CHAPTER 10

'I was the one who actually needed you. I'm a bit jet lag, can you get me some coffee? Little sugar, lots of cream," she insisted. ′I'm Mr. Hollen's assistant and not yours!′ I wanted to scream at her but I threw on one of my best fake smiles ever and nodded yes. I fetched her coffee. The little devil at the back of my mind telling me to spit in it but I brought it back to his office in once peace and placed it on his desk for her. 'Oh, ummm, what's your name again? Was it Black woman...or?" she began. 'My name is Jasmine Blackman. Not black woman," I corrected her sharply. She knew my name. I was wearing my name tag after all but she must have had a racist side to her. 'Right, ‘Blackman'. I don't want the coffee anymore. Can you just get a glass of water instead?" I growled lowly to myself and looked at Mr. Hollen. He had his focus on his computer and he was busy typing on the keyboard. 'There's a water fountain right there," I said to her and pointed in its direction which was less than ten footsteps away from her. 'Well get me a glass then," she retorted. I took a plastic glass and filled it. On bringing it back to her, I deliberately spilled its content onto her clothes. She flung up from Mr. Hollen's lap with a loud squeal and began dusting her clothes off like if that were going to help her. I laughed silently to myself. 'Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry," I lied. 'You clumsy... You unprofessional... You... You!!!" she screamed at me, lost in names to call me. Mr. Hollen looked at her then at me. He shook his head and stood up, going at her side. 'It's okay, it was an accident," he said to the woman. 'No it wasn't. She did this intentionally!" she shouted, specifically at me for getting her outfit wet. 'It's water, it would dry off," Mr. Hollen said, trying to compose her on my behalf. 'I'm leaving. Call me later?" she asked him, wrapping her long arms around his neck, drawing him in. 'Yep," he responded before their lips locked together. I rolled my eyes at them. She walked passed me, brushed my shoulder and left the room. 'White roses?" I asked him, hoping she wasn't the one. 'No," he answered and walked out the door after her. I stood there, feeling my heart being shattered into a million pieces. It was officially possible to get heartbroken without being in a relationship. 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?"