Jasmine's POV

"I'll see you tomorrow at seven."

I slow for a moment when I hear the words, my exasperation spiking a bit before I continue out of his office, the man's cocky ego is stifling.

Seems like I was right.

Just another man who instead of finding a good outlet like BDSM, chooses to micro manage and control everything around them rather than giving up the burden of it in the first place.

Another man who's going to talk over me, steal my ideas, never give me credit, and use me as a maid.

No thanks.

If I wanted to serve a man all day, I should as hell wouldn't be the one that's usually holding the leash. I snort to myself in mild annoyance, though a light chuckle can't help but escape me.

I don't need this damn job.

I'm the co-owner of a very successful club.

And yet, I feel like there's too much space and room in my life, and I need something to fill it. I was just hoping this job could be it. But I refuse to work for a man like that. I sigh and shake my head as I briskly escape the receptionist office where the lady holds the door open. When I reach the hallway, I don't hesitate to gather the rest of my things and head towards the elevator.

Before I can close the doors, a woman walks towards the elevator and motions me to hold it, and of course, I can't resist, even if I was hoping to use the time to yell at the world and tell everyone to go fuck themselves. She smiles gratefully when she gets inside and I notice that she's pregnant... like really pregnant.

My eyes widen in shock at how far along she must be. I must look pretty ridiculous because I hear a laugh come from beside me.

"I can't tell if you're in awe or terrified." She tells me with a grin and a chuckle with a shrug.

"I'm not really sure either." I admit giving a smile. I watch as she places a hand on her stomach before turning to look at me with a mischievous glint in her eye, my lips pulling up at the familiar look.

"That's the gamble of life isn't it? You don't know what you want until you try it all. I never thought I wanted kids, and now I would protect this baby with my life. I get a baby, and paid vacation time from Jacob, in the house that we just bought. Don't knock the life you never had until you try it." She tells me sweetly, but I'm stuck on one detail. Someone gets in on the tenth floor, and I mull over it until they get off on level seven.

"Jacob? As in CEO Jacob Renner? He gave you paid vacation time?" I ask her immediately, unconvinced that the bastard upstairs would do anything like that for a woman.

Apparently she must get that reaction a lot because she laughs before shaking her head. "Oh he's no CEO to me. He's like my second brother, though he likes to remind me that I'm his PA which means he's the boss now. We both know he's not." She says as the doors open to reveal the entrance lobby on the main floor.

I walk with her towards the doors, holding them open for her, before addressing her outside of the building. "So it's your job I was applying for?" I ask and her brows raise.

"I guess so." She says before looking me over again, but before anything can be said, a car drives up and honks a horn. "I hope you got the job! He could use someone as coolheaded as you!" She says before walking away towards the car. I stand there a second longer, not really sure what to do, before I finally decide to go to the club, home seeming a bit too bleak right now, the conversation from the elevator replaying as I drive.

I don't remember most of the ride here, but I pull into the parking lot of the club, empty since it's not even ten o'clock. Shaking my head to clear it from the headache inducing, contradicting Jacob Renner, I take a breath, but all it does it make me sneeze.

I press the passcode into the keypad by the door before I head inside, walking up the stairs towards the office area, the employees walking around nodding to me in respect as I walk by. I pass my office and head to the one next door, the last one on the hall, before knocking on the door, waiting semi patiently for an answer.

After a moment it comes, and I open the door revealing my brother sitting on his leather couch along the wall, Anna kneeling at his feet as she reads the book in her hands.

Mark looks up when I close the door, and tells Anna to continue reading before giving her a kiss on the head and getting up to walk towards me. I try not to be jealous of the bond that they have, knowing it's my fault I don't have my own anymore. I turn away from the couch and head towards the built in bar long side the opposite wall, grabbing a glass from the cabinet.

Mark comes up beside me as I pour the drinks, and I hand a glass to him once they're poured.

"You didn't get the job?" He asks me as I put the glass to my lips, taking a sip while he places his on the table. I chuckle to myself and shake my head before doing the same with a sigh.

"I did get it." I confess, and my brother's frown gets deeper as he looks as me confused. "But the man is another cocky ass, he hit on me, tried to get me to give in to him trying to get some control and power over me. If I wanted to serve, I would do it here. " I tell him, my fingers tapping on the counter in irritation.

"So basically he was like eighty five percent of men out there? And he's your boss? Jasmine, you can't let that asshole under your skin. For once you're not the one in charge, and that means you have to let go of that control." He tells me and I roll my eyes.

"Easy for you to say. You're a man." I counter, and he grunts, but doesn't say anything else. Just as I think I can forget about it all, and deep dive into Club work, I hear a throat being cleared behind us.

"Permission to speak freely, sir?" Anna asks Mark, and I glare at him, already knowing where this is going, but instead of telling her no, the bastard only smirks and nods, motioning for Anna to speak.

"Jas, get over yourself." She tells me and I glare at her, opening my mouth, but she continues. "You've been sulking around for months, you need something that's not Kink related, and the Jas I know would never back down from a challenge like this. If this guy is just like any other, then he's only faking what he's been taught. Turn the tables on him. Or avoid him as much as you can. I don't care! But you're getting out of this club, and out of your damn feelings!" She scolds me, keeping her posture perfect the entire time, her eyes at my feet as she addresses me.

Sometimes I wish my friends weren't so good at what they do so I could get them in trouble more.

I glare at the little witch, even if she can't see me. "I don't need a job where a man is going to pay me to be his personal slave. And I don't need anyone to play with, Anna. I don't want the job." I tell her, and Mark shakes his head before going over to Anna, praising her for voicing her thoughts, and being respectful.

With a bye they don't hear, I leave my brothers office and finally just decide to head home, the club not seeming so safe anymore.

I don't care what Anna says. I'm not showing up to that place tomorrow. I'm doing just fine.

Right?

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Doubt is a hard thing to overcome and it can effect a lot of things in a relationship. Keep your self confidence up and it'll help all of your relationships.

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