Competing For Hollywood's Superstar

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Jasmine stood frozen to her spot, unable to comprehend with the shock and surprise that Alec Dalton was kissing her. 

At first, nothing came to her mind, but the realization that this wasn’t what she expected a kiss to be like. It was dull and blah, or maybe her lips were numb because she didn’t feel much of it at all.

Suddenly, it dawned on Jasmine that her first kiss had just been stolen by a jerk. It was enough to snap her back to reality and push him a way from her.

“I…can’t…believe you did that!” she yelled, while wiping her mouth with the back of her hand in disgust.

Alec scowled, “You think I really wanted to—”

“Patience Alec, we don’t want you to give too much away now, do we?” cut in the producer through his ear piece.

He scowled before storming off.

Jasmine stood there silently for a moment, trying to reregister what had just happened. She wanted to yell ‘jerk’ and scream at him, but she had to face it, all the yelling or screaming in the world wouldn’t make up for the fact that her first kiss was stolen. She had no chances of getting that back.

Jasmine sighed in frustration as she walked the other direction. Yes she was angry, but there was something about what Alec had said bothered her. It seemed like he didn’t want to kiss her, so why on earth did he do just that? As she passed the camera man and the producer, it was then that it struck her. She remembered Eva talking to her about the time that Alec kissed her on the forehead because the producer had instructed him to. So was that it? Just a simple instruction from John and Alec decided to obey it? Seems a bit far fetched, but that was the answer that she wanted to believe. She couldn’t imagine him wanting to kiss her after all.

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By the time that Jasmine arrived back at Alec’s estate, there seemed to be a large tension in the air as maids and servants scurried around her, trying to clean the already spotless mansion. She frowned, but merely continued walking when she suddenly bumped into an elderly man she had never seen before.

“Oh sorry!” she squeaked, meeting his gaze.

The man had grey hair, deep brown eyes and high cheekbones. He had a smile on his face, which grew by the minute as he got a good look at Jasmine. He hadn’t seen those eyes in fifty years… With a bemused expression, he spoke, “Your face… your face look just like…Jocelyn Rosemary’s,” he said, reaching out to gently touch it, trying to grasp the fact that she was real.

Jasmine suddenly jumped back, thinking that old man was crazy, but the look in his eyes told her they were full of warmth and recognition. She stood there silently until her brain suddenly clicked. Jocelyn Rosemary was her grandmother! But how did he know her grandmother? Maybe it was just another woman who had the same name, but now she was curious. “Are you saying…that I look like a friend of yours?” she asked slowly.

The man suddenly straightened up and chuckled, “A friend yes, but she was more of a lover to me,” he said so softly… Yes, she was a lover that he made false promises to, a lover who cheated her out of what she could have made millions in. He thought bitterly before shaking his head, “If I am right, than you are her granddaughter…You seem to have her eyes and facial structure…”

Jasmine shook her head, baffled at this, “You must be mistaken for someone else—”

“She always carried a pocket watch that never seemed to work and if my hunch is right, than she passed it to your mother and she passed it to you,” he cut in.