“Get back here!” Shouted one of the officers who was chasing Jasmin while she ran across the street to the other side, brushing past a few people walking on the street as well and then running ahead into the first building she came across.
Who knew stealing a diamond would be so difficult?
How she was being chased now even when she had managed to get in a couple of times, pretending to be a parent making inquiries about the daycare to be sure it was suitable for her daughter was still a shock to her. Oh yeah, she had a diamond worth so much in her hand.
She would have asked, but she doubted the owner would be inclined to hand over her necklace no matter how nicely she asked.
Everything was well planned out until she came out of the room and the cleaner saw her and raised the alarm and she has been running ever since.
She dipped her hand into her pocket and pull out the blue diamond necklace and couldn’t help the cheek torturing grin that took hold of her face.
What people said about the city was true.
The people were richer, the houses were bigger, the jewellery were finer than the others but their securities were tougher, insert eye roll.
Her legs were beginning to hurt from running while they being trapped in the tight black boot. But it was the one thing she had that matched with the black skinny jeans trouser and a white blouse she was wearing. She had to dress in a way that she wouldn’t look like a thief at first sight.
She took the escalator which had nine to ten people on it and patiently she waited to get to the top of the stair. Usually, the escalator was faster but for a weird reason being that she stole a diamond necklace, the escalator was slow and she knew the officer chasing her would catch up to her in no time.
She finally reached the top of the stairs and she took to her heels running off when she heard behind her.
“Hey, you, freeze!” Came the voice of one of the officer and he sounded close.
She saw red lights and prison bars staring at her which would be where she would end up if she ended up in the hands of the officer and she couldn’t have that. With her heart plummetting in her chest, she took the right turn through the hallway and then she took the left turn and she saw a woman seated on her desk across her hall.
When Jasmine ran into this floor, she thought it was empty but seeing this woman told her the opposite. She knew there was no way she was going to sneak past without the woman taking notice of her and as she contemplated what to do the young lady got up that moment and walked to the door not far away and immediately Jasmin run into the first door to her left without even looking at the sign on the door.
She closed the door and leaned her back against it with her eyes closing she sighed heavily when she heard the heavy foot tug on the ground fading off.
“What are you doing in my office and how did you get past my secretary?” Demanded a cold but confused deep voice and they seem to turn her on instead of terrifying her. If only imaginations could be real then she would be on her k… Wait…
Her eyes flew open when she realised she wasn’t imagining and they land on the man sitting across the room, wearing a black suit and tie and having a face so gorgeous her panties were already soaking wet.
Shit, Jasmin, you’re barely out of the wood and you are already taking your clothes off?! She scolded herself.
“I asked you a question!” He reminded her.
He asked you a question Jasmin the voice in her head echoes which doesn’t help matter because she can’t bring herself to remembering what the question was.
She stepped away from the door after slowly locking it, further into the office and getting closer to where the strange but gorgeous man was seated.
“I can’t remember what you asked.” She finally admitted, coldness running through her veins and she balls her hand into a first to control the nervous reaction of her body as he stared at her quietly.
“I asked, what you’re doing in my office and how you got past my secretary.”
“She wasn’t on her seat,” she lied immediately.
He stared at her, and the emotions on his face were one Jasmin couldn’t wrap her fingers around and at that moment a loud bang comes to the door, making her jump and her heart almost ran out of her mouth.
Sweat broke out on her skin as she turned to the door she had already locked and then back to the man in the room, wondering what he is going to do. “Mr Inferno,” called out a feminine voice and the knock came again.
Damn this was probably this man’s secretary whom she said wasn’t on her seat when but it wasn’t a lie.
“Yes, Wura,” responded the man who was yet to move from his seat.
“There is an officer here, hoping to come inside and have a word, however, your door is locked.” She informed him and the man whose surname was Inferno paused and his gaze flew over to her and she just fidgeted with her finger and bit her lower lips nervously.
“I must have done that while praying earlier.”
“Sir, the officer is looking for a lady, and he’s wondering if you could help him find her,” Wura informed with a calm and composed tone.
“Give me a minute,” he called out and got up from his seat and began to head for the door.
Jasmin knew he was going to rat her out to the officer and she knew she would be seeing the bars of prison and making new friends there in no time. Why on earth did she even run into this room again? She wondered to herself and almost slaps herself in the face. Mr Inferno over here didn’t look like one who would lift a finger to help a stranger much less a stranger who happened to be a thief. He would probably throw her under the bus and feel better about himself afterwards.
He stopped walking when he got up to where she stood and then stretched his hand out to her. For a moment Jasmin didn’t know what he was doing and almost gave him her hand for a dance, he was tall probably around six feet one inch and had a thick build to go with it and if he could dance, that would take gorgeous Mr Inferno to a whole new and dangerously sexy level. But he wasn’t asking her to dance with him because one, there was no music, two, he didn’t know if she could dance, and three, he didn’t know her. The only time strangers dance with each other were in movies.
She stopped herself from giving him her hand and pushed her blonde wig away from her face to stupidly mumbled an “Eh?” instead.
“Hand it to me,” he commanded with a low but firm voice.
Her eyes narrowed wondering how he knew she had stolen something. Did she look like a thief or did he just assumed she was? If yes, then she was offended.
The knock came again and this time she had no choice but to hand him the diamond, so dipping her hand into her pocket, she pulled it out and gave it to Mr nice guy which was earlier said than done because she felt as though she had just pulled her heart out while it was still beating and gave it to him.