Chapter 10: Help me
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“Yoo Ethan, one of your old flames is here.” Donald nudged him playfully as Tasha walked over, her heels clicking with deliberate seduction.
“Damn… she looks hot as always.” Josh let out a low whistle as Tasha made her way over.
Tasha flashed Ethan a sultry smile and brushed her hair back as she stopped in front of him. “It’s been a while Ethan,” she purred, leaning forward so he wouldn’t miss her cleavage or perfume, her manicured hand brushing over his shoulder.
Ethan barely glanced at her. His eyes were still locked on Jasmine downstairs. She was still laughing happily with Daniel, behaving intimately with him as if he was her husband.
He picked up his drink and gulped it down trying to calm himself. Tasha frowned slightly, seeing Ethan not acknowledging her presence. Her gaze followed his line of sight. All she saw were people enjoying themselves.
Her gaze moved towards his friends who were pretending to be busy with their phones which wasn’t the case when she saw them from afar earlier.
“Ethan,” Tasha tried again. “Why are you ignoring me?” She moved over and sat in between Ethan and Donald. She took the bottle of vodka on the table and filled Ethan’s empty cup.
For the first time since her arrival, Ethan moved his gaze to Tasha, who had a seductive smile plastered on her face.
“Haven’t I told you I never went out with the same woman twice?” Ethan’s voice was cold, his gaze locking onto her, sharp and piercing.
Donald’s ears perked up, his eyes on his phone, but his attention was on their conversation.
“Let’s forget that Ethan. That rule doesn’t apply to me.” Tasha placed her hand on Ethan’s chest, her long fake nails trailing into his open shirt.
Ethan’s jaw tightened at Tasha’s touch but he didn’t move. His eyes flicked to her fingers on his chest, then her face, his expression bored, unimpressed.
“Tasha,” Ethan said, his voice flat, “take your hand off me and leave.”
Tasha chuckled, her fingers trailing downward. “Come on Ethan,” she whispered, her lips brushing dangerously close to his ears as she leaned more closer, “you don’t have to pretend you don’t want me.”
Williams raised a brow, exchanging a knowing look with Josh and Donald, listening and watching the drama silently.
Ethan didn’t flinch, nor blink. He didn’t want her, not even a little bit. The person he wanted was just a few distance away from him, flirting openly with another man.
He grabbed her hand with the intention of throwing her out, but he stopped as he thought about his wife’s bold gesture. If she can flirt openly with other men, why can’t I do the same?
Tasha’s lips spread into a triumphant smile as Ethan freed her hand, no more pushing her away. She moved closer, her upper body pressed against his, her actions became bold.
“There you go, Ethan.” She whispered triumphantly, sliding her hand down his torso, and resting it on his thigh. “I know you can’t resist me.”
Ethan felt disgusted but he kept a straight face, allowing her to do whatever she wanted. All that was on his mind was for Jasmine to raise her head up and see him with another woman. He wanted to see how jealous she would feel. He can’t wait to see her facial expression.
Ethan was so focused on Jasmine that he didn’t notice Tasha who quietly reached into her clutch, her other hand still teasing him. Josh and the others were busy talking among themselves. None of them paid her any attention.
She pulled out a small packet, her gaze flickering to Ethan’s glass, still untouched.
Perfect.
With practiced ease, she poured the content of the packet into Ethan’s glass, making sure no one saw her. The content mixed with the vodka in seconds, leaving no trace. Her heart raced, not with fear, but from excitement of getting the job done.
“Ethan, why are you ignoring me? Should I get on my knees?” Tasha hooked one of legs with Ethan’s, her short dress rolling above her thigh, her underwear on display.
Ethan’s body heats up at her word, but not because of her. Instead, Jasmine’s image slammed into his head, on her knees for him, eyes locked with his, hands on his c**k, her soft breath teasing him.
The fantasy was so vivid he felt a sharp pull in his stomach, a heat spreading downward, tightening everything inside him. His finger curled into fists as he swallowed hard.
Thinking that her words were getting to him, Tasha curled her lips. She picked up the glass she just added the content on and passed it to him.
“Here. Drink. It seems like you are hot.”
Ethan took the cup from her. His throat was dry, burning. He lifted the cup and gulped the entire drink down in one go, hoping the cold liquid would calm the sudden fire rising within him.
