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.

paces away, her expression difficult to discern. This was definitely one way to pick

“Yasmine…”

called after her, his

staggered forward to catch up, his hand resting on

on him, mingled with the aroma of the bar, ignited a flare

“Yasmine, my head’s spinning…”

and forcefully suppressed her rage. “You’ve got assistants, you’ve got Serana, and yet you drag me out here.

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

climbed into the driver’s seat, her face taut

and Boyd had always been open with her. His voracious reading since childhood hadn’t been

library, manage a clothing factory, so it wasn’t surprising that Boyd had a company

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

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

city’s prime location, he had acquired

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

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

her. When she saw

truly believed that the childhood years before they were ten were just child’s play. Now, even though it was still

the door to Boyd’s apartment,

apartment was

little nook remained as plain and inviting as it had been back

a glass of water and setting it down on the coffee table, she kept one for herself, sipping as she prodded the man sprawled on the couch.

“Drink up, then go take

eyes calm and profound. His clothes were a shambolic mess, yet he had

time before leaning back into the couch. “Dizzy,”

She shouldn’t have watched that soap opera before leaving the house.

man, she stood up, ready to leave this

the water glass on the coffee table and kicked his knee. “Drink up and scram to the shower.

eyes seemed to

“Did you hear me?!”

off guard by his sudden movement, Yasmine wobbled on one

a hill at age ten, she

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

tried to get up, only to realize he was holding

sending shivers down her spine, especially with the noticeable change beneath

spread across her face

her demand, his gaze roaming freely over her clear,

being alone with a drunkard. She pushed down hard on his

him, propping herself up on his

drunk or

heart to lose its rhythm. “Yasmine, can’t we just get along?

Yasmine froze.

man before her, his words echoed in her

with a clear chill. Her voice was as cold as ice.

her forehead, his eyes greedy as he

voice cut through sharply. “Have

shoulder to above her head, pressing down firmly. “Yeah, you’re right,