Chapter 68 The Awakening

• Jasmine's p.o.v
• "Yes. Yes. Yes. Right there, Mateo. Hmm," I moaned in pleasure by the kitchen sink with my night gown torn apart. "Harder, Papi. Harder."
• It's early morning and I have decided to make some scrambled eggs, sausages and plantains for breakfast before Mateo insisted he wouldn't have his breakfast without having me first. It has been this way since that night at the Cassino and it's funny how wild I have gotten with intimacy with him overtime. Well, it's not like he wasn't the one who taught me all of that after all.