Desired by my Ex-fiancé's Uncle

"I can't wait to see the reaction on Jacob's face," Jasmine mumbled to herself, a soft smile gracing her lips as she stepped out of the elevator leading to her fiancé, Jacob's office.

She carefully held onto the rectangular paper box that housed his favorite cake which she had stayed up all night baking. Today was his birthday and she wanted to surprise him.

Her heart was cheery as she neared the door to his office, but her forehead creased into a frown when she heard muffled voices coming from within.

Was Jacob with someone?

She shrugged off the thought. Perhaps, it was one of his clients or colleagues. But as she reached the mahogany door, her steps faltered and her body stiffened as she heard a very familiar voice coming from the office.

"Jakey, when will you dump that plain Jane, so we can be together?"

Jasmine's breath hitched and her palms became sweaty as she clutched the box tighter.

Could it really be...?

Before she could stop herself, she pushed the door open without knocking.

The box of cake fell to the floor, but she barely noticed it as she took in the scene before her.

Her sister, Charlotte was straddling her fiancé, Jacob with nothing but a lacy bra on. While Jacob had his arms wrapped around her waist with his tongue down her throat.

The sound of the box hitting the floor startled the both of them and they pulled away from each other.

Jacob pushed Charlotte off him and buttoned up his shirt as he wiped the lipstick smear from his lips.

Charlotte, however, smirked as she licked her lips and lazily propped herself up on Jacob's desk, not even bothering to cover her barely clad form.

"What the hell is happening here?!" Jasmine demanded, her voice pitched with anger and disbelief.

At first Jacob's eyes widened in surprise at seeing her, but then they narrowed as his gaze hardened. "Jasmine, how dare you enter my office without knocking?"

Jasmine did a double take, her head spinning at his accusatory tone. "How dare me?" She retorted with an incredulous look in her eyes. "Is that really all you can say after I caught you cheating on me-with my sister?!"

"Oh please," Charlotte scoffed as she rolled her eyes. "You didn't catch us doing anything. We barely got started before you interrupted..."

She trailed off as she sauntered closer to Jacob, casually trailing a manicured finger down his chest and lightly brushing her palm against the tent on his pants. "Now, Jakey has to battle with this boner for the rest of the day."

Jasmine balled her hands into fists as her eyes zeroed in on Jasmine's inappropriate action, then they shifted to Jacob who had a cocky smirk on his lips.

"How could you frolic with my sister behind my back, Jacob?" She whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "Have you no shame?"

Jacob's smirk faltered as his eyes momentarily flashed with guilt, but it disappeared like it had never been there.

"Frankly, It's because you're so naive and boring, Jasmine," his voice was flat and blunt. "It's always the same old pattern with you. No thrill whatsoever and I'm sick of it."

Jasmine's mouth fell open as her mind reeled from everything happening. It was too much for her to take in all at once, and Jacob's words felt like a dagger that was being twisted in her heart.

She would never have believed in a million years that her fiancé of 5 years would betray her in such a manner and still not be remorseful about it.

"I gave you five years of my life, Jacob," she whispered, her voice cracking with despair as she fought back a sob.

"For five years, I put up with your attitude even when it wasn't convenient for me. If I wasn't enough, why didn't you just break up with me? Why betray me like this?"

"Enough with the sob story, Jasmine," Jacob spat, his eyes darkening. "Don't act like you were doing me a favor by being with me all these years. Did you really think I wouldn't notice you were only using me as a financial safety net?"

He chuckled darkly as he continued his disdainful jabs, "Ever since you found out you weren't your parents' biological daughter, you've been paranoid of them abandoning you, hence why you clung to me like a lifeline."

"It's pathetic, really," Charlotte added, her voice laced with mock pity as she took a taunting step towards Jasmine and kicked the cake box away like a piece of trash.

"You feel threatened by me because I'm the real daughter of our parents and you're just a fraud, right? Poor thing," she pouted, clicking her tongue.

"It must suck not to know your true parentage. But judging by how you already behave, I'm sure the apple didn't fall far from the tree."

Jasmine tightened her fists so hard her nails dug painfully into her palm. She was so tempted to slap the smugness off Charlotte's face, but she held herself back.

"I've never felt threatened by you, and always considered you as my sister," she shook her head bitterly. "But it seems I made a big mistake."

