𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞.

꧁His Sinful Desire꧂

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

"Clubbing Sadie? I have midterms in two weeks and you want to go clubbing?" I asked with a groan as I zipped up my jeans and put on my jacket over my red striped halter top.

"Come on, it's a fabulous nightclub. I've been there tons of times, it'll be so fun. There'll be drinking, dancing and hot guys," Sadie said wickedly. "Besides as you said, midterms is two weeks away. You have plenty of time to study."

"Sadie you know how badly I want to get my bachelor's degree so I could fulfill my dream of becoming an interior designer. If I don't pass my exams that'll be a whole year wasted," I patiently explained to her.

"But why interior design? Couldn't you work for an insurance company? Or a law firm?" she inquired. "Or even real estate."

"Sorry Sadie, but I can't talk right now, I have to leave soon and I have the afternoon shift down at the clothing store. Can I talk to you later?" I asked reaching over to close my window.

"Sure no problem, take care Jasmine," she said cheerfully as she hung up the phone.

I sighed and took a seat on my bed so I could tie my shoelaces, thinking about what Sadie said about working in insurance. To be honest the thought's crossed my mind before but as always I ignored it and focused on my current agenda: designing.

My father Ivan worked in insurance. He and my mother Rebecca lived in Colombia with my brother Andrès and the rest of my extended family. I also had a big sister named Andriana, but she moved away from Colombia three years ago. After I graduated high school, I moved to New York to attend college.

Graduates were usually seventeen or eighteen, but I was the exception. I was intelligent and never had to struggle in school. I got straight A's and passed all my subject with flying colours. Well besides Math, that was my most hated subject. I was fluent in Spanish, it being my mother tongue and Biology was my favourite subject.

My teachers said I was a genius and it showed in everything I did. So my principal pulled some strings and I graduated one year ahead of my class. I left Colombia and moved to New York where I worked at a clothing store to get some extra money in my account. I rented an apartment, and with my scholarship, got admitted into St Francis College where I was pursuing my bachelor's to become an interior designer.

It's been my dream ever since I was a little girl. My father wanted me to join the family business, but I had no interest in sitting behind a desk working for someone else. I wanted to be my own boss, to become independent, to strike out in my own direction.

My father and grandmother highly disapproved of me, a sixteen year old girl, migrating to one of the biggest cities in the world alone just to attend college. They didn't deem it necessary to go so far away when there were colleges right in Colombia. My mother didn't share their opinion and gladly supported me. Now I was seventeen and was about to finish my second semester.

The only stumbling block was my landlady, who was constantly sticking her nose in my business. She figured seventeen was too young an age for me to be living in New York by myself. All of her tenants were in their mid twenties and over, me being the youngest to ever rent. Maybe she thought I was an irresponsible teenager who couldn't be taken seriously and needed to be kept under close surveillance. Ugh she was such a pain in my ass.

Now fully dressed for the day, I carefully brushed my waist length honey blonde hair and put it in a ponytail, gelling the top to keep the unruly strands down. Hopefully it'll stay put for the day. After applying a bit of eyeliner and mascara, I grabbed my bag and laptop and left my apartment.

The sun was hot when I stepped outside despite it only being eight in the morning. There was hardly a crowd in front of the building, which was strange since Starr street was usually a hotspot for large crowds to gather.

Just as I stepped onto the pavement, I saw my landlady Maria Ross coming towards me, wearing her inveterate frown of disapproval every time she came into contact with me. I smiled as politely as possible, hoping to God that she would spare me one of her old maid lectures on dress code.

"Mrs Ross, how nice to see you," I said with forced cheerfulness.

Grumbling under her breath, she searched through the stack of letters in her hand and pulled one out to give to me.

"What's this?" I asked, inspecting the crisp white envelope.

"You're behind on your rent Miss Petrova," she stated curtly. "You have been for two weeks now. There are bills to pay, you aren't paying on time and I have been more than lenient with you."

"Mrs Ross you know I'm trying my best, I attend college, I have to buy school supplies and work has been really tough," I protested.

"I didn't ask for an excuse Miss Petrova, I need my money, pay me what you owe me or you'll be out on the streets!" she declared.

"The workers in Imax Fashions are on strike, I'm one of the few who stayed. You have to understand Mrs Ross, please," I desperately tried to reason with the uptight woman, but to no avail. She refused to listen to anything I had to say.

"I'll give you till the end of the day Miss Petrova. And if you don't have my money by then, you're evicted!" she said as she pushed past me and went inside.

