes to in years. My childhood bedroom ceiling.I sat up,definitely surprised and tried to recall why I had fallen asleep here, but instead a monster headache set in.I groaned at the effect, and I perceived the alcohol in my breath, making me palm my face.Shit, how much did I drink last night?And what the fuck happened?How did I end up here?I was still rubbing my head to soothe the ache, as I downed Advil tablets, and just in, a pungent smell of burning paper and smoke wafted through my nose, eliciting a cough from me.Leaving me to wonder where the heck the smell came from.Wanting to know, I slid the duvet aside, getting out of bed and following the smoke, as I waved my hand around to clear it off.I got closer to the source, my closet and heard a soft fem
JASMIN£ “What if we host an award for him and then, wait for it….” She leaned closer and snapped her finger in my face. “Right in front of the entire crowd, we released a bucket of disgusting slime down his face. What do you say?” She concluded, earning her another burst of laughter from me. Chloe was ridiculous…in the funny way tho and her round of suggestions had been going on for the past one hour,yes. Ever since she found out that Ace was my ex-boyfriend, she had gone from liking his style to hating his guts, and now all she could think of was the perfect comeback for him. She had a list of over a hundred horrible things we could do to Ace, and this was by far, one of the least decent, and less harmful ideas, she'd dropped. “Chloe please…” I couldn't help the laughter anymore. “Just saying sis,” she shrugged picking up her bowl of chips. I shook my head, “Chloe, it's fine, I'll be just fine. Everything will go well” I reassured her. I already told her the plan, she knew it
ACE A twisted game of reading minds to uncover the truth. That's what I'm willing to play with Jasmine. It was proving to be tough considering how little she let out but I'm willing to take on the task. I had my investigator look into her profile. But we found nothing. Never been to Belgium. She was from Australia. Everything there in her details portrayed her as having a completely opposite personality to Layde. But I couldn't bring myself to believe a single finding in that document. That's because, I can't unsee the resemblance in her. It was all too much The attraction. The similarities, fuck it felt like her past we dug up were forged or something. Now I sat in this vip lounge that had a view of the grand stage outside and watched her perform. “Are you ready New Yorkers?” She hooted to a crowd outside there, and all that was heard in return were joyful cheers. It seemed she had the entirety of New York in her palms, with her music. But unbeknownst to her, she had
JASMIN£ He was kissing her….. He was holding her and kissing her….. When I saw him leave the private lounge tonight, I thought it would be a good time to get to talk to him alone, and finally get him to spill why he wants to co sponsor with me. But instead, I found him kissing Veronica intimately, proof of just how much he loves her. At the sight, I couldn't help the rage that filled me. I'm not jealous .. I'm not mad. That's what I kept telling myself as my glaring sight refused to shift from them until I felt a stinging sensation in my eyes, and a dull ache in my chest, causing me to take out my anger on the poor vase. It's his life he can do whatever he wants. That's what the only thing I can think of as I desperately weaved myself out of there, willing not to allow my rage cause any more damage. I stopped moving to lean on the wall at an enclosed corner,my heart pounding in my chest. He loved her, he loved her so much, more than he ever loved me, it was obvious. Maybe
JASMIN£ It wasn't a dream. I desperately glanced around again, with a dreary feeling in my stomach. The crowd was real, the constant shutters of cameras were real, the hushed murmurings of everyone gathered around and the very scene unfolding before me, all of it was real. Tears threatened to spill as I gasped once more at the realization. I have to get out of here … That's the only thing I can think of as I took backward steps just as mum turned to beckon for me to come closer for a hug. My eyes fell on where she and Veronica’s hands were entangled, and it tugged at my heart again. No…my head shook on its own. I can't be here. I can't embrace this. Abruptly,I backed away, refusing to accept this. My body was moving on its own taking me away from this scene. A random stranger shoved his camera in my face, “Jasmine, how do you feel about finding out about this?” “Get out of my way..” I pushed them aside, as I stumbled towards my car, ignoring the way my mum was calling me b
JASMIN£ Finally, I was meeting with Robin after weeks of being his online Ally, but I couldn't risk revealing my identity to him. Hence, I remained seated in the car even as I watched him descend the truck and scan the place with skeptical eyes. His phone was glued to his ears, as he placed a call directly to me. “Hello….” his hoarse voice came through the burner phone in my hand. His eyes cautiously scanned the strange environment we were in, probably searching for me. His greed led him to become a Judas to his very own master. A pawn in my game and I plan to use him in the best way I could. “Can you hear me?” I asked, my eyes remained on him, watching his every move. “Yes..” he glanced around. “You told me to be here. I can't see you.” “I can see you. You are spotting a French suit….?” I described any recognizable feature I could spot on him from my distance, including his suspicion filled expression. “Am I wrong?” I smirked at the way his eyes widened in shock. “Did you
ACE 69 missed calls from Father. 12 from Armani. Over 100 fucking missed calls in total. With the weight of a failed project looming over my head, I was speeding down the highway to get to the office. I was furious, so damn mad….. This was not how I expected my morning to start out after two days of the launch. I woke up to the most nighmarish news I'd ever gotten in my entire life. A news that sent a dagger straight to my heart. The Layde neckpiece turned out to be a big flop. With rumors of it containing lead poisoning. I gritted my teeth as my hold tightened on the fucking unbelievable article in my hold. My feral gaze skimmed through it once again. Our sales had dropped. The purchasers were injured… There was a ton of bad reviews flying in from every direction. Tension was gnawing at every inch of my skin in every increasing moment.. Confusion was eating me from within… How? When? A cold wave of anger coursed through my veins. I turned down the next incoming cal
JASMIN£ I envisioned the plot would cause a disaster, I just didn't know it would turn out this disastrous. The news I’d been seeing since morning were giving me goosebumps, yet Chloe seemed ecstatic by all of it. Her hands were on my shoulder, tugging excitedly, “Girl, you completely finished him! I cant believe it, the scores are finally even…” I forced a smile, my insides the absolute opposite. She snapped her fingers, with a huge smile, “this calls for a big celebration…” She disappeared into the kitchen to grab “the celebration” and suddenly I couldn't help the gut feeling in my stomach as I refocused on the news. “As of two hours ago, the economical analysts have informed us that Ace Jewellers have dropped from ten to eleven, A disappointing drop considering they used to be firm at the first position.” “Reporters say with the way their sales are depreciating and the amount of losses they are accumulating, it's very possible it could lead to a massive downgrade for them…”