She then turned to Jacob, and the realization that the man she loved and envisioned a future with, only saw her as a burden hit her like a slap to the face.

"If you really think I was only using you for money, then you never knew me." Her hand reached for her middle finger and she shakily slid the engagement ring off it.

"There's no point in us being together anymore," she spat as she threw the engagement ring at him. "Our engagement is over!"

Her gaze shifted back to Charlotte. "This is what you wanted, right? Congratulations then. He's all yours now."

Charlotte's smug expression faltered, but only for a second before she tossed her hair over her shoulder and walked back to Jacob.

"Finally," she chirped as she slipped her arm around his. "I was getting tired of sneaking around."

Jacob's expression was unreadable as his gaze lingered on the ring Jasmine had thrown at him before looking back at her.

"Don't act rashly, Jasmine," he warned. "You know you're nothing without me. Will you be able to survive this breakup?"

Charlotte's eyes flashed with mild irritation and jealousy as she observed that Jacob still cared for Jasmine. If she no longer wanted the relationship then he should just accept it.

"Jakey," she whined as she tightened her grip around his arm and batted her eyelashes at him.

"Why are you still bothering about her? She clearly doesn't realize your worth, so forget her and focus on me. I'm the right woman for you."

Jacob seemed to consider Charlotte's words for a bit before he smirked and snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest.

"You're right, baby." he made sure his voice was loud enough to pierce through Jasmine.

"She was never really my type anyways. I prefer my ladies feisty and alluring like you," he murmured seductively as he playfully smacked her ass, the sound resounding across his office.

He turned to Jasmine, his voice smug and arrogant. "You'll regret this, Jasmine. Don't come crawling back when you realize you can't make it without me."

Jasmine bit her quivering lips to stop herself from bursting into tears as she looked him dead in the eye.

"I'll never come crawling back to you," she sharply enunciated every word before turning in her heels and walking out of the office, ensuring to slam the door so hard that it reverberated through the walls.

When Jasmine got home that afternoon, she met her adoptive parents, Timothy and Gloria Yates, sitting on the couch, engaged in what seemed like a deep conversation.

She wiped the tears from her eyes and cleared her throat, so it wouldn't seem like she had been crying. "Good evening, Father. Mother," she greeted, drawing their attention to her.

Timothy gave her a curt nod in response while Gloria's lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line as she eyed Jasmine from head to toe.

Ever since they had discovered Jasmine wasn't their daughter, and reunited with their real daughter, Charlotte, they had developed a sort of coldness for her and basically discarded her.

"Why didn't you answer my calls?" Gloria demanded in a scolding tone. "Do you think you can just do whatever you want?"

Jasmine's brows furrowed, and she quickly pulled out her phone to check if she had a missed call.

Sure enough, a notification of 5 missed calls stared back at her and her eyes widened in surprise.

She had been so caught up in her thoughts about Jacob's betrayal that she hadn't noticed her phone was on silent mode.

"I'm sorry mom," she bowed, her voice apologetic. "I didn't mean to ignore your calls. My phone was-"

Gloria raised a slender hand to silence her. "You don't have to give flimsy excuses," she cut her off. "Just come here. We have something to discuss with you."

Jasmine nodded before walking over to the couch across from them. She took her seat and crossed her legs in the graceful manner Gloria had taught her.

Timothy and Gloria exchanged a look that Jasmine couldn't decipher before they both turned back to her.

"We have a task for you," Timothy began, his expression stoic as he leaned forward and entwined his hands together.

"If you do it, we'll give you the information you need about your real parents."

Jasmine's eyes widened at Timothy's offer. She had been pleading with them to give her the information about her parents ever since she found out she was adopted, but they had refused.

Why had they suddenly changed their minds?

A flicker of skepticism flashed through her eyes, but she did her best to hide it as she stared at them with wariness. "W-what would you like me to do?"

Gloria's lips downturned as she tried her best to look defeated. "We've been having a bit of difficulty with convincing an investor of ours. We need you to seduce him into agreeing to our demands."

"Yes," Timothy cleared his throat as he added. "That's our only option right now. If you succeed, you'll get to know all about your birth parents. Do you accept?"

Jasmine's stomach churned at the absurdity of their request. Were they actually just trying to make her a pawn in their plan?

