Todos os capítulos de Entangled with My CEO Stepfather : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Jasmine. I’m getting the fuck out of here like yesterday. The one day I rebel and drink a little more than I normally would, the universe punishes me in worse ways than a sinner. “You can’t be serious, we’re not leaving!” Betty sighs, refusing to help me pack my luggage in our room. “I feel choked up… when I get back to New York I’ll be fine…” I try to get out of it, but she doesn’t seem to be buying it. I can’t tell her! God, No. I can’t tell anyone! I need to move out of my mother’s house and find a new apartment. Maybe move to a new state, or country, even better.But that thought hurts more because I know I’m not in the position to do that. “Jasmine, trust me, whatever is going through your head, you just have to calm down. If you do this, you’ll make this about you again. Like you did when you were ten. Fourteen and eighteen. You always try to run, but it doesn’t make things better. You should know this from experience…” she tries to talk me out of it, but my mind is alre

Jasmine.“Em, Ma’am, I think there's a mistake somewhere.” I protest, walking into the secretary's office, completely confused at the post assigned to me on my file. One that clearly wasn't in the email. I didn’t want to take the job. I spent the whole morning at Walter’s place contemplating what this could mean for my future, and after seeing the pay of ten thousand dollars per month, I find myself here. Knowing that in three months I could afford the security deposit, first month's rent, furniture... and finally get out of my mother's house. My determination shatters the moment I glance at the file and read my assigned role. “I was hired as an Investor Relations Analyst, not a personal assistant…” I say, handing her the file, knowing there’s a mistake somewhere that needs to be sorted out. Walter is already in the meeting room, where they’ll be addressed, and there’s nothing wrong with his assignment. The lady behind the desk tilts to the side, away from the monitor in front o

Jasmine If I could stop thinking about it, I would. But I can’t. I’m at Betty’s apartment, sitting on her bed, my eyes glued to the screen of my laptop, but I can’t make out the image in front of me. My finger is pressed against the mouse, just slowly feeling its slick touch as though that’s the only thing that can keep me in the present so I don’t go back to that moment.I can almost feel his eyes burning against my lips, a desperate hunger that makes me breathless. No! Fuck! “Jasmine.” My body flinches, my eyes darting to Betty as she walks into the room. “Hm.” Her brows furrow. “I swear I turned on the AC; why are you sweating so much?” she mouths before walking towards me. My heart skips a beat, my palm sliding across my temple. I force an awkward chuckle, “It’s nothing… I just need to take a shower.” “So?” she starts, her brows raised. “So…” I chorus, completely clueless as to what this is. “The applications. How many have you sent?” She moves to the end of the bed, s

Jasmine I’ve never been on a really important business meeting, but I’m sure this isn’t what it’s supposed to look like. Why did he have to rent out the entire restaurant and have a buffet being prepared for her? My jaw tightens, my eyes still on Vladimir, who now seemingly has a smile on his face. That's a ten on the scale of unprofessionalism. That's because I’ve never seen him smile. “The last time I saw you in Paris, you promised me a dinner and a building I can’t refuse…” Isabella’s rich, feminine, light voice comes. Paris? Dinner? So much for work is work. “And here we are,” he responds smoothly, not taking his eyes off her. My left eye twitches uncontrollably, another wave of repulsion surging through me. Why the hell am I here? It’s almost like I’m a disturbance to them, having to occupy the empty seat opposite to stop this from looking like what it really is. A fucking date! I swallow hard, watching her giggle at him in her red beaded dress and fancy hat. Her lips

Jasmine I can feel it; everything inside me is so heightened that my body doesn’t stop shaking. Our breathing is synced, fast and rapid, his fingers digging into my waist as his grip tightens possessively. We’re pressed so tightly against each other, his intoxicating breath filling my lungs. Pull away… Jasmine. Please! My mind pleads with my body, but I don’t. I stay still until his lips almost touch mine. He freezes, eyes widening as though he’s just recovering his senses. It’s almost like he’s now thinking it through. “Get off…” he says sharply, leaning backward and pulling away. My heart stops. “But, your… you were…” I stutter, trying to peel myself off him. His fingers retract from my waist. His legs shift apart, creating enough space for him to push me away as though I’m suddenly a hot potato. Every heat inside me drains into pure horror and anguish as the look in his eyes changes. I push myself upright, scrambling backward. My heel catches against the edge of the flo