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.

saw Yasmine, already several paces away, her expression difficult to discern. This was definitely one

“Yasmine…”

her, his voice carrying a

up, his hand resting

mingled with the aroma of the

“Yasmine, my head’s spinning…”

closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and forcefully suppressed her rage. “You’ve got assistants, you’ve got Serana, and yet you drag me out here. What is

“Did I murder your family

car door with a thud, Yasmine climbed into the driver’s seat, her face taut

been open with her. His

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

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

head of the household early.’ This guy always managed

prime location, he had acquired a new

was in his name. The

all these years, he always considered Serana in his plans, so Yasmine was hardly surprised. Ever since they had reconnected in college, Serana

she saw

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

door to Boyd’s

him unceremoniously onto the sofa. The apartment was spacious, with a sleek,

orphanage, and yet, her cozy little nook remained as plain and inviting as it had been back then. Yasmine curled her lip slightly, an inkling of jealous

one for herself, sipping as she prodded the man sprawled on the couch. No reaction.

nudged him again. “Drink up, then

shambolic mess, yet he had an air of rakish charm, with a hint

stared at her for a long time before leaning back into the couch. “Dizzy,” he

further from his movement, pressed her fingers to her temples. She shouldn’t have watched that soap opera before leaving

she stood up, ready

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

seemed to

“Did you hear me?!”

another kick, Boyd suddenly grabbed hold of her ankle. Caught off guard by his sudden movement, Yasmine wobbled on one foot and then, with a tightening grip at her waist, she toppled onto

hill at age

As she regained her composure, she noticed

tried to get up, only to realize he was holding her

spoke up suddenly, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine, especially with the noticeable

spread across her face as she snapped,

her demand, his gaze roaming freely over her clear,

increasingly uneasy, aware of the danger of being alone with a drunkard. She pushed down hard on his shoulders, desperate to break free, but suddenly found herself

him, propping herself

drunk or not,

his nose brushing against hers, his intense eyes causing her heart to lose its rhythm. “Yasmine, can’t we

Yasmine froze.

before her, his words echoed

voice was as cold as

forehead, his eyes greedy as he took in her delicate features.

cut through sharply. “Have

to above her head, pressing down firmly. “Yeah, you’re right, I have lost it. But there’s