blunt, but that was the effect Bradley had over me.
“I’m sorry to have offended you with my company. It wasn’t meant to embarrass you.” He reached his arm across to comfort me, but I was humiliated.
He stared at me for a little while, then pulled me close and held me.
The wine almost spilled out of my hand as he held two arms around my back, pressing my curves against his suit.
I was breathless in his presence.
“I am deeply sorry. I didn’t stop to think about how you might feel. It is entirely my fault,” he murmured in my ear as he stroked my hair.
I felt his warm hands caressing my cheek and I melted like a chocolate chip.
He owned my heart.
“I like you, Jasmine. I like you a lot. There is a feeling between us that I haven’t felt before.”
My heart was going faster than I could count the beats.
My limbs were weak.
My head was lost.
“But you have to understand something.”
“Yes?” My breath was growing heavy.
“Jasmine.” He pulled away and looked me in the eyes. “I am not a nice man.”
His words were blunt and they snapped me out of my trance.
In his arms, I had never felt safer. I had never felt more vulnerable but protected.
His arms were secure.
But he was right.
He is not a nice man.
That is clear to me.
Then why does my heart have to fall for a man like him?
Damn.
Why can’t I choose who my heart falls for?
I could feel him growing hard beneath his trousers, and I was flattered that he was so attracted to me.
Maybe I could just sleep with him and my heart would be done?
Maybe it wasn’t love – maybe it was lust that I was feeling?
I couldn’t believe that it was.
This feeling that he had over me was overpowering…
“Can I request something special, Jasmine?” he asked me.
“Yes,” I moaned. I was in the midst of the passion, of him sweeping me off my feet and giving me everything I had ever wanted. “Anything you want, Bradley.”
No sooner had I said it, I regretted the words that had come out.
“I want you to take all of your clothes off,” he said softly.
A knot welled up in my throat.
“Right here at the table? But…”
The disappointment was washing over me in waves.
“Yes.”
I could barely breathe, and I felt like someone had stabbed me right in the chest. I looked around wondering if this was truly happening.
Why would he be so crass after trying so hard to apologize?
“You don’t really get women, do you…” I pulled away from his arms and grabbed my handbag.
The nerve of this guy was unbelievable!
I flashed him a scowl.
“You just think that you can win over women with your money. Sorry, but you have failed with me. This disgusts me. I’m not a puppet and I wasn’t put on this planet to fulfill your sexual desires. All you do is sleep around with women and treat them like a piece of meat. A woman has feelings, emotions, and a heart. You don’t even listen to me or understand where I am coming from. I don’t think you ever will.”
I was steaming mad and could no longer hold back my bitter tongue. With that, I walked away and left him sitting there all alone with his wine.
I was foolish in thinking that Bradley would ever like me for who I am.
Chapter 17
Damn.
Damn, damn, damn, damn.
There was not one part of my apartment that I hadn’t searched. I turned the entire place upside down. Cushions were thrown across the room, the couch had been moved for the first time since I moved in, and there was nothing left in my cupboards.
The only thing left to do was cry.
I lost the check.
The check that I had suffered so much for.
The work I performed for that check tore my heart out.
The first of the month came and went, and I wasn’t able to come up with the money to pay my rent. I was extremely upset about it, but upset doesn’t pay the bills.
It took only a couple of days before the landlord caught on,
“I’m sorry to have offended you with my company. It wasn’t meant to embarrass you.” He reached his arm across to comfort me, but I was humiliated.
He stared at me for a little while, then pulled me close and held me.
The wine almost spilled out of my hand as he held two arms around my back, pressing my curves against his suit.
I was breathless in his presence.
“I am deeply sorry. I didn’t stop to think about how you might feel. It is entirely my fault,” he murmured in my ear as he stroked my hair.
I felt his warm hands caressing my cheek and I melted like a chocolate chip.
He owned my heart.
“I like you, Jasmine. I like you a lot. There is a feeling between us that I haven’t felt before.”
My heart was going faster than I could count the beats.
My limbs were weak.
My head was lost.
“But you have to understand something.”
“Yes?” My breath was growing heavy.
“Jasmine.” He pulled away and looked me in the eyes. “I am not a nice man.”
His words were blunt and they snapped me out of my trance.
In his arms, I had never felt safer. I had never felt more vulnerable but protected.
His arms were secure.
But he was right.
He is not a nice man.
That is clear to me.
Then why does my heart have to fall for a man like him?
Damn.
Why can’t I choose who my heart falls for?
I could feel him growing hard beneath his trousers, and I was flattered that he was so attracted to me.
Maybe I could just sleep with him and my heart would be done?
Maybe it wasn’t love – maybe it was lust that I was feeling?
I couldn’t believe that it was.
This feeling that he had over me was overpowering…
“Can I request something special, Jasmine?” he asked me.
“Yes,” I moaned. I was in the midst of the passion, of him sweeping me off my feet and giving me everything I had ever wanted. “Anything you want, Bradley.”
No sooner had I said it, I regretted the words that had come out.
“I want you to take all of your clothes off,” he said softly.
A knot welled up in my throat.
“Right here at the table? But…”
The disappointment was washing over me in waves.
“Yes.”
I could barely breathe, and I felt like someone had stabbed me right in the chest. I looked around wondering if this was truly happening.
Why would he be so crass after trying so hard to apologize?
“You don’t really get women, do you…” I pulled away from his arms and grabbed my handbag.
The nerve of this guy was unbelievable!
I flashed him a scowl.
“You just think that you can win over women with your money. Sorry, but you have failed with me. This disgusts me. I’m not a puppet and I wasn’t put on this planet to fulfill your sexual desires. All you do is sleep around with women and treat them like a piece of meat. A woman has feelings, emotions, and a heart. You don’t even listen to me or understand where I am coming from. I don’t think you ever will.”
I was steaming mad and could no longer hold back my bitter tongue. With that, I walked away and left him sitting there all alone with his wine.
I was foolish in thinking that Bradley would ever like me for who I am.
Chapter 17
Damn.
Damn, damn, damn, damn.
There was not one part of my apartment that I hadn’t searched. I turned the entire place upside down. Cushions were thrown across the room, the couch had been moved for the first time since I moved in, and there was nothing left in my cupboards.
The only thing left to do was cry.
I lost the check.
The check that I had suffered so much for.
The work I performed for that check tore my heart out.
The first of the month came and went, and I wasn’t able to come up with the money to pay my rent. I was extremely upset about it, but upset doesn’t pay the bills.
It took only a couple of days before the landlord caught on,
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