Forbidden Attraction - Jasmim

Hello, for all of you who are reading a work of mine for the first time, you may have noticed that I have a peculiar taste for book names with flower names, well, it wasn't the first and it won't be the last, this is the second book in the series: Sweet Temptation! I have to say that it is not a sequel, as it contains an independent storyline... However, I advise you to read the first book, called: Cattleya, because it is quite a read!

Thank you very much for taking the time to read one of my books, I am grateful to you for making my wildest dreams become so real... I keep telling my husband - and thank you, my love, for supporting me so well with my parallel world - that I live in many worlds at the same time and sometimes it becomes unbearable. But I have to say; it was fucked up living with Jass and Ary, I love this woman with all my might, and although my female characters named after flowers are always fucked up, this one was pretty special. It was maddening, and amazing at the same time to live with each one who lived in this book throughout the creation process, it was nice to get to know a little more of Ms. Marilia. And just as you will react, keep in mind that it was the same with me. I thrilled, I cried, and I was surprised at every turn. Like you, I never know how my books will turn out? They present themselves to me and make me write them over nights, for hours and hours, until they are finished and I can live in peace. So; thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving me the privilege of showing you a little bit of my crazy universes.

Note: Throughout the reading you will come across many phrases or words in German language, so that you can understand what is being spoken, I advise you to follow the reading with the Google translator app in the background...

I hope from the bottom of my heart that you love this book, as much as I loved writing it, and if you do, look for more of my work... I look forward to your feedback! Happy reading!

Sincerely, Nay Lisboa.

"Miss Ribeiro!" Cattleya smiled at the woman in front of her.

"Hello, Miss Mozorov!" The woman replied with a wink.

"And then?" Cattleya asked with a grimace.

"It's all right! You can live like Cattleya now, you don't need to change your name or anything. You're free." She responded by sitting down next to the woman in Shine's room.

"Ahh Jass... I don't even know how to thank you!" Cattleya spoke with teary eyes.

"Don't thank me, Catty! You deserve a happy ending." Jasmine replied smiling at her old friend.

"What about the fire?" Cattleya asked.

"There is no proof. Not of fire, not of any death, not of attempted murder. Just proof that he was a corrupt scoundrel. You're clean, as you were the other time as Andy." Jass replied.

"I don't believe it!" Cattleya sighed. "I can live in peace with my daughter now."

"Yes!" Jass smiled. "What's her going to call herself?"

"Jasmine." Cattleya blinked. "May she be as sweet and strong as you."

"Oh Catty, I can't cry in uniform!" Jasmine said smiling as she hugged her friend. "I hope I don't see you anymore, there's no more trouble to solve." Played.

"Won't we really see each other anymore?" Catty stared at her, ruefully.

"Maybe one day, in the midst of the calm of a peaceful city. Where there is no Cape Ribeiro or a runaway and frightened Cattleya." Jasmine sighed.

"Would it be possible for there to be no Corporal Ribeiro one day?" Cattleya stared at her friend.

"Maybe. I do not know. All I want now is to go home. Leaving all that behind for a while, you know." Jasmine spoke running her hands through her hair caught in a bun.

"There's still time to be happy!" Cattleya spoke placing her hand over her friend's.

"Your mother would be proud of you, Catty. I want you to know that!" Jasmine spoke shaking her friend's hand.

"Your father, too. Even if you choose a different path than his. Remember that!" Cattleya smiled. "You don't have to be a vigilante, because there is no such thing in the world! I believe it will be better for you to come home. Even if it takes away my chance to see her again."

"You know that Brazil is right there right?" Jasmine teased.

"And I've always wanted to visit Rio." Cattleya laughed. "But I won't. Maybe after a few years. Because you deserve to archive this part of your life a little bit, leave here everything you've lived through and painfully that includes me."

"Thank you for even coming in like a hurricane in my life, you have been with me. You and Celly will always be an unforgettable chapter for me." Jasmine spoke.

"I say the same about you!" Cattleya spoke. "I hope you can meet my Jasmine one day."

"Is that really the name?" Jasmine asked incredulously.

"It's a promise. There is no better way to make the woman who gave me freedom unforgettable. That reminded me of my mother, who went through the same pain as me. You will always be a symbol of honor to me, just as my mother is, and as your father will always be to you." Cattleya kissed her friend's hand!

Jasmine smiled, from everything she had been through so far, even with everything that had taken her to Russia, friendships would be what would make her miss the most! It hadn't been easy to go through everything she'd been through, but knowing that she'd had such amazing friends had made her lighter! As much as she knew she wouldn't take Cattleya to life because her life was in Brazil, Jasmine wished that after many years, in a place of calm, she could be reunited with her friend and know that she was being happy as she deserved to be. It was time to go back home to the person she loved most in life. As much as she was used to chaos, to being chaos, she wanted to be peace now, she felt like she needed it with all her might.