Her first instinct was to refuse, but Timothy's words replayed in her head like a broken record.

'You'll get to know all about your birth parents.'

This made her hesitate and she chewed on her lips as she considered her options.

Finding her birth parents was something she wanted more than anything in the world.

"It's just one night," she convinced herself. "I can do this."

"I'll do it," she finally conceded, determination flickering in her eyes.

Gloria's feigned sadness vanished, and was replaced by a smug smile. "You've made the right decision. After all, it's the least you can do to thank us after all we've done for you."

Jasmine inwardly flinched at Gloria's indirect jab, but she held her tongue.

Timothy glanced at Jasmine, his expression still cold.

"You'll meet Samuel Wilson at the Ash Seasons Hotel by 9pm sharp. Don't be late." He instructed in a clipped tone as he rose from his seat, and left the living room without another word.

Gloria smoothed out the bodice of her gown as she equally stood up. "Ensure to make his experience...worthwhile," she smirked slyly before strutting away, her stiletto heels clicking against the tiled floor.

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Jasmine clutched her handbag tightly as she walked down the narrow hallway of the hotel, her heart pounding with each step she took.

She glanced at the gold plated numbers on the doors until she reached the one she was looking for. "Room 98," she whispered as the numbers stared back at her.

Her hands trembled as she brought out a silk tie from her bag and tied it around her eyes. She didn't want to see the old man she was going to sleep with.

Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to calm down as she repeated, "It's just one night."

After stalling for a few more seconds, she finally raised her hand to the door and knocked softly.

For a moment, there was silence, then a deep, muffled voice came from inside. "Come in."

Her heart hammered wildly in her chest, and her palms became clammy as she fumbled with the door knob before pushing it open.

The blindfold restricted her vision, so she couldn't see anything, but she could sense a presence in the room.

She hesitated at the entrance, unsure if she should speak, and for a second nothing happened, but then she was startled with a jolt as she heard the sound of the door closing behind her.

A warm, calloused hand gripped her jaw and tilted her head upward before she had a chance to regain her composure.

"Long time no see, princess," a husky, rich timbre voice with a faint slur echoed in her ears, sending a tingling sensation down her spine.

Her brows furrowed behind the blindfold. The voice sounded nothing like that of an old man. It was smooth and pleasurable.

Was she in the right room?

She didn't have the time to dwell on the thought as his hot minty breath suddenly fanned against her face. "You're even more beautiful than I remember."

She stiffened as she realized how very close he now was.

What did he mean by what he said, and why was she not repulsed by it?

"I...I don't..." she began, but he pressed a finger to her lips, interrupting her. "No words, princess. Just feel."

Before she could respond, his soft lips travelled up her collarbone, and a breathy moan escaped her mouth.

"You have no idea how much I've dreamt of this," he murmured as he gently sucked on the base of her neck and soothed the spot with a flick of his tongue.

The sensuous action sent a zap straight to Jasmine's toes, and she clung to his shirt, her head tilting instinctively to give him better access to her neck.

"Fuck," he breathed, his voice now thick with desire. "You taste better than I imagined."

Jasmine let out a surprised yelp as she he swept her off her feet and placed her on a soft mattress.

He hovered over her and trailed a long finger from her chin, to her collarbone and down to her cleavage.

Her mind screamed at her to stop him...to demand answers as to why he seemed to already know her. But her body melted under his touch as he whispered these words in her ear.

"I'm going to ravish you, princess," he nibbled on her earlobe, and slipped her gown off before giving her what she would term the best experience of her life.

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The next morning, Jasmine was awoken by the sound of her phone buzzing from inside her bag. Her blindfold was nowhere to be found, and it took her a moment to adjust to her surroundings.

The cotton sheets pooling around her bare skin made her realize she was naked under the covers, and her eyes widened as the events of last night came flooding back.

Her gaze darted to the man beside her, his tattooed, muscled back rising and falling as he slept soundly.

The ache between her legs reminded her of how intense yet gentle he had been with her last night, and a blush stained her cheeks.

Before she could daydream further, her phone rang again, and she slipped out of bed, grabbed her bag, and fished it out.