I groaned and stuffed the letter in my bag and went to wait for a taxi. I checked my phone, five minutes past eight. Five minutes I wasted on arguing with Mrs Ross, five minutes I'll be behind on schedule. I frantically waved my hand for a taxi and after two minutes one pulled up.

I climbed in and told the driver my destination and the car pulled away. Just then my stomach started to growl and I wished I had eaten breakfast before I left. But I was in too much of a hurry to stop and eat. On the drive to school I took out my phone to check my WhatsApp to see if anyone had messaged me overnight.

I saw four. Two from my friend Allison who ran a beauty salon in Manhattan and one from my friend Jennifer who was asking to borrow my English Literature book. The other one was from my boyfriend, Allan Raymond. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I read his message.

*Hey babe when can I see you? We need to talk about some things. I was thinking we could have dinner tonight at my place. Are you free around 7?

With a smile I texted him back.

*Sure baby, classes end at two and I have the three to six shift at the clothing store so I'll swing by your place at 7:30 😘

Allan and I have been together since I was in high school. He was seventeen at the time and when I moved to New York, he came with me. He had a family condo in Green Point and practically begged me to move in with him. But I didn't want to live with him because I wanted to be on my own for a while.

I wanted to experience this taste of freedom for as long as it lasted. Also I kinda promised my mom I wouldn't sleep around until I got married. The women in my family were...considerably different where such things were concerned.

After answering the rest of my messages, I took the time to email my professor my article on the book he asked us to read. By the time I finished, the taxi pulled up to St Francis College. I paid the cab and got out, adjusting my sunglasses to shield my eyes against the sun's morning glare.

The place was packed and I had a hard time manoeuvring my way around the hundreds of students who were walking around campus. St Francis College was after all one of the most prominent colleges in New York. Wealthy parents sent their kids here every year and they always came out as the brightest, most qualified civilians, ready to come out into the world of work.

This morning I had Biochemistry with Professor Drew, afterwards Math with Professor Thompson, then Economics with Miss Mackleroy and lastly Computer Science with Miss Johnson. My day was so full I'll be lucky to make it through my second class. I hated Math but it was a necessity. The only good class I had for the day was Biochemistry.

Deciding not to waste time procrastinating, I went to classroom A-3 where Biochemistry would be held. On the way I caught sight of the college slut gang. Jessie Griffin, Tina Williams and Mya August. Ever since I enrolled in college they looked for any and every opportunity to make my life a living hell.

Jessie had chocolate brown eyes, sandy blonde hair and a slim figure. She was forever wearing miniskirts and the shortest of tops in hopes of grabbing the boys' attention. Her face was always caked in makeup and she was always walking around with her band of cronies. Tina and Mya were cousins. Tina was a brunette and Mya was a blonde. Both had hazel eyes and fair complexions. Tina was busty, whereas Mya was short and thin.

All three girl regularly hung out after school and to my knowledge, were all from affluent families. They were rich, snobby, conceited and self-absorbed bitches. I bent my head and tried not to be noticed by them as I made my way to my respective classroom. Thank God they were too busy gawking at Dan -the captain of the football team- to pay much attention to me.

I walked into the class and saw that it was half full of students. Thankfully the fourth row only had a few people in it and to my good fortune the far corner was empty. Making my way to that spot, I took my seat. While waiting for Professor Drew I took out my books, laptop and writing materials, organizing everything in a neat pile.

My stomach growled once more and I mentally slapped myself. In my haste to get to class, I had forgotten to grab something from the cafeteria. A yogurt, a coffee, or even a pack of crackers. Oh well, I could always grab lunch after third period.

"Good morning class, I hope everyone did my homework," Professor Drew walked into the room with several papers in his hand and went to his desk at the front of the classroom. "Midterms are in two weeks, and I'd like for all of you to pass with an A this time around."

Hearing this, several students began to mumble uneasily. Some of them were new to the class, others were repeating the semester due to poor grades last year. Fortunately I studied my subjects well and did my work to the best of my ability. Hopefully I won't have to repeat any of my classes, that would totally suck.

"This class we will be delving deeper into nucleic acids. Take out your handouts from Wednesday's session and let us take a look. The thirty questions I gave you, I hope they're giftwrapped and ready to be opened - by me," Professor Drew chuckled as he went to the whiteboard and began to write down the basic information. Date, headings etc..

