Todos los capítulos de Property of Mr. Black: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

"I'm sorry Jasmine, but we're going to have to let you go" my boss's deep voice echoed through his office. The 57 year old American turned around slowly revealing the black and white suit he normally wore as the restaurant's owner.He was probably expecting something other than my tear stained cheeks, considering the way his eyes widened once they settled on my glassy ones. What was I supposed to do really? He just fired me from a job I'd been working for 7 months now. Yes, being a waiteress at a 5 star restaurant won't be the ideal job but I loved it. I loved the quiet and peaceful nature of serving top class customers, although I preffered not having to deal with bitchy ladies that behaved like they owned the restaurant. My fake smile only boosted their enormous egos. This job did have it's ups and downs but I didn't hate it enough to want to loose it! "I'm really sorry Jasmine" he apologised with a pained face, he came up to me and held unto my shoulders avoiding any form of ey

I paid the taxi driver and stepped out, coming face to face with a tall sky scrapper that looked like it had a 100 floors within it. I gulped down hard remembering I forgot to be nervous this morning when I was getting ready. Against my better judgement I had decided to come to the address that was under the card handed to me by the man with hazel eyes. I didn't even know his name! Was this a bad idea? I really needed the money after all and what could possibly go wrong? I pushed away all the negative and possibly logical thoughts about this away as I clasped my hands tightly on the hand of my bag and walked in through the revolving doors of the sky scrapper. Immediately I stepped inside I was hit with a cool and subtle aura"Good morning miss, i was given this card?"I approached the woman I had spotted behind a table. She looked neat with her white, wrinkle free shirt and her black penciled skirt, she had her hair packed in a tight bun. When she finally looked up from her comp

"You have good work experience" She had three to four years of work experience for top restaurants and top business men but non could compare to my empire tho. I was so close, her small puffs off breath were pushing against the thin fabric of my white shirt. "But have you worked in such environment before, it may be challenging"I watched her reaction attentively, as her face rose so her eyes could meet mine"I assure you sir, I am up for the challenge" she proudly spoke not breaking eye contact. We will see Ms Scott, we'll see. "I wish I had more time to discuss this, but Raymond didn't exactly inform me of your coming, otherwise I would have made out proper time for this. I am impressed with you actually, so you can consider the job yours"I pull out some documents for her to read over and sign"Read this over and when you sign, feel comfortable to bring up any questions you may have on anything with me. We will discuss this over dinner, drop your cell with the secretary, she wi

So that interview was an absolute train wreck. I was practically melting into Mr Black's embrace. I'm so pathetic. I groaned having flashbacks of the interview, most of my reactions making me cringe. Was I really that desperate for a job? Is that seriously the reason why I was practically drooling over the Damon Black? I didn't know how I particularly felt about getting cozy with my boss, something about him just threw me off balance. Ignoring how horribly the interview went, I was actually looking forward to our dinner. I didn't know why but I felt like I needed to see him again, I must be running crazy or something. His emerald green eyes played in my mind, the idea of seeing him again making goosebumps rise on my olive skin. Deciding it would be better to just wait for the call from his secretary, I went ahead to read through the documents he gave me. Making sure I read everything over twice to make sure there were no faults of any kind. My eyes darted to a line that mad

I yawn, getting up from the bed I walk out of my room.. Where's mum? I rub my eyes as I walk down the flight of stairs, my vision a little blurry. I squint my eyes to see the bright light coming from the kitchen. Mum must be making cookies! I smile, eagerly making my way towards the brightly lit kitchenAnticipating mum's famous chocolate chip cookies. I stopped dead in my tracks as all the breath was knocked out of me. All the blood in me ran cold as I saw mum lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood. I felt my knees go weak and I fell to the ground, my eyes not leaving my dear mother's face. "M-m-mum"I whisper her name, not daring to move closer to her. Her face was ghostly pale, her lips were blue. Her blue eyes we're lifelessly cold as they stared at the roof, not moving. I felt my world crumble underneath me, all the colour had drained from my face as my breathing became erratic. I stared at mother's lifeless corpse, no tears came, nothing.I just sat there for