All Chapters of Entangled with My CEO Stepfather : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jasmine The movie seems to be quite interesting, but my mind is cut off by the heat radiating off me as Walter’s finger draws slow circles on my hand. He hasn’t even touched me yet, and I’m losing control. That’s when I realise I’m ovulating. It explains a lot and makes me feel better about my reaction to certain things. Yes, to Vladimir, of course. It had to be why I felt so… No! I can’t let the thought of him ruin this! I adjust closer to Walter, spreading my palm wider. He only smiles but doesn’t stop. We’re four hours in, and we’ve eaten the Chinese takeout he brought, talked about work, and even gone as far as greeting my mother in her room just because he said it’s wrong if she doesn’t know he’s here. He’s so perfect it makes me feel like a fuck up. Now I want more, but I don’t know how to ask or make the move. It should have been obvious because I changed into really loose shorts he only needs one hand to take off and a tiny top that makes my nipples poke out. My hair is

Jasmine ‘Consequences of losing your virginity in your early twenties and does it matter who you lose to?’ I click enter into the system, my eyes scanning around the hallway to see if anyone is coming. The sated feeling of yesterday ended when I woke up this morning. And after finding out why my mother thought using Walter to smooth out her return-home offer would work, I’m dressed in a blazer and have a scarf around my neck. I’m bruised so bad you don’t have to look at it twice to see it. It’s practically red ink on a white board. Vladimir’s teeth had left more than a scar, and it scares the hell out of me because Walter hasn’t messaged me ever since he left the house yesterday morning, and unfortunately for me, I haven't seen him today either.Although it bothers me, despite my best attempts, I can’t seem to settle down. My shoe is constantly tapping against the tiles, my teeth nibbling at my nails, and my thighs are pressed so tight against each other I feel the repulsion agains

Vladimir It's amazing how Meredith transformed a single idea into an entire fanbase. Now the house feels like a reality entertainment show. How nice of my QueenKen idea to come back and slap me in the face. All this fame sickens me to the core; I can't fucking stand it. At least no one can find me here. “Mr. Kensington, are you still there?” The voice over the phone draws my attention back. “Yes, speak.” “You were right, Miss Jasmine Faye Sinclair did apply for a job with us.” “Good. You know what to do.” “Yes, sir. She has been black listed here as well.” “Send me other updates on any platform her name turns up in—”The door pulls open, forcing my gaze as someone steps in and shuts it immediately. My fingers slide across the screen, disconnecting the line. Even in the dark, I can smell her anywhere. Her scent is burnt into my memory. How could it not? Jasmine. I swallow hard, holding back the urge to speak. A loud wail tears through the darkness, forcing my hands over my

Jasmine The ride home feels awkwardly short compared to the speed we had left. It’s almost like one minute he let me feel happy, maybe not happy… Emancipated, and the next he’s now too eager to take me back to hell. But yes, it was freedom. I shut my eyes tighter, letting the hurried wind brush past my arms, which are wrapped around his waist a little too tight for my own comfort. But I don’t let go. I’ve never felt anything like that in my entire life. It was scary, Intoxicating, and completely euphoric. Almost like I could fly. Finally spreading my wings and letting go to the wind. I forgot everything… I let the wind take all the pain, all the guilt, all the failure, and the heaviness in my heart. Yet there’s a part of me that sinks, knowing he is the one who made me feel this way. IIt’s not because it’s him, right? It’s not because it’s Vladimir; it can’t be. I would give anything to have this with Walter. But— The sudden brake from the sports tourer coming to a stop forces

Jasmine After a fourteen-hour flight, the last thing I expected was to be seated opposite a plus-sized, tattooed man in his late fifties wearing nothing but a robe and being choked by the stench of a six-inch Cigar. It makes us look like clowns for dressing corporately. Me especially. It’s taking everything inside me not to wave that smoke from my face or scrunch my face in disgust. Director Han Ji’s laughter breaks the silence of the room. “I had to get away from her- these women and their demands. Who says marriage should be a barrier?” Vladimir nods at him, not responding. “That’s why I’m going to name the clubhouse ‘CUM CITY, ’ where single and married men come to have fun, leaving their burdens at home.” he laughs rather too loudly. “If I’m spending millions on a project, it has to be profitable, and what can be more profitable than alcohol, cigars, and sex…” My ears almost bleed. What in the actual hell! My gaze moves to Vladimir, who’s so focused on listening to Han Ji.