His Yasmina [Completed]

Chapter 14-Sapphire

Jasmine heard Sammy enter the kitchen behind her, but didn't immediately turn as she placed the bowl of ice cream on the granite counter top.

"Let's go out, have dinner and hit a club afterward."

Jasmine turned with a frown finding him dressed in his Samuel clothes–slacks, buttoned dress-shirt and matching blazer. He looked posh and handsome as ever, ready to go out.

"I want to stay home tonight. We had dinner out with Cristiano two days ago." She reminded him, crossing her arms over her chest.

Still upset over that evening, everything about that night, from the start, bothered her and she couldn't shake the feeling of watchful eyes following her until they made it back to the hotel. 

Relief rushed through her and Jasmine was more than eager to finish the night as she and Sammy stood bidding Cristiano and Alessandra a goodnight and thanking them for a pleasant  evening.

"That went well, don't you think?"  Sammy asked, as they waited outside the restaurant waiting for Sammy's Ferrari to be brought around.

Jasmine shot him a glance.  "Yes, it was splendid."

"Come on, it wasn't too bad." 

"No, it wasn't bad, it was horrible.  One of the worst dinners and some of the worst company I've ever had to endure.  I wish you never accepted his invitation.  Poking the bear was a big mistake. He was about ready to kill you."

"He deserved what was coming!  He can't go around and act like he's the bomb and treat everybody else like dirt.  I love how that pompous, no-good, hottie got his knickers in a twist.  I think I did a fine ass job of ticking him off!"

A ice cold finger touched her spine as she and Sammy walked to the awaiting car brought around by the valet and got in. The strange feeling felt primal, even unsettling. Jasmine stopped, and looked around not trying in the least to be discreet.

Sammy noticed.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

She peered passed the parked cars and bystanders and saw nothing out of the ordinary. It was dark, a stiff warm breeze picked up and the stars were out. Jasmine forced herself to breathe deeply and exhale.

It was those same eyes, she could feel it.

Shaking her head she said, "Nothing. Let's go."

The car alarm beeping was a starling sound in the silent night just as she felt a crawling sensation between her shoulder blades. There was no way her conscious mind was playing tricks on her without turning back around for another look.

She knew.

She was being watched. Again.

Jasmine shook off the memory.

Her head had been a constant throb off and on since then. To make things worse she became increasingly irritable and the chill that entered her body wouldn't let her be. However, she found the reason why she felt so awful–she got her period.   Bloated, pale, and uncomfortable, she worked in the hotel over the weekend and refused to venture out, not wanting to feel the same evil eyes prickle the little hairs on the back of her neck.