**Sebastian's POV**
I was looking at Jasmin while she was sleeping peacefully inside my car. She's been asleep for over half an hour now.
She fell asleep because she was so tired. Walking for hours on the streets, wouldn't you get exhausted too?
I stopped here for a while in a vacant area where no cars pass by. It has a wide space, and you can see a beautiful view here at night.
I may be a jerk, but I have this dream of buying this land. This is where I want to build the house I've always dreamed of.
Well, maybe that's still a long way off. I probably need to save up a lot of money before I can make that dream come true.
It's funny because I'm thinking about things like this now. I haven't really done anything with my life except cause trouble, fight, and give my grandfather a headache.
I glanced at Jasmin again, still sound asleep. Damn!
I purposely got out of the car because if I stayed inside with Jasmin, I might not be able to control myself, and... damn! I'm going crazy because of her... she has a different effect on me.
And I don't know how I ended up in this situation. Just thinking about her walking on the side of the road under the scorching sun.
And it's been days since that woman hasn't let me sleep. Every time I close my eyes, her face is all I see.
The sweetness of her lips and how soft they are, you just want to kiss her and never stop. Shit! I want to taste those lips again.
Out of all the women I've kissed, only she makes me feel like this. She's like a drug; once you taste it, it's hard to stop, you'll crave it.
I walked back to the car when I noticed her stir. She's probably awake now.
"Hey, sleeping beauty," I greeted when she opened her eyes.
She just stared at me until...
"Ah! What did you do to me? Where did you take me?" she asked frantically, bombarding me with questions.
She opened the car door and was about to get out when she stopped, realizing her seatbelt was still on.
I smiled.
"I didn't do anything, even though I wanted something to happen," I said. I walked over to her, bent down, and unbuckled her seatbelt.
"Tsk! Where did you take me?" she said, pushing me away before getting out of the car.
"Somewhere where we can be together—alone," I said playfully.
She rolled her eyes and looked around. I just watched her as the wind gently blew her long hair.
She even closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in the fresh air. I saw her lips form a smile.
Damn! I have the urge to kiss her again.
"Ahhhhh! What time is it?" she quickly checked her watch and looked dismayed when she saw the time.
It was already afternoon, and dusk was approaching.
"I didn't make it to my other job," she sighed.
"You—" she raised an eyebrow and pointed at me. "--Why didn't you wake me up?" she added, narrowing her eyes at me, puffing her cheeks.
She's cute, like a chipmunk.
"You were sleeping so soundly, I didn't want to wake you up," I replied. I leaned against the car and crossed my arms, still watching her.
"Tch! I missed out on earning money," she complained.
"I'll just give you the money you would've earned today. How much?"
"I don't accept money I didn't work for," she said, her face serious.
"Then work for me."
"No way!"
"Why? I'll pay you the same as your other job," I said.
"I don't want to work for someone like you—rowdy, rude, perverted—"
"What's the difference? You work at a club, right? Selling your body to some random old guy."
She fell silent.
Her face went blank, and I wondered what she was thinking.
"Oh, why are you silent now? You were talking so much earlier, but now it seems like your tongue's retreated... is it because what I said is true—"
"I don't need to explain myself to narrow-minded people who believe in rumors that aren't true," she said seriously. For a moment, sadness and pain flashed across her face, but it quickly disappeared.
"I don't want to accept money, and I definitely don't want to work for you," she said, her face now back to being cheerful.
I really want to know what she feels or what she's thinking.
"Everyone at the university is talking about you, but you don't even say anything. You don't defend yourself against them... if you really aren't the kind of woman they say you are, why did you let them think that way about you? They look down on you and disgust you," I continued.
She sighed deeply. "Because it's exhausting to explain. They won't believe anything I say. Even if I defend myself over and over, they won't believe me," she said. "And why are you asking me all these questions? We're not even close," she added, raising an eyebrow.
I walked up to her and stopped right in front of her. "Well, now we are close," I said and smiled at her.
"So, you're really not a whore like they said?"
"Why are you so persistent—"
"Just answer my question!"
"Is it really that important to you?" she complained, stepping back from me.
"Just tell me the truth," I urged her.
"No! I'm not a prostitute. I don't sell my body for money. Are you happy now?" she answered irritably, her face flushed.
"Then what are you doing at the club?" I asked again.
"Why do you keep asking? I don't interfere with what you do," she complained, her face scrunched up in annoyance.
I stepped closer to her and pinched both of her cheeks.
"Ouch... what's wrong with you?" she pushed my hand away and glared at me.
She rubbed her cheeks. "Stop laughing."
Well, this is the first time I've laughed because of a woman.