THE BRAYLONS (On hold)

THE BRAYLONS (On hold)

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Edited. "Be the third lady of Braylon's household" ............................. He strode purposefully towards me, a smirk playing on his lips like the mischievous gremlin he was. As I instinctively took a step back, my confidence melted away. Pressed against the door, I made a move to turn the handle, but he intercepted, gently gripping my hand and guiding me to face him. Trapped between his muscular figure and the door, I felt a flush of embarrassment creep up my cheeks. Does he have any concept of personal space? "Do you have anything to say, melanin?" His smirk widened, almost mocking. "Actually, it's Jasmine," I blurted out, feeling my face grow even warmer under his intense gaze. Does he even know my name? "Stop calling me that!" I retorted, deciding to play along. With a smirk of my own, I added, "You might as well address me as the third lady." He chuckled without humor, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "You catch on quickly. Perhaps a week without my presence left you feeling lonely and eager to remind me of your significance." Rolling my eyes at his self-assurance, I couldn't deny that my face had turned into a crimson shade. Leaning closer to my petite frame, his breath grazed my earlobe, causing me to shiver at the minty scent that engulfed me. What on earth was happening? "There are still plenty of things I could show you," his voice husky, sending a wave of weakness through my legs. What is he implying? What is wrong with this man? .............................................. A debt to pay takes Jasmine O'Connell to the Braylons' household, forcefully where she meets Roman Braylon, the third son of the Braylons. EDITED Started- August 26th Ended- ?
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