Third Person POV
Jasmine looked over her shoulders and noticed a tall, thin man with well-groomed facial features. He was wearing a rather strong perfume that made her choke at the harshness. “f**k,” Jasmine hissed, taking a sip from her drink “The quality of men here keeps getting worse every day,”.
Last night, when she had gone home with Gregory, he had tied her to his bed as he handled her roughly. As a result, she was emotionally and physically drained. So, she wanted to just treat herself for a bit and maybe have fun.
She had chosen this bar, thinking she would be able to sit for at least one hour before getting catcalls from men; she couldn’t believe that the first person that would approach her would be this kind of man.
The man was taken aback by the way she swore and if he did