Ethan’s gaze snapped toward Jasmine just in time to see her standing up with Daniel.
Daniel placed his hand on the small of her back as they walked out of the club.
Ethan’s pulse quickened — heat, rage, possessiveness. He didn’t remember why he was in the club in the first place. He pushed Tasha away from his body and stood up.
“Ahh,” Tasha let out a small sound, not expecting his action.
Before she could say anything, Ethan stood up so fast the chair screeched. His friends looked up, startled.
“Bro…” Josh whispered but Ethan was already gone.
Josh gazed over where Jasmine was seated earlier. Seeing that she was gone, Josh shook his head in understanding, not minding Ethan anymore.
Tasha didn’t bother chasing after him. She leaned back, leg crossed over the other, a victorious smile curling on her lips. She brought out her phone and typed swiftly.
It’s done.
Outside, Ethan walked towards the parking lot in time to catch up with Jasmine, who was about to board Daniel’s car.
With a furrowed brow, he took a long stride towards her. “Jasmine!” Ethan’s voice was sharp, cutting through the air.
Jasmine turned slightly, surprised to see him. “What is he doing here? Don’t tell me he is following me?” She muttered, annoyed.
“Get in the car. I will take you home.” He said, jaw clenched, voice thick with tension.
Daniel moved forward, blocking Ethan from taking Jasmine. “Excuse me?”
Jasmine didn’t interfere. She watched as the two of them gazed at each other with fury brewing in their eyes.
“Who the hell do you think you are to interfere when I’m talking to my wife?” Ethan walked forward and pushed Daniel out of his sight, his temple throbbing.
“You are her husband and I’m her friend. You can’t just order her around. She would choose who she wanted to leave with.”
Seeing that both men would fight if she didn’t interfere, Jasmine stood between them, her eyes on Daniel.
“It’s fine, Dan. I will go with him.”
“Are you sure?” Daniel asked, not comfortable with Jasmine following Ethan in his angry state.
“Trust me, I will be fine.” Jasmine flashed him a sweet smile before moving her gaze back to Ethan whose face was twisted in anger.
“Let’s go.” Jasmine said coldly before leaving, not sparing Ethan another glance.
After glaring at Daniel with warning one last time, Ethan turned around and chased after Jasmine.
Ethan drove out of the parking lot, almost colliding with a woman who was rushing over to stop his car.
His tire screeched to a halt in time. Jasmine's heart almost left her chest. “Are you crazy? Can’t you drive properly?” Before Ethan could reply, the woman knocked at his car window. He winds down to see the woman clearly.
“Ethan, I know you would be here.” She flashed him a toothy grin, batting her lashes, making Jasmine frown in disgust.
“Get out of the way. I don’t have time for your nonsense. Tell my father to stop bothering me.” He drove out after saying that, not bothered to look at the woman twice.
“Ahhhh…” the woman screamed in anger, fists clenched as she gritted her teeth.
“What happened? Where is Ethan?” Tasha rushed over.
“He left already. All we did earlier was in vain.” The woman bit out with a clenched jaw.
***
Jasmine walked into the penthouse, Ethan trailing behind her.
“What is the meaning of what you just did there? How dare you embarrass me in front of my friend?” She spun around to face him fully, but her words froze in her throat.
Ethan wasn’t himself. He was sweating, veins pulsed hard at his neck, his fingers working on his shirt buttons. His chest was rising and falling too quickly as if he was trying to fight something within himself.
“Ethan…” Jasmine brows knitted together as she walked towards him slowly. “Are you okay?”
He didn’t answer. He just stared at her like she was the sweetest thing in the world.
“Ethan…,” she stretched out her hand towards his forehead. “Talk to me, you don’t look…”
Before she could finish her words, he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him before pressing her back against the wall, caging her between his body and the cold concrete.
Jasmine gasps as her back hits the cold wall. On raising her head to reprimand him, she saw the hunger in his eyes, shutting her up immediately, as she swallowed hard.
He cupped her cheeks, his palm warm. Before she could push him away, his lips crashed against hers, not gently, but with hunger and possession.
“Help me…” he whispered against her lips before sucking hard on them, his fingers rubbing her cheeks.
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