Donovan stopped his hand from going further, he didn't want to take advantage of her. He knew that she wasn't in her right senses and that she could wake up the next day with regrets. However, he wanted to make her feel good so that she could sleep and stop tossing over the bed uncomfortably. He pushed one of his hands between her thigh which made another moan fall from her lips. Her legs shook and she held the sheet tightly. Her lips quivered, and she groaned in pleasure as it rippled through her. His hands slid over her skin with burning desire, conquering every hotness she felt in her body. Her juice spilled out of her, staining her panties, and causing Donovan’s dick to harden. Gently, he moved her panties, her juice soaked his fingers, and he groaned. Jasmine's entire body paused, pleasure moved over her entire body, and she yearned for him to push his fingers into her. When he finally did, she moaned and groaned and thrashed against his hands. “Fuck...” she breathed out. Do

Jasmine and Mrs. Keid went to the mall, they did some shopping. Fixed their nails. Did some lash extensions as well. Mrs. Keid only left when she had a business call but before she left she made sure she took Jasmine back to Donovan’s house. “You should sleep in Donovan’s house again tonight, you shouldn't be going home.” She had told Jasmine when Jasmine said she was going to her house. Jasmine was dropped off in front of Donovan’s large doors with numerous bags which contained expensive stuff. Sighing she knocked on the door and then Donovan opened the door. He had seen her on the CCTV even before she started knocking. “I see Mother took care of you.” Donovan watched her walk into the living room with expensive shopping bags. Jasmine dropped the entire bag on the floor. “You should keep it for her real daughter-in-law.” Jasmine sounded exhausted and mad. “You are the daughter-in-law, it's all for you.” Donovan turned to her, he watched her. She was picking something out of her

“Who brought this here?” She questioned herself as she walked closer to the large box in the middle of her working desk. She looked around as well to see if anyone was around. She could see the insides of Donovan’s office from her working position hence she checked if he was around. He was. Jasmine dropped her food on the table before proceeding to see what was in the box. Unraveling it, she couldn't believe her eyes when she saw another laptop. Now this laptop wasn't a MacBook, it was the latest version of the one she had in her home. Jasmine chuckled. Donovan was the most clueless arrogant man she had ever seen in her life. She turned to his office and marched inside. “I know you love it, no need to blush and thank me. I just had to settle to your taste, I got...” “I don't need your laptops, sir. I never said I wanted a new laptop, all I wanted was for you to appreciate the one I have in my house.” Jasmine looked him in the eyes. Donovan raised his brows. “Appreciate that junk?

“No,” Donovan commanded, not responding. It was a command that oozed great power. Jasmine turned to him, buttoning her shirt. “She has accepted that she did wrong and she's sorry. Plus she already faced some consequences, it's just right that we forgive her.” “Forgive her? You can do that, but I know she's not coming back to my company.” Donovan raised his brows, surprised that Jasmine would forgive Amira that easily. “Wait, she did it to me. It was me she offended why are you pained? If you don't accept Amira, I'll just leave the company and pay your mom a friendly visit telling her everything.” She rolled her eyes and looked away. Donovan scoffed, he couldn't believe her. “You are going to use that against me again?” He asked looking at her with a crease on his brow. No woman stresses him as much as Jasmine does. He just couldn't win with her. “Yes, Donovan. I want Amira back here in the company, she needs a job and you won't even give her the recommendation she needs to appl

“Okay, show me to my room,” Jasmine uttered before matching toward the living room. Donovan followed after her and then watched her go to one of the rooms. It was the one she used the last time. “I should stay here.” She looked around the well-arranged room with satisfaction. The room was quite big, better than the one she rented and stayed in with her nemesis. Speaking of nemesis, she hadn't seen Maria in a while, not like she missed her. Donovan watched her as she walked in, looking around the room. The last time she didn’t have the privilege to look around, he carried her in. Jasmine got in fully and then turned around to see Donovan right behind her - a few steps away. “How many women have you brought in here?” She felt the need to ask. She had always wanted to ask him how many women he had been with and slept with but the thought of being too forward always stopped her. Donovan chuckled. “You really want to know?” He asked, walking closer. Jasmine nodded her head, watching