Chapter 7

• Evan’s POV
• After work, I went to a local pub to meet up with Zack. I desperately needed a drink to digest the unforeseen feelings and situations popping up in my life and in my mind. Jessica Hills’ return and an unexplained lustful feeling for my personal assistant.
• “Well you look like hell,” Zack greeted as I walked over to him.
• “You have no idea man.” I snatched the extra beer he held in his hand.
• “What’s going on?”
• “Remember Jessica from high school?”
• “Yeah, umm, her sister is Regina, right?”
• “Right.”
• “Well what about her? Isn’t she in Canada?”
• “No. She’s back and wants us to reconnect.”
• “Dude! No.”
• “And that’s not the half of it,” I went on.
• “What else?”
• I knew Zack and the way he can become when told new information about my personal life and affairs so I let it go.
• I heavily exhaled a breath and raked my hand through my hair. A beer wasn’t cutting it so I ordered a very strong drink and downed the first glass before pouring myself another one.
• As Zack and I began another manly conversation, my eyes travelled around the bar, taking in the sights and atmosphere and that was when my eyes glimpsed on a very familiar face across from us.
• I wondered what she was doing here. She was speaking with another young lady who strongly resembled her.
• I brushed aside her presence. I wanted that thing I felt for her to be faded and over with. I continued drinking and I watched as the younger lady stormed out the bar and left Jasmine standing there alone. She then flopped down on a stool and ordered a beer.
• There’s a saying that goes like if a working woman drinks a beer, that indicates she’s having hell of a day... Or something like that.
• She had another, then another, then another, and another one after the other before.
• I couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing. She wasn’t the drinking type, I was absolutely certain on that. I had a few drinks too but I couldn’t keep up to her.
• “What are you looking at?” Zack asked me.
• “One of my employees. I’ll be right back,” I responded to him and hobbled my way over to Jasmine.
• “What are you doing here?” I asked as I got up to her. She was crying and it hurt me as I saw the tears ran from her eyes.
• She wiped them away quickly and looked at me.
• “Mr... Hollen?” she said as if she didn’t believe I was standing in front of her.
• “Miss. Blackman, you’re at your eighth beer already. What’s going on with you?”
• “I......” she began, “I’m....”
• “It’s okay, take your time. I’m listening,” I said and sat down next to her when she began crying again. The tears were just coming and coming.
• Before I even knew it, she had opened up to me and told me a lot about herself and her life and I did the same. I was under the influence but I didn’t care. I was enjoying her company as she was enjoying mine. We were going on and on about our childhood, high school times, my lifestyles and Hollen Tower.
• Zack had already left when he saw he was longer needed.
• At the end of it all, I called my personal driver to take us home.
• The next day, I woke up in my bed as usual. I had a screaming headache and my throat was patched. I rolled out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water. I took two Advil for the awful headache then got back into my bedroom and climbed back into bed.
• Something brushed against my leg.
• I threw off the covers and saw a face.
• Her face.
• What the fu**!
• “Jasmine!” I shouted, getting out of bed and wrapping myself with the bed sheets. Her eyes opened slowly and she looked up at me.
• “Boss?!!” she asked surprisingly and flung up as well, wrapping her half naked body with a bed sheet too.
• “Oh my God! What happened here?” she asked me.
• She was asking me like if I had the answers to that.
• “I don’t know! I can’t remember shit! What happened last night, what did we do?”
• “I cannot remember as well!”
• “Oh God!” I snarled.
• “Oh my God!” she screamed.
• We scurried in all the directions of the room like wild ants. She gathered her clothes off the floor.
• “Where is your bathroom?” she asked, holding her forehead.
• “Straight ahead, first door on the right.”
• “Okay,” she said, “Would you mind if I take a shower?”
• “Go right ahead.”
• She left and I flopped back down on the bed. I looked at the wall clock, it showed 9:00 in the am.
• After half an hour, she came back out and stood there, looking at me.
• “I’m sorry. I can’t remember what happened,” she said.
• “Let’s just forget this ever happened.” I shook it off. I picked myself up from the bed and went to my bathroom.
• I needed a long and steaming shower.
• When I was finished, she was still there.
• “Umm, are you not leaving?” I asked her.
• “Yeah.”
• She got up and walked for the door. She turned on the knob and walked out. I heard her heels ascending on the stairs and it took everything in me not to go after her and brought her back in my bed and do something to her I would definitely remember.
• I just couldn’t remember what happened last night and I had so many questions.
• How did we get here, in my bedroom?
• Why were we naked?
• Did we have sex?
• Ughhh!