Jasmine's POV“In my office,” Brady instructed further. “Don't keep me waiting.” Stern gaze, chiselled jaws, and hands crossed behind his lanky frame, he walked out of my office. Not even an 'excuse or pardon.’ He nudged my shoulder with his, as he walked past me. Was I that invisible? That was a quarter of my worry right now, though. Brady didn't allow me to defend myself before he left, which meant there was no guarantee that I stood a chance for a fair fight in his office. How did my mistake get out of the operating room with such speed? Was I being watched all those while? I guess no one believed in me that much to allow me to handle something as basic as appendectomy without being watched like a dog. Or... My heart skipped meaningful beats. Was that freaking loser the one that sent Brady my errors? Was it Dr. Jenkins? Dr. Kylie? Nurse Sam? One of those desperate interns?... Brady had left for a while now, yet I was confused and on the same spot his shoulder shove kept me at.

Jasmine's POVLiam's facial expression changed from jovial to shocked to angry, in split seconds. “That wasn't what I meant.” I retraced my steps. "I was trying to point out what you and Asher had in common. The other day he wanted to call you about my work-related stress.”"Oh." He raised an eyebrow, and his face calmed down in realization. "Yeah." I nodded in relief. There was no life safer than a smart white lie. Thrown in the wild, I had to prepare myself for the hard life ahead, and now, it was funny how I boasted of my lying ability. “Besides, why would Mr. Carter threaten me?” Now that I succeeded in getting the tension off the table, I pried further. If he ever suspected anything, now was the time to clear his doubt and feed him with more from where the previous came from. "Why not Brady?" I prompted him when he didn't respond with the much needed pace. “Because Brady is capable of anything but a threat.” He paused. I scoffed. "Don't swear on your life, boy. You'd be go

Asher's POV Jasmine gasped as I sped up and drive past two cars at a go. “Babe, can you not get us arrested?” Jasmine lashed out. I chuckled. Not to exaggerate, driving was a game to me... A live video game and I got to enjoy it. And in my defense, I wasn't past the speed limit. Jasmine was one scarecrow when it came to driving. She drive at a snail's pace, and even Ezra found it boring. "I wonder how we didn't get in trouble earlier today.” She sighed. I stopped laughing and looked at her. "Relax, please.” I mumbled. "I'm in control, okay?”"Look at the road." She yelled. Swiftly, I returned my gaze to the road and found it very free of any obstacle. Just a spoilt trailer a few meters away. She was freaking out, and I tried not to laugh. Gosh. She looked so pretty even when angry. Unable to resist her, I stole side glances and she frowned at it. It made me laugh my brains out. "Jeez, loosen up... A little bit.” I requested. "Whatever." She snorted a response and slumped in her

Jasmine's POV ~ I have a surprise for you~ ~Just be a good girl tonight and expect your prize tomorrow~Asher's words to me last night had me grinning and to be honest, I woke up, delighted to see what he had planned out. I was a good girl last night, and I was certain I scored a distinction in every course I rode. These nasty thoughts had me giggling. Last night was erratic, and Asher blew my brains out, despite him handling my body so delicately. What he didn't know was I could get addicted. My limbs were flaccid from exhaustion, and my lips and bud were bruised from the marathon exercise. We drove ourselves to climax over and over again till I lost count. Juicy. This week was one heck of a ride, one that almost ruined all I've worked for and my whole life together with its scheme. Thankfully, this weekend was my day off, and I got to sort out my issues, most importantly, I didn't get to see his face. I yawned lazily and sprawled my limbs like an octopus. The window blinds wer

Rylee’s POVWhat in the actual heck did I just hear?! _‘He's back... Mr. Carter...Mr. Carter is the father of my kids.’_ Jasmine's revelation resounded in my head like a siren. How? Oh, my world. All these years, Liam and I thought Asher was the actual father of Emily, Ethan, and Ezra... And here she was spewing hot coal? It was a lot to take in. The wet dish slipped off my hands, crashed to the ground, and broke into tiny pieces. “What's happened?!” I heard Liam’s voice as he and Asher rushed towards us. They were scared I had hurt myself, especially Liam. I faked a smile, totally inappropriate for the situation, and tried to act normal, which wasn’t one of my strengths. Once I was in shock, I went pale and acted rigid and stupid. “Babe, you have to be more careful.” Liam got me first while Asher trailed behind. I just watched, limp body, scattered brains... Totally numb. “Are you hurt?” I heard Asher ask Jasmine even though she was not the one surrounded by sharp broken piec