Yasmine paced around her tiny studio apartment thinking deep and stopping to question her decisions.
She glanced at her account balance which was red the previous day. 14 million, the brothel hostess had taken her share if 1 million.
It was already 5pm and she didn't know why she still felt that wave of nausea, she decided to take a little nap to clear her head. She was still restless in her sleep but in the end she slowly drifted off.
By the time she woke up it was already 9pm, she stood up frantically and ran into the bathroom to take her bath.
"You are so stupid, crazy, Yasmine, you?!!! What if he demands his 15 million back if I delay, I'll just pass out." She soliloquized in frustration.
She hurried up to get ready and waited patiently in the mirror for the cab to arrive. The car horn from outside the house led her out of her reverie.
She locked the door of her apartment and got into the cab, the taxi driver kept staring at her but she was already used to the unwanted attentions.
The Platinum hotel and suites wasn't just any hotel, it was the most elite hotel, from the sparkly water fountain to their topnotch Royal treatment, to the high class suites and liquor.
She walked straight to the receptionist exhibiting a sort of aura that was mysterious, a striking beauty.
"Good day madam." Yasmine smiled and handed her the card.
"Oh my goodness, this way." Another lady came out of nowhere and led her into the elevator, when the elevator stopped, she stepped out.
"Miss, this way to the presidential suite." Of course it was the presidential suite, that guy just freaking tossed 15 million at her.
She walked slowly counting the steps, she saw the suite 3 and gulped.
She slowly tapped on the door and the door opened.
"Welcome miss Torres." She saw the man from earlier again and smiled.
"Thank you."
"Sir, Miss Torres is here."
"You can leave now Thomas." Her mouth dried at the sound of his cold voice.
"Okay sir." Thomas gave her a slight nod and closed the door.
"What's your name?" The room was still dark and she couldn't see his face.
"My....my...my name is Yasmine."
"Yasmine? Mine?" She didn't know what to do yet.
"Come." She could see the figure seating in the couch and she walked slowly and stood in front of him still unable to make up the features of his face.
He pulled her to his lap at the same time the light came on and she saw his face. How? Why?
He was.....how would she define this sort of perfection. He was Just stunning.