A Generous Devil

"Oh...my bad!" Corey's face palmed her forehead recalling that Jasmine didn't have any phone on her. "Come, let's go inside before rumours start flying due to your indecent dress." She said pulling Jasmine by the wrist.

"By the way, you look like shit, Jas," Corey noted, closing the door behind them and guiding Jasmine into the sitting room.

"Did you check your face in the mirror before leaving Mr handsome house?"

"Is it that bad?" Jasmine threw herself onto the double plush leather couch closest to her, feeling physically and emotionally drained.

"Yeah! Your eyes look messy due to your bleeding makeup. But that is beside the point. What you did yesterday was wrong. Sari and I have spoken at length and we've decided to keep our mouth shut. However, we are greatly disappointed in you."

"Oh please, Corey, spare me the lectures. I'm having a headache." Jasmine massaged her slightly throbbing head. "Do you have some aspirin in the house?"