LOUIS’ POV
I sat on a couch in my home office as I tapped away on my laptop. I was so tired from the day I had and just wanted to be done with it all to be honest.
I then heard a knock at the door and I called out for the person to enter. In came Jasmine. Immediately my mood shifted. The long tiring boring day I’d had at work seemed to disappear upon seeing her.
I could get used to this, coming home every day and seeing her. I know this was only temporary until we found her a new home but felt like I also didn’t mind if she stayed here forever. But it’s been a long time since I felt this excited about anything. It was fun feeling excited to come home.
She wore a simple sweater and joggers. Her chestnut brown hair was loose and fell passed her shoulders.
"Can I take a look at these?" she asked as she looked at some work folders on the bookshelf.
"Let me guess this has to do with whatever you’re working on?" he asked me.
Sometimes I wonder what’s going on in Jasmine’s mind. She seems to always be lost in thought thinking very deeply about something.
Right now I was aware she was working on something important concerning the restaurant. I do wish she would me and have me handle it. I felt whatever it was, was something important and I would be more than happy to help. I would prefer she rest and relax as she goes through this divorce with her soon-to-be ex-husband.
However, I knew Jasmine always felt the need to do everything herself from the way she’d refused my help the first time we met. She was not used to relying on others I wanted her to trust me but I suppose in order to gain her trust I would have to trust her first. I understood where it was coming from after all.
I was aware of the difficult upbringing she had. Her father was abusive, I mean he didn’t even allow her to go to school. He wouldn’t even help her with what she was going through with her Chairman Acland right now.
At the time I was too young to be able to do anything but now I could. Jasmine had been through a lot; from her abusive father to Chairman Acland. I was determined to treat her well and let her know I was here for her now. I just had to get her to open up to me.
For now I would let her do her thing, I had my men protecting and watching her. I instructed them to freely let her do what she needed toand only to step in if they needed to.
"Knock yourself out," I allowed Jasmine to go through the folders. Besides, I was also curious to see what the outcome of all this would be.
Jasmine stood on her tiptoes to pick up a folder that was little too high for her. I was about to ask if she needed a hand when the folder she pulled out fell off along with other folders.
"Jasmine," I said.
Immediately, I threw my laptop to the side, stood up from the couch I sat on, and rushed to her. Placing my arms around her and pressing my body into hers I made sure the folders fell on me instead.
The sound of the folders hitting the floor reverberated around the room. Then a silence ensued as as we remained in the position we were in for a moment.
What hit me first was the smell of her hair, it smelled sweet and fruity from whatever shampoo and conditioner she used. Then there was the supple skin of her exposed neck.
How would it feel to kiss and suck on it? How would she moan?
Gosh, I was being weird I thought to myself.
"Jasmine are you alright?" I asked her to distract myself from the fact I had gotten carried away.
"Yes," she replied in a small voice. That indicated to me she she was feeling uncomfortable.
"You need to be more careful," I said to her. Then backed away from her giving her space.
She was red as a tomato. F*ck was it because I was pressed into her body for too long?
Then I noticed her eyes wander across my body.
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The following morning I woke up early as I usually did. I worked out. Was she impressed by my muscles? I recalled her staring at my chest the night before. I felt motivated.
We once again met in the foyer of my apartment.
I cocked an eyebrow at her wondering why she would tell an obvious lie.
She then squirmed her eyes around looking for something else to focus on.
"Your tie isn’t done properly," she said to me.
She then came closer to me and brought her hands up to my tie and adjusted it
If I could have you fix my tie every day I would, is what I was thinking.
"Jasmine, remember if ever you need my assistance know I’m here," I told her instead.
She nodded in response. "Sure, Dad," she joked.
I smirked at that.
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JASMINES POV
Louis and I left his apartment and he dropped me off at work like he had the day before then made his way to work afterwards.
The cafe I had agreed to meet up with Rebecca was one that was near the restaurant so I didn’t have to walk a long way afterward.
I then went onto Stargram and texted Rebecca. ’I’m at the cafe.’
The bodyguards Louis had assigned me, obviously followed me to the cafe.
’I’m almost there.’ Rebecca replied after a short while.
’Okay.’ I acknowledge her response."You’ll find me inside," I texted back.
I then entered the cafe and found a nice secluded place where I felt Rebecca and I would be able to speak freely.
Kyle and Harry the bodyguards found a table nearby. Like how they would watch over me when I worked at the restaurant. They would blend in like they were customers.
After almost 10 minutes of waiting Rebecca texted that she was in the cafe.