***

"Welcome back, my love. "My mother said as she saw me walk through the door carrying a suitcase.

"Thank you, my life. I was so homesick! I said hugging her sideways and moving inside.

"I know you'll get used to things, the restaurant is beautiful! I dreamed of the day you would walk through that door again. " My mother said teary-eyed.

"Me also my mother, me too! " I said smiling.

"Come on, let's go to your room. It's the way you left it! " She said sniffling and guiding me upstairs. "My sweet Jasmine, my ray of sunshine. Your father would be proud of you. "

"He'd be... "I said as I walked into my room and saw him literally the same way I left him. Seven years ago. I was happy to be back home.

***

I had everything to be happy, everything and a little more... But at the age of five I stopped being like these girls who believe in mere fairy tales. I believed in books and this thing of having a love of your life, but I didn't believe it could happen to me. At the age of twenty-three, about to enter the faculty of visual arts to live my dream of photographing beauties in mere details around the world, born in the city of São Paulo and daughter of a military man who served in the army, I was finally in the place I desired. My whole world turned upside down when my father died in service when I was only five, my mother never failed to have her eyes sparkling as she spoke of how great a great, caring, kind husband he was, a prince. They were married for eight years. Just eight years to make the woman you love, the happiest person in the world. Dona Marília – my mother – has always been a warrior woman, owner of her restaurant in the center of Holambra, the city where we live. I loved my dad with all my might, and I loved watching them cook together even more when he was home, even if I can remember only a moment or two like this. I remember as if it were today this love story told by my mother with a passionate and suffering look as she remembered her late husband...

"I met your father when my mother decided to do a cleaning in the house of a very rich lady who had a huge garden, at the time we lived in rocinha and took a crowded bus to get there, it was fun to listen to the gossip at five in the morning, it was fun for me ... " Mrs. Marilia laughed as she sat on the couch lost in thought. "For my mother it was always a stress, after all, it was exhausting. I was sixteen, and the night before there had been gunfire...

As the Lady of the house would leave that day and she would be alone, she decided that she would take me for fear that there would be gunfire again and I would be alone at home. While my mother was cleaning I decided to walk a little through the garden and get to know the beautiful flowers that lived there. That's where I first saw his father, he was eighteen at the time. Beautiful. " She cracked a smile... "He asked me my name and we were talking, Peter introduced me to every kind of plant that was in that place, I completely lost track of the hours next to him, and when we said goodbye, he took out a Jasmine flower and gave it to me. That made me have butterflies in my stomach. I went in and went to help my mother with the chores. After that day I convinced her that I could be helpful in helping her on the weekends with the cleaning. She left, and I and Pedro consequently got closer, exchanged contact and started dating in secret, sometimes Pedro would see me at school and we would go out to eat something, he was my first man. Only our worlds were completely different right! I did Enem and entered the business school and Pedro passed the military exam, we went two years without seeing each other and lost contact, it was a very painful match and I focused only on college ... Until one day I am in college completely distracted, when Pedro enters who was there for a seminar on the importance of the Brazilian army, at the time because of all the war that was happening between factions and etc., this seminar was useful in several schools and colleges. I recognized him on the spot, he came to me after the seminar and we talked. From this he started to put credit on my phone so that we could return to exchange sms, we talked by call, since at that time there were no social networks. And one day as one who wants nothing, he asked me to marry him. Dating back then wasn't that simple, mainly because our worlds were different and our relationship wouldn't be accepted, we had already taken the test in the beginning. Overnight he introduced me to this house of ours here in Holambra and we moved here two months later, we got married in civil the day before we moved, money buys marriage certificate, simple as that, we fled. "

"And my grandma? " I asked curiously.

"Your grandmother only knew I was leaving when I showed up with the ring on my finger. Warning that she had married Peter and that it would be no use for her to say that it would not work. She laughed in my face, hugged me and wished me well. I knew she would behave that way, who didn't accept it was Peter's mother that as we knew she would make hell we chose this house away from her. "

"How beautiful, Mom! " I said smiling.

"The adventure doesn't stop there, you had asked me why Jasmine, hadn't you? " She smiled, I nodded. "We chose Holambra because it is the city of flowers... And a very important detail is that when I got pregnant with you my desire was always to smell Jasmine. And then we knew it was going to be a girl. We left to choose your name in childbirth and when your father laid eyes on you, el and said: Sweet as a flower of Jasmim and of free soul as Jasmine. My beautiful Jasmine. So you chose your name. " My mother said laughing.

***

But not always all stories have happy endings, lately I cared only about being and seeing my mother's happiness. She was my heart. Photographing, taking care of Mrs. Marilia and working in her restaurant were the only things that mattered to me.