She glanced at the caller ID to see it was her adoptive mother. With a deep breath, she answered the call. "Hello-"

"You good for nothing slut!" Gloria's voice screeched from the other end. "How dare you bail on Samuel Wilson? Get home in ten minutes or so help me God!"

Jasmine's blood ran cold and her gaze shifted back to the sleeping man.

If he wasn't Samuel Wilson, then who was he?

Jasmine hurried out of the hotel room before the man could wake up. She got home a few minutes later, only to be greeted with a sharp slap across her face.

Her head jerked to the side from the impact, and she clutched her throbbing cheek.

"You ungrateful brat!" Gloria's sharp voice resounded. "How dare you play a fast one on us? Why didn't you go to Samuel Wilson's hotel room as planned?"

Jasmine's eyes glistened with tears as she tried to explain. "M-mom, I t-thought-"

"Don't call me mom!" Gloria spat. "I can't be a mother to a cheap whore like you."

Charlotte, who was lounging on the couch, rose from it and approached her mother. "Don't waste your breath on her, mom," Charlotte placed a calming hand on Gloria's shoulder and gave Jasmine a dirty glare.

"It's not even been 24 hours since your engagement was called off, and you're already sleeping around," Charlotte smacked her teeth distastefully. "I've always known your good girl act was just a farce."

"I wasn't sleeping around," Jasmine defended, her chest tightening as she stared at Gloria. "I went to room 98 like you told me. I-I didn't know Samuel Wilson wouldn't be-"

"Enough with the lies," Gloria cut her off. "I told you room 86 and not 98! You did this on purpose, didn't you? After taking you in despite not being our blood, this is how you repay us?"

Jasmine's brows furrowed in confusion. "B-but, the text said-"

"Oh keep quiet, and stop trying to defend your mistake!" Charlotte cut her off, her eyes sparkling with sly satisfaction.

She had intercepted her mother's text to Jasmine, and sent her the wrong room number on purpose to get her in trouble.

"Mom, you should've thrown her out after finding out she wasn't your daughter," Charlotte said to Gloria, though her gaze remained on Jasmine.

"She's just a freeloader who bites the finger that feeds her."

"You're right, my darling," Gloria agreed, and her lips curled in disdain as she looked at Jasmine.

"Bringing you into this family was a big mistake. On the bright side, Jacob has finally dumped you for Charlotte, and he's even agreed to help us convince Samuel Wilson."

"That means you're now useless to us," Charlotte added as she shoved Jasmine's shoulder. "Nobody wants you. Your family rejected you, your fiancé rejected you, and now we're rejecting you. Just disappear already!"

Jasmine stumbled backwards, not from the effect of Charlotte's shove, but her dagger-like words.

"What have I ever done to you, Charlotte?" Her voice cracked with despair. "Why do you hate me so much?"

"because you stole my life!" Charlotte spat with animosity. "Now, I've reclaimed it, but I won't be satisfied until you disappear for good."

"Fine, I'll leave. But first," she wiped her tears and turned to Gloria. "Please give me the information about my birth parents."

Gloria scoffed. "Did you really think we were going to give you that information? We don't even have it. For all we know, your birth parents could be dead."

"W-what?" Jasmine's eyes widened in disbelief. "So you lied to me just to make me do your bidding?"

"Yes," Gloria's spat. "And you failed miserably, so we owe you nothing. Ensure you're out of this house by the time we return from the Wayne family's party. I don't care where you go as long as I never have to see your face."

"Good riddance, dear sister," Charlotte waved tauntingly before she and Gloria left, cackling like the witches they were.

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Jasmine sighed as she packed the last of her belongings into her small suitcase. She couldn't believe that the people she had known as family all her life now treated her like trash.

Clutching the jewelry box she planned to give Jacob's grandmother, Ophelia Wayne as a birthday gift, she spared her room a final glance before leaving.

She planned to leave New York with the little money she had saved up, and start her life afresh. But first, she wanted to say a proper goodbye to Ophelia, who was the only person that had truly been nice to her in Jacob's family.

She hailed a cab as soon as she stopped by the side of the road. "Please, take me to Hibiscus villas," she informed the taxi driver as she got into the back seat.

The party at the Wayne mansion was already in full swing when Jasmine arrived.

She nervously adjusted her baby blue sundress, her fingers subconsciously fiddling with the jewelry box as she entered the grand hall.