Six hours later I was done with classes for the day and could leave for work. But just as I was about to get in the cab to head on down to the store, my phone began to vibrate. I took it out and checked the caller's ID, it was my boss Angelique. I frowned in confusion. She never called, if she wanted to talk she'd text me on WhatsApp or send me an email.

Sliding my finger across the screen, I put the phone to my ear. "Good afternoon Angelique, I just finished classes for the day, I'm on my way to work now."

"Jasmine, I don't know how to tell you this, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to let you go," she began.

I froze on the spot. She was... firing me? On the phone?

"I..I'm sorry, but I'm having trouble understanding. Letting me go? Wh..what did I do?" I asked in a shaky voice.

"I find your work ethics to be very poor and I've excused you on multiple occasions. You're constantly late for work, you mix up the invoices and if I'm being honest, you're just not qualified enough to work at Imax Fashions," was her blunt reply.

"Work ethics? But I don't understand, why are you firing me? I need this job, I'm in danger of being evicted," I protested.

"I'm sorry Jasmine, but my decision is final. I'll send you your paycheck for Monday to Thursday. Thank you and goodbye."

And just like that, she was gone.

I couldn't believe what just happened. I was fired, I had no other source of income, and I had rent to pay. I had fifteen hundred dollars in my account saved up, but that wasn't enough to pay rent for this month. I was screwed. Deciding the only thing left to do was ask Allan for an extra thousand dollars, I hailed a taxi to take me to Greenpoint.

On the drive over, I texted Sadie and asked her to meet me at my apartment in an hour. If worse came to worst and I couldn't pay rent in time, I may have to bunk in with her tonight. The drive to Allan's condo took forever, but we eventually reached and I quickly paid the cab before stepping out.

I had a key to the place so I didn't need to knock. Allan gave me permission to enter whenever I wanted. I walked up the stairs to his bedroom where he'd most likely be playing games on his Xbox. Walking soundlessly down the carpeted hallway, I reached his bedroom and was about to call out his name when I heard the sound of a woman giggling.

My hand froze on the doorknob and I put my ear on the door and listened carefully. The sound of loud moans hit my ears and a sick feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. I slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The sight in front of me made my heart sink in my chest.

Allan was lying in bed, shirtless with his pants discarded on the floor next to a pair of bright red panties. And the woman to whom they belonged was directly underneath him. Her legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, her back was arched in pleasure and the amorous moans emitting from her mouth were a clear indication that she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

As was Allan, the so called love of my life.

Tears stung my eyes and I stumbled backwards, knocking a vase to the floor. The loud sound attracted Allan and the woman's attention and they sharply turned around. Allan saw me standing there and his eyes widened in shock. "Jas what are you doing here? I said to come over at seven. You're supposed to be in work."

Hearing his words, I felt a rush of anger flare up inside me.

"I came here and saw my boyfriend cheating on me with another woman and all you have to say is 'I'm supposed to be in work'?!"

Allan flung the covers over the woman, picked up his pants and quickly put them on. He stood and faced me, with not a trace of guilt in his eyes. "Jasmine I'm sorry. I wanted us to do this over dinner, but since you've already seen it, I guess there's no point in delaying the inevitable."

I already knew what he was going to say. I was just waiting for him to say the actual words.

"I'm in love with someone else Jasmine. Kalli and I have been in love for the longest while, I wanted to tell you, but I didn't know how. I'm really sorry Jas, but we're done."

There it was. The breakup. The heart clenching breakup.

I wanted to run down the stairs and go home crying, but I wasn't about to let him have the satisfaction of knowing he hurt me. So I

straightened my jacket, pushed my hair out of my face and smiled at him. "Goodbye Allan. I hope you have a happy life."

My composture was calm, but inside I was a broken mess. He seemed surprised by my words. I guess he'd expected a more hysterical reaction. He'll never get it. Not waiting for anything else, I turned and walked out of the room and out of Allan's life forever. Let's assess the situation, shall we?

I've been fired, my landlady is kicking me out of my apartment this evening itself, and my boyfriend dumped me. I waited on the sidewalk for about five minutes before a taxi came into view. I went in and asked him to drop me off at my apartment. On the drive over I had just one thought going through my mind.

Life's a bitch!

First chapter of His Sinful Desire is up. Please vote, comment, share and follow 🙂🙂🙂🙂 Thoughts on Jasmine? Her karma must be shitty to have this much bad luck in one day😫😫😫

Also a big thank you to everyone who picked up this book. It truly means a lot to me 💓💓💓