Chapter 1

   "You stupid bitch you will never be nothing or have anything in life." my mom spitted at me. She was drunk and it was 3 in the morning she busted in my room and poured her whiskey on me, I jumped out of my sleep coughing the liquid got into my mouth and in my nose which burned like hell. I looked at her as she stood next to my bed trying to balance herself, she looked awful. Her shoulder length blonde hair was messy and everywhere as usual. She had on red lipstick that was smeared on her small lips and a little on her chin, her fake eyelashes looked like would fall off any second now. She had on a tight seamless little black crop top that showed her nipples outline and paired it with black booty shorts, fishnets, and a leather jacket. My mom was 32 years old and she dressed like a 18 year old, she had me when she was 15 and she swears I ruined her life since the day I was born. I never knew my dad but I always wonder would my life have been what it was if I did.

          "Get the fuck out of my house Jasmine go be a whore and sell your self I don't care what you do but you can't stay here anymore I've had it." She yelled.

I felt my heart drop where would I go. "Mom please don't kick me out, I-I'm sorry w-where would I go.." I cried to her.

She came up to me with a look I never seen in her eyes before, was it sympathy? She sat on my bed and gave me a tight lipped smile. What was happening.... She raised her hand and I flinched at first waiting for her hit to land but it never did. I paused when I felt her put her hand on my long curly brown hair, she started patting my head. I looked at her and her eyes were warm and I relaxed myself to this side I never seen. But in the blink of an eye those warm green eyes turned back to the dark one's they were before and she smiled got up and yanked my hair with all her force dragging me off the bed, I screamed.

"Oh my poor baby, if that hurted imagine how much pain you will be in while I drag you out my house." She laughed.

"Mom please." I cried but I knew it wouldn't help me at all.

"Don't worry sweetie, I will make this as painful as possible." She cheered and with that she tightened her grip and pulled, hard.

End of flashback.

8 years later...

Jasmines POV:

"Ms. Jackson the dress you designed for Lady Gaga is going viral on every social media platform and sells have went up 20% as of this morning. Also you have a 9 o'clock with Alexandra Rossi for her dress to the gala tonight." My assistant, Kate, said to me in her normal joyful spirit.

"Oh Kate what would I do with out you." we both laughed. Kate handles my schedule and plans my meetings when I am busy which is always, always.

"Also this was in the papers today." she slipped on my desk the news article ad flashed me a big smile before walking out of my office. 

I grabbed the paper and on the front page it had 3 of my most famous dresses ad read 'Jasmine Jackson is already a fashion icon at the young age of 23 she has accomplished the goals of designers that have been in the fashion industry for more than 20 years, she reached her breaking point just 3 years ago at the age of 20. Well fans know she eats, sleeps, ad breathes her work but what about her personal life. She is young, beautiful, rich, and single, or does she has a eye out for anyone. We will keep close eye out on her and let you all know.

Bullshit. I am a romance don't get me wrong but the men that approach me that thinks I am all off those things find me over achieved. Some even have the audacity to ask me to slow down because they aren't at my level or status. So I have to stop? Bullshit which is why I don't date.

I sigh and run my hand through my long dark brown hair.

"I need to get ready for my nine o'clock." I say out loud but in a whisper to myself.

I get up and walk over to the full body mirror I had in the corner of my office. I had on a black poplin button down shirt that I had unbuttoned just the three buttons and even that made me feel insecure. I matched it dark high waist jeans and my vala black patent heels from Steven Madden. People would think just because I have money I buy crazy expensive things but I don't, I live a normal life.

"Ms. Jackson your 9 o'clock is here." Kate said through the phone.

"Send her in."

After a few moments a beautiful woman walked in, she was about my height and she had dark burgundy hair that was curled to perfect and fell on both sides of her face. She had brown eyes, and fair skin. She wore a fitted black long sleeve dress that stopped right above her knees and paired it with the same heels I had on, she gave me a big smile and gave me a big hug squeezing me to death.

"Oh my goodness I have been waiting to meet the Godmother of fashion." she squealed  as she let go.

I laughed.

"I don't know about that all that but it is a pleasure to meet you as well." I smiled.

"The pleasure is all mine, I could not go to the gala without wearing the best dress in my closet but that best dress is designed by you and I am so happy." 

"Lets get it on you then." I cheered.

While we got her dressed I explained she told me about her and her fiance Giovanni, and she showed me the beautiful ring and they had been together for years. We also made small talk about so many things we had in common. I really liked this girl.

"Ohh JJ it's beautiful." she joyfully whispered admiring the dress in the mirror.

"JJ?" I questioned her.

"Oh yes I really like you I nicknamed you I hope that's alright" she giggled.

"Same, I like it ." I giggled back.

Her face lit up and she looked at me. "I have a plus one and I don't really have friends so would you like to come with me?" I hadn't had any plans of my own besides going home and watching the originals on Netflix so why not.

"I would love to."