Jasmine's POV“In my office,” Brady instructed further. “Don't keep me waiting.” Stern gaze, chiselled jaws, and hands crossed behind his lanky frame, he walked out of my office. Not even an 'excuse or pardon.’ He nudged my shoulder with his, as he walked past me. Was I that invisible? That was a quarter of my worry right now, though. Brady didn't allow me to defend myself before he left, which meant there was no guarantee that I stood a chance for a fair fight in his office. How did my mistake get out of the operating room with such speed? Was I being watched all those while? I guess no one believed in me that much to allow me to handle something as basic as appendectomy without being watched like a dog. Or... My heart skipped meaningful beats. Was that freaking loser the one that sent Brady my errors? Was it Dr. Jenkins? Dr. Kylie? Nurse Sam? One of those desperate interns?... Brady had left for a while now, yet I was confused and on the same spot his shoulder shove kept me at.
Jasmine's POV _"It's him, right?"_ Those words sent me jolting for the skies like an eel, scared to my bones. Dear goddess. In haste, I wiped my face with the back of my palms, pat drying it and acting like not a tear dropped a while ago. Satisfied with my not-so-damp damp face, I turned to see Dr. Liam standing beside me, erected like a rock. "I’m sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.” He made a baby face, one that was impossible to stay mad at. What was he doing here? Clearly, Liam doesn't know much about 'let her be’ or 'she needs her space and time to think’ shit... Just the random privacy needs for patients and that's that. "It's okay, not like it's your fault.” I made a great effort to be as normal as I could. He looked at me like he was waiting for a response that he had yet to get. And I, on the other hand, acted too suspicious to let it slide. "What?" I demanded, still feigning pretence. "It's him, right?” He repeated those words that got me spiralling. Asher knew my
Jasmine's POVLiam's facial expression changed from jovial to shocked to angry, in split seconds. “That wasn't what I meant.” I retraced my steps. "I was trying to point out what you and Asher had in common. The other day he wanted to call you about my work-related stress.”"Oh." He raised an eyebrow, and his face calmed down in realization. "Yeah." I nodded in relief. There was no life safer than a smart white lie. Thrown in the wild, I had to prepare myself for the hard life ahead, and now, it was funny how I boasted of my lying ability. “Besides, why would Mr. Carter threaten me?” Now that I succeeded in getting the tension off the table, I pried further. If he ever suspected anything, now was the time to clear his doubt and feed him with more from where the previous came from. "Why not Brady?" I prompted him when he didn't respond with the much needed pace. “Because Brady is capable of anything but a threat.” He paused. I scoffed. "Don't swear on your life, boy. You'd be go
Sebastian's POV Her eyes were no longer cool, pretty amber. They burned furiously with flashes of green—ones that could paralyze a man on the spot, ones that sent deadly threats down anyone's spine. She pretty much looked like a predator about to launch on its prey, and to be honest, I was taken aback for a moment. "Stay away from me and my family; consider this my last warning.” She turned to leave. I had bitten her on a spot that hurt the most: her family, Hurting them wasn't part of the plan; I only wanted to take Jasmine back, and together we would return to the werewolf's world, our pack... Not war. But I would gladly give it if that was the sacrifice to get her back. "And if I don’t?” I dared. Halfway gone, she turned to face me; irritation was very noticeable in her gaze. "How about you find out?” She smirked. I sneered in return, loving the outcome of things. If there was anything I got lately, it was being mischievous. My father made me promise him that I would become a
Asher's POV Jasmine gasped as I sped up and drive past two cars at a go. “Babe, can you not get us arrested?” Jasmine lashed out. I chuckled. Not to exaggerate, driving was a game to me... A live video game and I got to enjoy it. And in my defense, I wasn't past the speed limit. Jasmine was one scarecrow when it came to driving. She drive at a snail's pace, and even Ezra found it boring. "I wonder how we didn't get in trouble earlier today.” She sighed. I stopped laughing and looked at her. "Relax, please.” I mumbled. "I'm in control, okay?”"Look at the road." She yelled. Swiftly, I returned my gaze to the road and found it very free of any obstacle. Just a spoilt trailer a few meters away. She was freaking out, and I tried not to laugh. Gosh. She looked so pretty even when angry. Unable to resist her, I stole side glances and she frowned at it. It made me laugh my brains out. "Jeez, loosen up... A little bit.” I requested. "Whatever." She snorted a response and slumped in her
Asher's POV “Teach me how to be your good girl.” She teased. If only she had a glimpse of what I had in store for her, she would wish she never indulged me. I wouldn't mind if she was stressed, I would bend her and have her in all positions, raw and passionately. “You should prolly sleep, I bet you're tired.” I shook the dirty mental images off my head. She frowned. "Is that what you want?" She demanded. Of course, that wasn't what I want... "Ye..." Her hand grazed the area between my thighs, that was already swollen from arousal as it came to settle on my chin. I gasped, stopping halfway. "What?" She mocked me. “I see you're having fun.” I grimaced. She giggled and brushed my member again, this time more harder. I stiffened, exerting the level of self control I had retained all these years. She sat up and toyed with the hem of her night gown. It was a nude color, light dress and it hung freely on her erected nipples. Unable to resist this sultry temptation, I sat upright, pulle
Jasmine's POV ~ I have a surprise for you~ ~Just be a good girl tonight and expect your prize tomorrow~Asher's words to me last night had me grinning and to be honest, I woke up, delighted to see what he had planned out. I was a good girl last night, and I was certain I scored a distinction in every course I rode. These nasty thoughts had me giggling. Last night was erratic, and Asher blew my brains out, despite him handling my body so delicately. What he didn't know was I could get addicted. My limbs were flaccid from exhaustion, and my lips and bud were bruised from the marathon exercise. We drove ourselves to climax over and over again till I lost count. Juicy. This week was one heck of a ride, one that almost ruined all I've worked for and my whole life together with its scheme. Thankfully, this weekend was my day off, and I got to sort out my issues, most importantly, I didn't get to see his face. I yawned lazily and sprawled my limbs like an octopus. The window blinds wer
Jasmine's POV“What's the actual surprise?”Asher stripped off his apron and hung it on a string of hooks before he turned to face me. "All of this... And them too.” He demonstrated elaborately. “Seriously, stop beating about.” I sighed. "Since when did Rylee and Liam randomly stopping by become a surprise?” He looked at me, more confused than ever. “Are you and Liam gossiping behind my back? What's new?” I demanded. He could see my uneasiness about the stunt he was pulling. "Are you and Liam fighting? You are not happy about this whole setup.” “That's because you went behind me to talk to Liam about me...”"Oh, common babe." He closed the gap between us. "Stop being paranoid, you know I would never disrespect you like that.”He cupped my chin, tilted it upward, and kissed me. "So?" I didn't buy his sweet talk. "I noticed you've been worked up lately, so I just wanted our friend around, you know, a great way to have fun and get past this phase, I pouted and blinked like a bun