Jasmine's POV

It was quiet all around me as I was engulfed, alone, in his comfortable bed. One word described my mood. Happiness.

"Evan," I said, softly, climbing out of the bed and looking around the bedroom.



My instincts took me through a door in front of me. I walked along an aisle then pushed through a pair of double doors. I peered over banisters and saw maids and a security guard moving about. I went back into the bedroom for my cellphone.

"Hey baby," I heard his voice behind me and I was instantly pulled against his powerful chest. "You're finally up," he whispered in my ear.

"Uh huh," I let out through a breath that had already been taken away.

This man would be the death of me.

"I have to ask you about something and I'm only going to ask you this once," he said, turning me around so I was facing him. The seriousness in his eyes made my heart skip a beat or two from fear. "Are you and Bradley involved?" he asked, getting straight to the point. His eyes were almost in complete darkness.

He saw us at the cafe? Did a picture leak with Bradley and I?

"No we're not. We're just friends." I regretted adding that last statement because his whole demeanor changed.

He stepped away from me. "Friends?" he asked of the word, like it was an obscenity. "Friends?"

I nodded yes.

"I don't want you being friends with him. He already had his chance with you and he fucked it up!" he laced.

"I know that, but I can't just turn around and be ungrateful to him. He paid--"

We were interrupted by the ringing of his cellphone. He answered it.

"What's up? No, why? Right now? Where are you?" he spoke to the caller. He heaved a sigh and came closer to me again and planted a kiss on my forehead. "I have to go. My little brother needs me, but I'll be back soon and we'll continue this conversation. The maids will provide you with something to eat."

"Actually, can you have someone take me home? Zenia should be off work already so I wouldn't be alone."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded yes.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and we went to his garage. He instructed a security guard to take his Bentley and get me home. He took another car and left as well.

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Two days later

He was busy preparing the July Extravagance Gala. It was a function he hosted for his employees, but actors and actresses, musicians, singers, other celebrities and people of his group-- the rich and powerful-- showed up as well. It was only one day away, and I was lucky the last minute preparations created a diversion between us. He wasn't in the office for the entire day and I received only one text message from him.

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