"He is my ex"

The bartender, who goes by the name Frankie, hovers around Jasmine watching her as she has passed out after drinking to stupor.

About thirty minutes later, Jordan strolled into the bar and searched around with his eyes.

It's a high end bar that needs a membership card to get, fortunately he has a membership card he never used and had remembered to bring with him.

He asked one of the servers carrying a tray around for Jasmine.

He wasn't sure if he was at the right place or if she really meant to call him but he still asked around.

He was pointed in a direction and he stopped just a few steps away from her.

Is she really the one?

"Good evening Mr Lewis, I never thought I would see you here tonight" Frankie approached Jordan and blocked his view from her.

Frankie had intercepted them because he knew all the rumors and gossip going around about them.

It will be bad if he sees her like this, he thought.

"Good evening Frankie, I'm here for Miss Whyte" Jordan informed him and Frankie's eyes widened in horror as he realized why he was there.

"She called you right?"

And Jordan nodded slowly, unsure of the reason for his question.

"It was supposed to be a driver," Frankie mumbled under his breath.

"Can you move please? Jordan asked impatiently.

"Ah, yes.

She came here a few hours ago and had a little too much to drink" Frankie supplied nervously even though he had not asked him any questions.

Jordan ignored him and looked down at Jasmine with a frown.

Why is she drinking out here?

"Jasmine" Jordan gently taps her on the shoulder and surprisingly she sits up with a pair of eyes barely opened.

"These are my car keys, I parked somewhere outside" she mumbled and gave him the keys.

Frankie quickly excused himself, it's better not to be present.

Jordan's brow dipped as he watched

her struggle to get out of the chair.

"Oh sorry" Jasmine mumbled to him as she bumped into him.

Jordan held her shoulders to steady her before she fell face first on the ground.

"Get your fucking hands off me!" She spat, barely audible and shoved him away from her before making her way out of the bar.

He followed closely behind her, he had also picked her purse off the ground where it had fallen when she stood up.

"Goodnight Mr Lewis" Frankie called after them and he did not bother to respond to him.

He is pissed she had drank this much and even more pissed at the person that supplied her with that much liquor.

Jasmine walked around in circles for about five minutes before she noticed she could not find her car.

Unknown to her, Jordan was standing and watching her by the car not far away.

He had let her roam about for a few minutes hoping it would do a thing or two in sobering her up and it did help a little bit.

"Oh, that's my car" Jasmine exclaimed happily as she finally located it.

"Please driver take me home" she said to Jordan without looking up and got into the car.

Jordan's mood changed slightly as he finds it amusing that she really has no idea he was not a driver.

Or that she had apparently dialled the wrong number.

Wordlessly he got behind the wheels and drove to her penthouse, he would pretend to be a driver if she really thought he was one.

They got to her penthouse and she was not getting up no matter how long he tried to wake her.

Bending to scoop her out of the car, he kicked the door shut and locked the car afterwards.

Jasmine did not stir until they got to her apartment.

It's locked and needs a password and she is not sane enough to supply the password.

Jordan was tempted to leave her on her doorstep and leave, maybe she would learn a lesson or two and would watch her alcohol intake next time.

But he changed his mind and took her to his house.

They got there about an hour later and she was still out cold.

~

Jasmine woke up the following day with a crazy headache, her brain drawing blanks as she tried to remember the previous night event.

A frown drew her brows together as she noticed the strange room she was in.

Where am I?

Jasmine sat up in a hurry and the door also opened simultaneously.

Jordan walked inside with his hands in his pocket and his wild like he just got out of bed.

His shirt was unbuttoned and he looked relaxed, while she looked and felt terrible.

"I'm sure your head is about to split open.

Come out for breakfast" Jordan said nonchalantly and walked out.

Jasmine hissed in pain as a headache plagued her before she could snap back at him.

How the hell had she got here?

The strange shirt she was wearing also made her frown.

How did she get this on?

"I don't cook much but I believe this is edible" Jordan said as he passed her a plate of food.

Jasmine look down at it before turning her sharp gaze towards him.

"Just eat and leave. I don't intend to put my nose where it's not needed" Jordan said as he noticed her curious gaze and he went out of the dining room.

He had stayed up most of the night.

Immediately they got home last night, Jasmine had stripped herself right in his living.

It was a shocking moment for him and it took him all of his self control not to take her at that moment.

He had forcefully put one of his shirts on her and she almost stripped that off also.

What gave him a sleepless night was one of her tattoos.

He wasn't really surprised to find her back covered in tattoos but the star was his problem.

He had seen it on one of those men, and now he is more curious to know her relationship with them.

How had she got to know them?

"Hmm, I'm sorry for any inconvenience last night but I don't remember most of what happened and I'm wondering if I was a nuisance in any way" Jasmine said softly from the doorway.

He had not heard her come in and he was surprised to hear her apologize but the look of mischief in the depth of her eyes warned him otherwise.

"Why did you drink that much?" He asked, turning to face her.

They are currently in his home study that he also uses as his office.

"To numb myself, I was betrayed lately so I drank that much not to stay sane enough to do some damage".

"Should I believe that?"

"You don't have to, It's the truth.

Where are my clothes?, I need to leave now". Jasmine changed the topic skillfully.

"What's your relationship with Bane "gateman of hell" like he said he is" Jordan's expression had turned cold.

"This is the last time I will be asking. I have told you that the best way to ruin any chance of our marriage is to become worst enemies or best friends.

Your answer to my question would determine this." He continued.

"He was my ex".