The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

“Hey there, I’m a bartender at The Jazz Cat, and it looks like the guy who owns this phone had one too many. Could you swing by and pick him up?”

Yasmine shifted in her chair, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face. She had no intention of getting up. “Why me? He’s got a whole contact list in there. Get someone else to fetch him.”

“Huh?” The bartender sounded perplexed. “Aren’t you his girlfriend?”

There was a pause as Yasmine pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath. “Fine, I got it.”

She hung up, standing abruptly, all traces of patience leaving her expression. This was just great, she thought, saddled with this ‘girlfriend’ title and all the hassle it brought.

Heading to the bar? And getting plastered too? Unbelievable.d2

The air was getting cooler outside, so Yasmine grabbed a loose-fitting tee and threw a trench coat over it, making sure she was wrapped up snugly before grabbing her car keys and heading out.

Bars were the pulse of the night, noisy and alive. The moment Yasmine pushed open the door of The Jazz Cat, the heavy bass of a rock song pounded through her, as if the very beat was throbbing in her veins. She frowned, her eyes flashing with clear disdain.

There was Boyd at the bar, slumped over, still clutching a whiskey glass, his eyes shut tight, a crease of discomfort etched between his brows. Despite his drunken state, his tailored black slacks and crisp white shirt gave him a distinguished air, and even in this state, there wasn’t a hint of disarray.

Getting closer, Yasmine noticed his shirt was undone at the top, the bar lights dancing on his exposed skin. He might have looked reserved, even austere, but now he seemed more like a playboy, covered in the metaphorical scent of too many flirtatious encounters, his elegance tinged with a reckless charm.

At this moment, his every move seemed calculated to ensnare, emanating an aura that suggested he was ripe for the taking.

Yasmine didn’t know how many women had approached him before she arrived, but in the few minutes she stood by his side, two had already been sent away, their advances rebuffed.

With a snort, she wondered whether to praise him for his restraint.

Unable to stand the chaos and the stifling atmosphere any longer, Yasmine stepped forward and pushed him. “Had enough?”

The bartender glanced at her, noting the gray trench coat and her natural beauty, unenhanced by makeup.

For some reason, the name “Yasmine” sprang to his mind. It suited the woman in front of him perfectly.

And Boyd, who had been impervious to a dozen advances, finally stirred at her touch. He propped himself up, squinting at her for a moment before a lazy smile played on his lips, and his hand reached out to caress Yasmine’s cheek.

She scowled, tilting her head away. “What are you doing?”

His hand shifted to her shoulder, his voice a slurred whisper, “Yasmine…”

Her heart skipped, unbidden. Who gave him the right to call her like that? She swatted his hand away, her voice icy. “Are we going or not?”

Boyd looked at her for a moment longer, then nodded. “Yeah, let’s go.”

The bartender watched, his jaw slack with surprise. He’d never have expected that the standoffish man would suddenly become as docile as a child fearful of being abandoned.

Yasmine swept a disdainful gaze around the place, her disgust plain on her face. “I don’t like this place. Move it.”

With that, she stuffed her hands into her pockets and walked away, not even bothering to help steady Boyd.

The bartender was stunned. In a flash, he saw the handsome man struggle to stand from the high stool, nearly falling before steadying himself against the bar.

already several paces away, her

“Yasmine…”

after her, his voice carrying a wounded

to catch up, his hand resting on her shoulder. His

liquor on him, mingled with the aroma of the

“Yasmine, my head’s spinning…”

“You’ve got assistants, you’ve got Serana, and yet you

shoved him into the car. “Did I murder your family in a past life to deserve

Yasmine climbed into the driver’s

been open with her.

a library, manage a clothing factory, so it wasn’t surprising that Boyd had a company under his belt, aiming to go public in the next

hunting after college, he was preoccupied with his company’s IPO. While others toiled for a living, he had

becomes the head of the household early.’ This guy always managed to stand out from the

the city’s prime location, he had acquired a new apartment

was in his name. The smaller one, in another building, was registered under

always considered Serana in his plans, so Yasmine was hardly surprised. Ever since they had reconnected in college, Serana and Boyd seemed inseparably linked

to her. When she saw something,

even though it was still the three of them, their thoughts slightly diverged,

the door to Boyd’s

inside, she dropped him unceremoniously onto the sofa. The apartment was spacious, with a sleek, luxurious design and cutting-edge technology at every

as plain and inviting as it had been back then. Yasmine curled her

as she prodded the man sprawled on the couch. No reaction. With a sigh,

she finished her drink, she nudged him again. “Drink up, then go take a shower and hit the

calm and profound. His clothes were a shambolic mess, yet he had an air of rakish

just stared at her for a long time before leaning

pull open even further from his movement, pressed her fingers to her temples. She shouldn’t have watched that soap opera before leaving the house. Now, even glancing

this man, she stood up, ready to

at the water glass on the coffee table and kicked his knee. “Drink up

seemed to

“Did you hear me?!”

guard by his sudden movement, Yasmine wobbled on one foot and then, with a tightening grip at her waist, she toppled onto the

one time she’d tumbled down a hill at age ten, she couldn’t recall ever being in such a

composure, she noticed Boyd’s dark eyes fixated on her,

to get up, only to

shivers

face as she snapped, “Boyd, let

her demand, his gaze roaming freely

alone with a drunkard. She pushed down hard on his shoulders, desperate to break

at him, propping herself up on his

drunk or

eyes causing her heart to lose its rhythm. “Yasmine, can’t we just get along? Tell me you love me, Yasmine.

Yasmine froze.

at the man before her, his words echoed

eyes narrowed with a clear chill. Her voice was as cold as ice. “What are

from her forehead, his eyes greedy as

voice cut through sharply.

above her head, pressing down firmly. “Yeah, you’re right, I have lost