Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Epilogue
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Acknowledgments
About the Author
Chapter One
Jasmine Khan
"I can't wait to be inside you," the guy whose name I didn't remember whispered in my ear once we had walked up the small pathway leading to my cottage door.
It was one of those drunken nights which I had spent in pubs in the nearby Irish village of Baltimore, West Cork. Irish men were seriously hot. And that accent was a bonus. It had been two years since I had moved here and I was beyond ready to leave. A lot of times I had thought of going back to civilization, had been sorely tempted when I travelled for my book tours mostly in England and the rest of Europe but...I'd stayed for Jasper.
If left alone indefinitely, he would most probably drink himself into an early grave. All my efforts to convince him to return to a more metropolitan location fell on deaf ears. But he was all I had. The only person who gave a damn about the disaster that was Jasmine Khan. I couldn't just abandon him.
The nameless guy's hands crept under my dress to palm my ass while I was opening the door and I paused.
"Okay, first things first," I said to him firmly. "You don't touch me until I ask you to. You don't make a move without my permission. If I tell you to stop, you stop. Even if it's the last thing on earth you want to do. Is that clear?"
"Yes ma'am," he answered in a delighted tone. It satisfied me that he was playing along, not making demands on me and acting offended. I'd picked a good one for tonight. Some men...they hated being told what to do. I got tired of sleeping with those.
One such man was sitting right there in my living room when I entered, my hook-up for the evening following close behind me. I froze when Jasper looked up at me from where he was seated on the couch, holding a sandwich and a glass of water while watching a movie on his laptop.
We frowned at each other before I instructed the other guy to go wait for me in the bedroom. He obeyed like a good boy, making me smile a little as I folded my arms and gave Jasper Wells a pointed look.
"I told you I was bringing someone home," I said to him. "Why are you still here?"
He was looking at me all confused while he paused his chewing. "Um...it's my home, too. I pay half the rent in case you've forgotten."
I waved a hand in the air. "I thought we had an understanding. You're never here for my hook-ups and I'm never here for yours."
Jasper sat back a little. "I don't have hook-ups anymore. I have a boyfriend."
A snort escaped me at his valiant claim. "You've been dating him for two weeks."
"So?" He sounded irritated and I held up my hands.
"So you know best about the status of your relationship. But please, for the love of God, I need you to not be here for at least...two hours."
He made a face at me, reluctantly getting up from his comfortable position with his food and laptop. "Seriously. You need the entire cottage to fuck this guy?" he asked me bluntly.
"Er...yeah," I responded in a tone that stated it should be more than obvious. "I'm doing you a favour. I don't think you'd want to be here when I make him cry."
He looked at me for a while and then smirked. "I've been a bad influence on you," Jasper murmured in amusement before heading out the door into the night.
I highly doubted that. My badness was all on me. Jasper was one of the good ones. Our attraction had fizzled out two years ago. A few months after moving in, I'd grown irritated at him constantly dominating me in the bedroom and demanded to be on top during sex but he hadn't been able to get an erection. I discovered that he had that problem sometimes for no apparent reason and it bugged him so much to the point of speechless embarrassment but one day, I had dragged him to a clinic and the doctor had concluded that his problem was most probably due to high cholesterol levels in his blood. It was another risk factor for stroke so now Jasper Wells had to be on medication and a proper diet and exercise routine. The hardest part was keeping from away from alcohol.
There were some nights he couldn't go to bed without getting drunk out of his mind and those were the scary nights. He was trying otherwise. He worked his ass off, had established himself as a world-famous photographer, even won a couple of international awards and travelled extensively. About five months since we'd moved to Ireland, he'd started to bring home dates. I always disappeared off to a pub or the beach to give him privacy in case my presence there contributed towards making him self-conscious or something and he started to have performance issues. For two years, it had just been the local girls once or twice a month and occasional hook-ups when he went abroad for work.
But a fortnight ago, he'd brought home a guy. Logan Hermann. Also a photographer, one
