Jasmine’s POVOnce we left the cocktail spot, Rylee drove me to a luxurious boutique and I picked an alluring pair of lingerie with her expertise. It was a nude lacy thong that would gracefully cling to my hips and the color would melt on my skin like butter. The pores are quite small, and it would give away enough skin. She gave me tips too, which I found weird, but a good coping strategy around Rylee was to pretend you loved every bit of it and toss all of her naughty girl lessons in the nearby trash when she was far gone. Not like she couldn't handle rejection or a no for a response, but you'd do yourself a lot of good by saving the energy and avoiding her sermon. Rylee would be on your neck till you accept her earthly salvation message. Rylee also picked two pairs of lingerie for herself. Done with the lingerie shopping, I got into a nearby mall to pick a few things for my babies. Once we were done shopping, we carried our bags and walked to her silver Audi. “Rylee dear,” I po

Jasmine’s POV‘Just One Day, Sebastian.’The words lived rent-free in my head as I made a mental note of them. The last time I went to his office, he threatened to not just come for me, but for Asher as well, and now...“I hate you, asshole.” I sobbed silently. It would be a different thing if he was just after me. And now that Asher was roped in the middle of my mess, I had to find a way out, for at least Asher. He didn't deserve all of this I was putting him through. "What do you freaking want?!” I groaned. "Don't be a coward and step out,” I mumbled, hoping Sebastian was around the vicinity and hearing me. “I know you can hear me,” I whispered shakily in the open space. "Come out and face me,” I say yet another word I didn't mean. It was scary enough that he knew my place, and now he got to randomly stop by, irrespective of the hours of the day, and drop gifts. What if Asher had answered and seen this trash? How would I explain to him that Sebastian asked for a day with me and

Jasmine’s POV.‘Liam is innocent.’ I whispered to myself countless times, hoping to believe my words over theirs. Kylie knew something. And it was freaking me out. What scared me the most was that I was thinking in a direction I shouldn't in a million years. She was playing a mind’s game with me, and I bet she knew she was getting to me. "I need to go through with this and give them to Dr. Berneji, you know how grumpy he can be.” She tried to bail out.“Jasper told Liam he wouldn't be handing him the footage, and I had to let it go.” I held her back with my statement. She needed to finish what she started. Dr. Kylie scoffed and resumed scouting through the files in silence, hurting me deeper with unspoken words of Liam's involvement in my ruin. “You would be dumb to expect a criminal to admit to their crime even with a gun put to their head.” She spoke in riddles. She was right, sadly. If Liam truly had a hand in all of it, it would be crazy of me to expect him to provide me wit

Jasmine's POV“Common Asher, you shouldn't have.” I frowned as I walked back to the inside and he followed me from behind. “Someone needed to teach him a lesson, he...”"Can you stop? Please." I groan. "I pleaded that you let Liam be. Rylee called, crying badly on the phone.” I revealed with so much annoyance. If only Asher had listened to me, I wouldn't be feeling as guilty as I was now. Instead, he followed me upstairs to the bedroom in silence. He tossed the car key on the table stand beside the lamp and sat at the edge of the bed, not willing to budge. He began to rip off his clothes one at a time, getting ready for a bath to wash off his filth. I was riled up, finding out Liam did that to me got me so furious, but with Asher throwing random punches got me more worked up. Maybe something was better left unsaid. I promised Asher to not keep the tiniest of secrets, but it didn't seem like I could keep up with the act. I had a reason for asking him to let Liam be, he wasn't worth

Jasmine’s POV"I'm still here.” My voicemail message sounded. “Shit.” I let out a soft sigh. I had missed Rylee’s call, and when I flipped my wristwatch to check what time it was, it was crystal clear that I was fifteen minutes late and counting. In haste, I rushed out of my office, with my bag and gadget clutched to my bosom. I got into the car, and dumped my properties on the vacant seat, with a few dropping to the floor, but I didn't bother. Switching on the ignition, I started the ride to the restaurant which was sadly thirty minutes away. Rylee would be pissed as fuck, especially since this incident, it would seem like I was acting up suddenly, and I doubt she would give a damn about my stupid excuses. Finally, I arrived at the restaurant, and I literally ran out of the park. I walked into the restaurant and met a new Rylee... The heavy strings her devastated image pulled, made my heart hurt. By the extreme, she sat, moody and sad and hurt. She was more like a shadow of he