Jasmine begged for air when she was finally given the chance to breathe again but jumped a little when Andrew pulled her head towards him as he captured her lips, again. Andrew licked her lips and surprisingly, she opened up for him and he gladly slipped his tongue back to ho, sucking her tongue that still tasted of the alcoholic drink which got her to moan a little.
Jasmine tried her best to match his speed but it seed he wanted to make her go dumb before the end of the night. He seed to be lost in his passion as her body had already grown weak.
Andrew opened his eyes to stare at her closed ones as he continued to give her the best experience of a make-out session. He pulled her by the waist to sit on his rock-hard mber that poked her imdiately after finding what it was looking for.
After he was satisfied, he released her again and she quickly heaved for air.
"Was that your first kiss?" He asked her and she blushed before nodding in response.
Her face was flushed red and her lips were swollen due to the nurturing he had done to it.
"Well then, how was your first kiss?" He asked her. While still blushing, she attempted to get up from his lap but he pulled her back. "Don’t go yet, first tell how it was", he urged her.
Out of sha and embarrassnt, she slowly nodded her head without saying anything else.
"What?" He asked.
"It was sweet", she quickly replied so that he could finally stop asking her. Andrew’s mber who was still awake poked her again, making her gasp a little. "Was that your?" Unable to complete the sentence, she left it hanging.
Thankfully, Andrew didn’t urge her to say the word and he simply nodded.
Jasmine blushed even more when she felt the mber poke again. "I’m sorry about that", she apologized and he gave her a questioning look.
"Why?"
"W-well, I heard it’s oddly uncomfortable when it’s awake", She stuttered with embarrassnt.
"You are not far off", he said to her. Jasmine got up to give him a chance to go relieve himself and he left.
Now sitting alone, she ran her eyes around the group of people who were making out.
"Sheesh, have so sha people", she uttered with a disgusted face, totally forgetting that she had just done the sa thing.
Taking her seat, the aftermath of the makeout suddenly dawned on her. She touched her lips which were still swollen. "We just kissed," she mumbled under her breath.
Her heart skipped a beat when she realized that she had just kissed a guy whom she t just a few days ago.
While shaking her head, she grabbed her purse and bolted from there. Since she wasn’t with her car, she hailed a cap and went ho.
Back at the club, after Andrew was done j**king himself off, and entered the club room, only to find an empty chair with no jasmine around. Panicking, he suddenly received a text ssage. Pulling his phone out from his pocket, he opened it and read out, ’Already went ho, thanks for the fun’.
Andrew frowned as he stared at the text which didn’t give a reason as to why she had left earlier than expected. His fingers hovered on the keyboard, ready to ask for a reason but he stopped midway.
"I will just text her tomorrow, she might not even read my text properly", he said to himself.
At the Davis mansion, Jasmine staggered as he tried to find her footing. As soon as she entered the mansion, Mr Davis quickly called for her attention which led her to groan in annoyance. "Can’t he just let rest?" She muttered to herself before walking to his study room.
In the study room, Mr. Davis glared at the pictures in front of him as if it were an enemy that needed to be destroyed. Jasmine knocked when she reached the study room before she entered.
As soon as her foot stepped into the study room, Mr Davis imdiately threw his walking stick at her angrily.
"Oh my..." Jasmine yelped but was able to dodge it successfully. "Dad, what’s wrong?" She asked him.
The old man abruptly stood up from his chair and yelled,
"What is wrong? You are seriously asking what’s wrong? Look at this", he threw the pictures at her and Jasmine instantly covered her mouth with a gasp. "Who is this man?" She pointed at Andrew who was walking out of the restaurant. "And why did you get into his car?" He added.
"You have been following ?" She questioned her father.
"Of course I would follow you especially when you are acting weird!" He yelled at her again.
"Now tell , who is this man and where did you go with him?" He relayed his question.
Sighing, Jasmine reached for the pictures that had been scattered on the floor before she replied to her father,
"I’m a grown woman, dad, I don’t think I need to report to you everything I do. He’s just a friend, in case you are wondering and I can assure you this, nothing happened between the both of us".
Her tone of response was firm with no loopholes. It was a skill that her father had taught her, how to lie without getting caught.
Due to the heavy amount of alcohol that she had taken, Mr Davis was able to sniff it out.
"Are you drunk?" he questioned her with a raised eyebrow. Jasmine stayed silent, not wanting to reply to his question which infuriated her father. "Answer ! Are you drunk?!" he demanded.
"No, I am not. I only had a sip", she lied.
"I’m telling you, Jasmine, you had better not spoil your chance of getting married into the Anderson family because I won’t forgive you if such a thing ever happens," her father warned her, if only he knew that she had just made out with a man who was half a stranger and half her friend.
"Yes Dad, I haven’t forgotten my goal. It will be achieved", she gave him a smile of assurance and Mr Davis bought it. "So what is our plan?" She asked him.
Mr. Davis was easily fooled by his daughter and he believed all her words without much struggle.
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