Charlotte spotted her as she walked in. "What's that bitch doing here?" She muttered under her breath.

Jacob who was standing beside her, overheard her and turned to her. "Who are you talking-" he began, but trailed off as he followed her line of sight and saw Jasmine.

His jaw clenched as she approached, her eyes frantically darting around as though she was searching for someone.

His eyes trailed down the length of her sundress and he couldn't help but admit that it complimented her petite figure.

He shook the thoughts that had started to form in his head away, and drew Charlotte closer to him.

She was better than Jasmine in every way, and he needed to focus on being with her.

"Bold of you to show your face here. Aren't you ashamed?" Charlotte mocked as Jasmine neared them.

Jasmine froze in her tracks at the sound of Charlotte's voice, and she grimaced as she turned, finally noticing her and Jacob.

Her eyes zeroed in on the way Jacob's hand possessively gripped Charlotte's waist, and the barely healed wound in her heart festered again.

"I just need to see Grandma Ophelia, and I'll be out of here," she said plainly, trying her best to hide her pain.

She moved to sidestep them, but Charlotte extended her hand, blocking her path. "And what could you possibly want to see my future grandmother-in-law for?"

Jasmine gripped the jewelry box tighter. "I don't think it's any of your business, Charlotte," she replied in a voice that rivaled how she really felt inside.

"Oh really?" Charlotte's drawled sarcastically. "Fine, you can go then. Don't let me stop you."

Jasmine released a breath she didn't know she was holding and began walking away, but she suddenly tripped on something, and landed on the floor with a thud.

"Oops," Charlotte gasped in feigned pity as though she hadn't tripped her on purpose. " You should watch your steps, dear sister."

Jasmine ignored Charlotte, her eyes darting around as she scrambled to retrieve the jewelry box that had fallen a few feet away. Just as she was about to reach for it, Charlotte stomped on her hand with her heel.

"Ahh," Jasmine cried out as Charlotte's pointy heels dug painfully into her palm.

"And what might this be?" Charlotte mumbled curiously as she bent down to pick the box and inspected it.

"Charlotte, stop. You're hurting me," Jasmine begged with gritted teeth as she tried to pull her hand free.

Charlotte turned to look down at Jasmine, and when she noticed some guests were watching, she quickly lifted her foot off her hand.

"Oh my gosh, I didn't see your hand there," she muttered in feigned remorse. Jasmine clenched her teeth as she clutched her throbbing hand in the other, and weakly rose to her feet.

Her eyes narrowed at her box in Charlotte's grasp. "Give me that. It's not yours," she tried to snatch it, but Charlotte swatted her hand away.

"Why are you getting so aggressive? I just want to see what you got Grandma Ophelia," she taunted.

She opened the box, and her eyes glistened with mischief as she saw a bracelet nestled inside. Bringing it out, she showed it to Jacob. "Jakey, look at what your ex got for your grandmother. Isn't it too tacky?"

Jacob took the bracelet from her, and eyed it with disgust. "Very tacky," he agreed.

He then looked at Jasmine, his face contorted in disdain. "Is this the trash you planned to give my grandmother? This is why I rejected you. You're too ordinary and cheap."

Jasmine winced as her hand still throbbed, but she met Jacob's gaze squarely. "You might think it's cheap, but I went through a lot to get it. Please, just give it back to me."

"Go get it then," Jacob sneered as he tossed the bracelet to the floor.

Jasmine tried to catch it before it reached the floor, but before she could, iCharlotte stomped on it with her heel. Jasmine gasped as the sharp crack of the bracelet breaking resounded.

"Oh no," Charlotte's hand flew to her lips in feigned surprise. "Looks like your bracelet is broken. Now, you can't give it to Grandma Ophelia."

Jacob smirked as he wrapped an arm around Charlotte's waist and tapped her nose lovingly. "Nice one, babe. You just saved my grandma from receiving the world's tackiest gift."

Jasmine's heart broke the more she stared at the broken bracelet. "H-how could you..." she whispered as she stumbled backwards in disbelief.

She almost lost her footing in the process, but a strong hand gripped her waist, steadying her in time.

Jasmine froze as a familiar scent flooded her senses and she was instantly reminded of the man from last night.

She turned to get a look at him, and her eyes widened just as Jacob blurted. "Uncle?!"