Chapter 5 The function

I was chatting happily with Oliver in the suite's dining area when Michael came in.

" Oliver what are you still doing here?" Michael asked sounding irritated.

" Chill man, I was keeping her company coz I know you're a real messed up company." Oliver teased

" Shouldn't you be gone by now? I guess Nancy would be back by now." Michael said checking the time.

" Mike, it's just 6pm. What's the rush? Nancy knows her way around the mansion." Oliver said.

" I want you gone before 8." Michael said and went into his room.

" Who's Nancy?" I asked.

" My little sister." He replied.

" Ohh... Is she that buggy?" I teased.

" Believe me she is." Oliver smirked.

" I don't want to stay with him. He might rape me if you're not here." I said scared.

" He won't rape you, trust me." Oliver said holding my hands that were on the table. I was uncomfortable with the closeness but I managed to put on a smile.

" Oliver get Mira now." Michael said from his room and Oliver sighed.

" What's with Mira? Isn't she is secretary?" I asked.

" He fired her yesterday." Oliver said.

" Why? She tried to seduce him?" I asked and Oliver nodded. " But that doesn't warrant him firing her."

" Believe me when you're a man it does." Oliver grinned. " I'd better call her before he does."

**

Oliver came back into the suite with a dejected face.

" What did she say?" Michael said from the living room. I didn't even notice when he left his room.

" She's not going to work as your secretary if she's coming back." Oliver said.

" And?" Michael asked impatiently.

" She wants to work for Jasmine" Oliver said and I gasped.

" I don't need someone to work for me." I said and Michael scoffed.

" No one asked for your opinion." He said. " If Mira wants to work for Jasmine, it's fine by me. As long as her name is signed among the company workers." Michael said.

Oliver came to join me in the dining, I looked at him as his hand went for mine which was on the table.

" I'm sorry you have to go through all this." He said.

" It's okay. Why does he want her back?" I asked.

" I dunno. Maybe because she was the one working on his present contract."

" But if she's working for me she can't work for him."

" Michael knows that. He's going to use you to make her work for him again." Oliver said.

Time flew fast and soon it was eight pm. Michael stood up from where he was sitting and walked towards .

" I said I want you gone by eight." Michael said.

" Mike, you know I hate staying alone with Nancy." Oliver pouted.

" She's your sister not mine, so go home. I don't want her coming here and crying like a spoilt brat." Michael scoffed. " Oh, Jasmine I need you in my room ten minutes from now."

" Guess I'll be going now." Oliver said standing up.

" Please don't go." I said fearfully.

" He won't hurt you again. I promise." He said and left.

**Ten minutes later**

I breathed out five times before I turned the knob of the door.

" I was almost coming to get you by myself." I heard Michael say, he faced the wall giving me his back to look at.

" I had to freshen up." I gulped.

"Are you scared of me?" Michael asked as he turned to face me.

"I'm not. Why would I be?" I said straightening my back

" Good. Come sit close to me." He said tapping the bed. I walked slowly to where he sat and sat beside him.

" What do you want?" I asked.

" Nothing much. I just want you to sleep beside me this night."

" Sleep beside you?" I asked, my heart pounding fast.

" I'm not gonna touch you, I just want you to sleep beside me for just a night." He smiled.

" I don't have a choice, do I?"

" No, you don't."

***

MICHAEL

I watched her as she closed her eyes fearfully. One part of me wants to hurt her so bad but the other doesn't. It wants to love her, cherish her but I can't love a woman again not after what mum and Annelise did to me.

" Sleep tight, sexy." I pecked her softly on the lips and I noticed her once tensed body become free.

I slipped carefully out of the bed and walked slowly to the living room with my laptop. I found out something shocking about her earlier today which I'm sure she knows nothing about.

I turned on my laptop and typed her mother's name. How I managed to know her mother's name? It was the last word I heard my mum say before she left. ' Anne-Marie Douglas, your husband is mine.'

My mum wanted a rich husband but she was granted with a poor one, while her best friend was lucky to find the rich guy.

" Mr Dixon." I heard her call softly behind me.

" You're awake. Did I disturb you?" I asked and I watched how her eyes widened when she saw her mum's picture on my screen.

" What are doing with my mother's file?" She asked slowly. " She's already dead, you can't punish her for my stupidity."

" At least you admitted that you're stupid. I know your mother's dead. You know we do have something in common. We share a step." I smirked as she looked at me confused. " Go back to bed!" She turned slowly and walked back to the room.

I looked at the file once more and sighed. Poor girl! She has so much wealth attached to her but her aunt hid them carefully from her. I closed the laptop and went back to bed.

**

I tapped the side of the bed where she slept and it was cold. ' Shit!' Did she run away? She can't run away, I have guards watching my door. I checked the time and it was thirty minutes past one. I've never slept into the afternoon.

I opened the door of my room and walked into the kitchen. Maybe she went to prepare an early morning breakfast for herself. I got there but she wasn't there. Oh, she might be in her room.

I opened the door to her room and heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. I decided to peep on her as she had her bath but the minute I got there was the minute she turned.

" Oh hi, Mr Dixon. You're up early." She smiled as she covered herself with a towel. She looked so beautiful.

" I was just checking on you. Be fast with your bath." I said pretending to be annoyed.

" I'm already done." She said as she came out of the shower.

" Get dressed. You're accompanying me to a function." I said and left the room.

A function? She doesn't even have appropriate clothes to wear to a function. I guess I'll have to order before she's done.

**

JASMINE

I searched the closet tirelessly for an appropriate gown to wear to a function but couldn't find any. The door opened revealing Michael who was smiling like an idiot.

" I guess you'll need new clothes to go with me to a function." He said and dropped a box on the bed before leaving.

I stood up and opened the box which revealed a golden yellow gown that was neatly folded. I picked the dress and wore it.

It was a very long gown that flowed on the floor, with a slit at the front that was on my thigh. It has spaghetti hands and was designed with red diamond stones. It fitted me perfectly from my bust to go hip before it flowed to the ground.

I went through the shoes available and picked a golden yellow heel. I brushed my hair and let it fall freely and applied little lipstick. I'm already beautiful so I don't need much make up.

I came out of the room and met Micheal in the living room who was all dressed up in a black trouser and shirt with a golden yellow jacket and tie.

" You guys look a couple." I heard Oliver say from the dining area.

" Let's go." Michael said. He's so stiff.

***

We were in the limo that was taking us to the event center but Michael kept fuming in anger through the drive.

" Don't you like parties?" I asked after some time.

" I like them. I just the one that involves rich people." He replied dryly.

" Why?"

," Coz I'll get to see my mother." He said sternly and I looked down. I remained silent the remaining time of the drive.

**

We both came down from the car the same time, not something a couple would do. The guy comes out first, then the lady but Michael doesn't care about protocol.

We walked into the event hall in silence but was stopped on the way by a woman.

" Michael I see you've finally found yourself a woman." The woman said sarcastically and Michael gripped my hand tightly like he was passing the anger to me.

" Stay out of my way woman." He yelled and pulled me roughly with him.

" Who is she?" I asked.

" My mother."