CHAPTER 12

I left after he asked if I wasn't going home. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I went to the main door and walked out on his long pavement. I didn't even held the courage to look around his mansion or the yard. I was too blinded by the tears which kept on coming. The security guards at the gate let me out without a greeting or a word. I walked until I got to the main street and took a bus heading up Brooklyn to my apartment. When I got home, I felt a little better to be back to a familiar place where no one could dismissed me or be shocked that I was here. My sister was sleeping on the couch. I went into the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea and some toast. I sat down at the kitchen table as I tried to remember what happened last night. I remembered my sister calling me to come get her. I remembered when she lashed out at me in the bar. I remembered not going after her, instead, I drank her beers. I remembered Mr. Hollen talking to me and me talking back to him. That was all I remembered. I don't remembered how I got to his house and how I got into his bed. Naked!! Oh my God! Did we have sex? My head was clouding with thoughts but I found myself smiling at the remembrance of him, wrapped with his silk gold bed sheets which matched his perfectly tanned complexion, his grey eyes popping at me (in a bad way) when he saw me in his bed and his messy hair falling just over his eyes from the sleep. He looked as perfect and his body looked so lean and fit. I just wanted to lick his abs and lay down on his rock hard chest. Oh, how I envy the women who already got the opportunities of doing such. 'You didn't come home last night. Where did you sleep?" a voice startled me. My sister had woken up. 'I slept at a friend's house." 'You don't have any friends." 'Yes I do." 'Hmm! My head is killing me!" she said with a shout as she covered her forehead with her palms. I went into the medicine cabinet and found some headache relievers. I gave it to her. She drank a dose then I gave her a club soda sparkling water to help with the upset stomach pain I knew she was having. 'Thanks," she said and went back to the couch and put on the television. I looked at my phone and saw a missed call from Mr. Hollen. My heart skipped a beat. ′Should I return his call?′ I asked myself. I was curious to know why he called and what he wanted to say to me, also there was something I needed off my chest. I called him back. He answered on the third ring. 'I'm just returning your call," I started. 'Oh yeah, are you alright?" his voice asked with concern. 'Yes I am. How are you?" My heart beating so quickly, wondering if he'll show me the compassion I was looking for or shut me down because he was already taken. 'Hmm. I'm fine. Listen..." he began to say something which I knew was coming but I had to let him know how I felt about last night. 'Mr. Hollen, before you say anything else, I want you to know that what happened between us last night..." I began but he cut me off back. 'What happened last night was a mistake. We both had too much to drink and one thing led to another. It was an act of alcohol and nothing more. I don't have any feelings for you whatsoever. You're my employee and that's all you'll ever be." 'I just wanted you to know that," he added again and then he hung up. My heart fell to my toes again. Jasmine's POV Monday came like a blur. It took everything from me to get over what happened between my boss and I on Friday evening. I wished he would of of at least listened to what I had to say. what did I expect? He was Evan Hollen. One of most powerful and successful twenty five year old males in all of America. People paid homage to this man, loved by many, hated by few but respected by everyone. I on the other hand, I was a mediocre black woman who can only afford an apartment and can't save her mother's life now that she was depending on it. I heaved a frustrated sigh as I walked up to the elevator at my work place. I gathered myself together and erased my emotions and feelings. I had to act professional and forget about what happened with Mr. Hollen. I walked out the elevator and slowly headed to my desk. Once there, I started my desktop computer and began checking for emails so I could respond to them. The doors to his office pushed open and he walked out. 'Good morning," he spoke. 'Good morning," I answered, not taking my eyes off the computer. I was too ashamed to even look at him and I knew if I did, those feelings would come bursting through me like a volcanic eruption. My heart raced as I knew he was standing there, looking at my every move and body language. I continued to type, avoiding his gaze and the butterflies in my stomach. 'Can I see you in my office?" he asked with total firmness in his tone of voice.