At this very moment, Jasmine Yale felt horrible.
But, Sylvan Cheney felt even worse!
"Are you still refusing to speak?" he demanded.
The thought of another man appearing in her bedroom at night agitated him immensely!
Let alone, a young, handsome man that was as good looking as he was.
The last bit of pride Sylvan had as a man was almost entirely worn away.
Jasmine Yale bit her lip, her eyes red as she fought back the tears. But they came anyway, she cried.
She cried really hard.
"Damn it." Sylvan blurted out in anger.
Her tears were his Achilles heel. If she cried, he could do nothing to alleviate his frustration.
Finally, Sylvan lifted himself off her, held her by the shoulders, much like handling a baby chick.
"Go wash up!" he demanded.
Jasmine was released by him, rushing barefoot into the bathroom without even having time to put on her slippers.
Sylvan suppressed the anger rising within him and walked out to the balcony, lighting a cigarette.
