Chapter 7

• “Josh!” Jasmine called him like a child, running towards him she gave him a wonderful peck on the cheeks.
• “I had almost forgotten I was seeing you today’’
• “Oh really, and I would have called the cops on your ass”
• “Damn, I really should be grateful then isn’t it?“
• “Yes babe”
• Indeed Josh was every lady’s man. He had that look that could make a girl shiver with admiration. He was tall, muscular, and had perfect skin, courtesy of constant sunbathing. He was the sort of man who took great delight in the extra ostentatious grooming.
• He waved a flimsy Hi at Juanita, but she did not even take note of him. He met Cory on the way upstairs and instantly, he decided he did not like him.
• “Jas, what’s that bozo doing here?” he asked.
• “That’s just my driver, no one serious,” she said, struggling to hide her displeasure at his haughtiness towards Cory, even in his absence. She could sense jealousy, pure cold jealousy, and anger.
• “Since when do Drivers look their bosses in the face?” he asked but Jasmine had no answer to his silly question.
• They ate the food in silence and had their wine. Their dates were always boring and uneventful, despite that she had always envisaged a pleasant get-together. Jasmine was regretting why she had asked him to come.
• Soon, Josh’s breathing became ragged, like an enraged bull; he drew closer to her and locked her in a tight embrace. She placed a hand on his head, shuffling her hands between his hairs. Presently he un-cupped her massive breasts, one after the other, and squeezed hard. She felt a mixture of pain and pleasure; she fondled him gently on the crotch and settled for a kiss. Instead, Josh lifted and placed her on a table and made to have her right there. She looked at him and saw pure desire in his eyes. He belonged to the category of boys who did not have the time for the elongating theatrics of lovemaking. He was breathing heavily now, his breath coming in halves.
• Jasmine unbuttoned his dress slowly and teased his nipples, she watched him squirm in delight, and a spasm-like feeling overtook him. She was on top of her game, she knew exactly how the human body works, and she used the knowledge to her advantage. Cooing softly, she rubbed her lips on his chest slowly and he moaned, she enjoyed it, it made him feel helpless and vulnerable.
• “Kill Me,” he said, “kill me, and let me die in your hands, Jasmine”
• Jasmine laughed, and Josh, unable to take it any longer grabbed her and soon they were moving rhythmically. Moans and sighs surged forth. Jasmine stopped, she pushed him onto the sofa and straddled him, and now very slowly, she jerked her waist on and forth, he moaned again and she stopped, she repeated the same movement and continued till he burst forth with his seed, groaning like a man in pains.
• “That was hot babe” Josh noted, he was still breathing heavily and shivering.
• Jasmine chuckled lightly, she was not sure if she was sated. She felt a mixture of anger and many uncertainties envelop her. She rolled on the sofa and heaved.
• “Excuse me, sir, you can’t see Ms. Jasmine now,” Cory said unapologetically, he found Mr. Burns a very bothersome fellow. He was a tough nut to crack and he was always moving with an air of superiority in his oversized business suit.
• “Young man, out of my way. I am dead serious, if you do not step out immediately, there will be consequences. I’m not joking Cory”
• Cory was unbothered; he could recognize an empty threat from the tone of its delivery. Jasmine came out soon enough and Cory explained what the noise was about.
• “You aced your performance today, with your bodyguard thing,” she told him when they got home.
• “Thanks, Ma’am, I was just doing my job”
• “We are alone, stop the Ma’am thing already. It makes me feel like some old granny, are we like in the 17th century? ” Jasmine said, rolling her eyes like a teen.
• “So tell me, would you pull out a gun if anybody comes too close to me?” she asked him, a sweet smile spreading across her face.
• “My job is to ensure your safety. If I ever resort to pulling out my gun or applying the use of force, I am behind the game”
• “How?”
• “I was trained to secure you, recognize a threat, and neutralize it even before it pops its ugly head”
• “Oh that’s boring, so nobody gets to die for trying to harm me?” Jasmine asked.
• “If to kill is the desire, that could be arranged,” Cory said and they burst into laughter.
• “Are you fucking kidding me?”
• “That’s the truth,” Cory said.
• “Thanks for today Cory, I felt secure,” Jasmine said holding his arms tenderly.
• Guarding Jasmine was a huge job, Cory realized. The media seemed to be after her, and the paparazzi were always mobbing her. Often, he had had to cordon off a certain perimeter to secure her. The bulk of the work came after Forbes listed her on its “Five People to Watch Out For” list; she was to many, a role model. Teenagers adored her, and Women worshipped her. He suggested to her to move in a convoy of bulletproof cars and she sanctioned it.