"Young Master," Yelena Hughes quickly added, "What a coincidence."
Jasper Yale examined her face. Clearly, she had drunk too much; her drunkenness was evident. "Who did you co with?"
"Colleagues."
Jasper thought of Dean Holloway’s chubby image; she was quite a player, coming to this kind of place with male colleagues.
There was a bunch of people standing behind Jasper, and all their eyes were on Yelena.
When Young Master Yale was around, he was always the center of attention. To others, she was just a distraction.
Yelena stepped aside, "I have sothing urgent..."
Jasper noticed her deliberate attempt to distance herself. This woman was too lazy to even feign enthusiasm now.
He walked away without a word.
Hailey Jenkins was the last one to pass by, and as she did, she casually said to Yelena, "Young Master is at The ridian."
Those three words etched themselves in Yelena’s mind.
Why did he specifically tell her this? She wasn’t going to seek him out.
Yelena struggled to find the restroom, washed her face, but got lost on her way back. Every private room seed identical.
The aftereffects of the whiskey were strong, and a server noticed her walking unsteadily.
"Miss, which private room are you from?"
Yelena blurted out, "The ridian."
That was what it was called, right? Anyway, that na was stuck in her head.
The server led her there, knocked lightly on the door, and then opened it.
Yelena glanced in and saw Jasper sitting in the most conspicuous spot, his coat off, and his black shirt partly unbuttoned.
Beside him was a scantily clad woman, almost sitting on his lap.
"Oh, a little vixen has arrived," soone jeered.
Hailey glanced at the woman, who reluctantly made space.
Yelena sobered quickly; the aning was clear. If she dared turn and leave now, Young Master Yale would surely have her killed here.
Jasper leaned back, his collarbone exposed, his eyes unashadly fixing on her.
His sheer, brazen allure made Yelena’s heart tremble.
"I actually..."
She wanted to slap herself, honestly, "I actually ca to the wrong room."
The last words were so soft she doubted Jasper could hear them.
Hailey greeted her like an old friend, "Miss Hughes, do I need to personally invite you?"
Yelena nervously walked in and sat next to Jasper. Almost imdiately, his hand reached over.
It was almost blatant and shaless; his fingers ventured under the hem of her dress.
Yelena quickly pressed down on his hand through her clothes, turning her head she found Jasper extrely close.
"Young Master!"
His gaze was sowhat harsh, "What is it?"
Yelena couldn’t very well tell him to remove his paw, "There are so many people here."
The two had shared several nights, and furthermore, Jasper disliked turning off the lights. Yelena understood all too well the implications in his eyes.
Her hand firmly covered his, refusing to budge.
The desire from the depths of Jasper’s eyes receded quickly, replaced by a clear and daunting look.
"Have a drink."
Yelena shook her head hastily. If she drank anymore, she might not make it out alive.
"Then let’s play a little ga."
Yelena didn’t dare refuse him again, "Alright."
The burning hand on her waist temporarily withdrew, and Jasper rolled up a sleeve, with a bottle lying across the coffee table.
The man flicked his long index finger at the bottle’s neck, causing it to spin twice on the table, the neck facing straight at Yelena.
One glance from Jasper, and he told her the ga’s rules, "The loser has to take off clothing."
"I didn’t bet with you."
Cold sweat began to form on Yelena’s back; she didn’t have many clothes on to spare.
Jasper picked up the bottle, squinting at her with a chilling gaze.
His thumb traced suggestively around the bottle’s neck, the movents provocatively teasing. Yelena pressed her legs closely together.
"Miss Hughes won’t abide by the rules?"
She removed her jacket to reveal a tightly fitting undershirt beneath, accentuating her figure.
Yelena watched as Jasper was about to place the bottle back, "Young Master, let spin; I want to play too."
She crouched down, fearing Jasper’s prowess, that every spin would land on her...
"Alright." Jasper gave her the opportunity.
Yelena mimicked Jasper’s style, using her finger to flick the bottle nervously, watching the bottle’s spin slow until it settled.
Yelena suddenly felt she had the courage of a bear.
"Young Master, I didn’t an it like that..."
Jasper’s face was unreadable, but soone beside them piped up, "Young Master, you could remove your watch."
"Right, right," Yelena quickly agreed, "anything on your body counts."
Just as she finished speaking, she watched Jasper begin unbuttoning, revealing his chest as he threw his shirt aside.
"What’s wrong? Afraid to continue?"
Yelena was caught between a rock and a hard place, praying heaven would help direct the bottle towards soone else!
In the next mont.
The bottle’s sweep across the table made an ambiguous grinding sound, and Jasper soon saw it pointing towards him again.
Alright, unless this woman sees him stripped bare tonight, she won’t stop.
Yelena wished she could disappear; Jasper’s hand reached for his belt, and with a snap, the belt ca off.
She backed down, "Young Master, my luck isn’t good tonight, let’s not play?"
"Fine, I’ve got the luck, I’ll spin," Jasper said, reaching for the bottle.
Yelena clung to the bottle, refusing to let go, determined, believing fate in her hands was surely more reliable.
She wondered if the gods favored her, as Jasper was caught once again.
The joking crowd fell silent, Jasper’s voice calm, "Do you all want to watch?"
Hailey gestured the crowd to exit, "I’ve arranged the next room, let’s move there."
Understanding the cue, they stread out quickly, and Yelena saw the private room door about to shut, scrambling to her feet to run out.
Her waistband was grabbed, causing her to fall back onto Jasper’s lap.
He wrapped an arm around her slim waist, asking, "So soon? You can’t stand it already?"
"Young Master, I just walked into the wrong room earlier. I was playing for the first ti, I didn’t know the bottle kept getting at ."
"You want to see stripped. It’s that simple, no need for excuses."
"I don’t dare!" Yelena truly didn’t have such thoughts.
"No courage for it, ans you want it badly?"
Yelena fell into the trap, "I ca with company colleagues, they’re surely looking for now."
Jasper held her chin, turning her face towards him, "I don’t like playing hard to get. It’s not the first ti, why so coy?"
With this ti, you could have done it already.
"The beauty next to you earlier was stunning, quite charming; compared to her, I’m just a weed." Yelena almost said, go find her instead.
Jasper’s eyes had a hint of a smile, "Yes, you’re good grass."
Yelena’s face turned pale, that word was spoken by Jasper in the fourth tone.
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