Vol 2: Jasmine

He didn't want anything to block him.

Who would have thought, he, a flirtatious president, who was formerly a player, would go out, looking for the girl of his dreams?

The real one he wished was in his arms all along. He was actually messing with a psychic like himself, who he showed no importance.

When we lose something precious, and we look and look and still cant find it, then we don't have to be completely heartbroken.

Let's set out.

Let's find what makes us happy, because life is short.

If there's no way to get Novalie back, then he'll have to create a way.

BLACK CASTLE,

MC'WHITE,

FOREST DANGER 8:56am.

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"What are you reading?" One of the maids came and asked Maya as she closed the book angrily.

"Do you have a problem with me? I can leave."

"No, am sorry." The maid bowed and took the broom. Maya gazed angrily at her and turned her into stone. The stone broke into pieces, and disappeared as dust.

Nova opened her eyes in bed. She noticed it was different from her usual place. Then she remembered where she was. She wept bitterly. She regretted meeting Roman and dared his psycho family. She wondered what else they might do. They might take away her memory, and do something even worse.

Everyday and night, Roman couldn't stop thinking. This affected his political affairs, and even physical appearance. He became leaner and leaner, and he always felt incomplete every passing day.

His ministers asked him where his girlfriend was.

But he didn't know how to give them an answer. When, he who was the man didn't even know where she was. It was getting late that day, and he had no plans. He closed the office..

"Sir, i think this is the most boring day since you became President.' Alan lamented.

"Then make it interesting, you scum!" He cursed under his breath. Soon, they heard loud music and merriment.

"Stop here.' He said. The guards looked at each other perplexed. Why would a President stop his car at this type of place? The driver stopped and started chewing on his fingers.

"You guys should leave before anyone sees." It was a quiet neighborhood and it was very easy to drive off without anyone seeing. The President went to a nearby stand to buy a party mask. The seller gasped, with soul almost leaving his body.

"Why are you at this type of place?" He asked.

"Tell any human who you saw at your stand or die." He threatened and the seller stood put, with quivering lips. He bought the mask, and watch everyone drive out of the area. He entered the partying house, and there were so much money everywhere, and loud music from loud blaring speakers, he didn't even see the people dancing. He got a seat somewhere, and his eyes fell on a beautiful woman who was wearing a red mask, with a short yellow dress.

"Ma'am! Ma'am!" He called out to her, as soon as he fixed the mask. Luckily the woman yelled.

"Hello sir. You must be a new customer. My name is Peony, welcome to our beautiful clubhouse, where you can choose different girls of your choice. Tonight, its a private deal. You choose any girl you wanna have a private dance with, you even get to buy them, whenever we have any girl up for sale."

"Am very sure that's illegal, Miss Peony." He made his voice deeper.

"Oh! So you're Mr Lecturer, huh? Please leave if you're not interested in any girl."

"Let me see...." Roman slowly sat as Miss Peony continued dancing, then, she ran upstairs.

Roman examined the stage with his dull eyes. All the seven angels on stage were dancing, twisting and lifting the mood of the men lavishing on them. They were half naked - all wearing black see-through dresses.

Suddenly, his whole body became stiff, and dead. He became pale, and his eyes changed color. The sight in front of him was never seen before - and he couldn't take his eyes off.

Her hair was silky black. Her eyes, as shiny, captivating, as it ever was. He couldn't see her well, because of the party mask she was wearing.

Ah! Her lips.... It took away everything he had. They were kissable, pink and effortlessly beautiful. Her body, it was curvy, the perfect shape, and so alluring. It was perfect in the disco ball. She had well defined jawline, and her back screamed perfection!!! All her parts were visible, and now there was no need to drool. He knew who she was.

His woman.

The no 1 woman he couldn't joke with.

His true girlfriend.

NOVALIE GREENS!

"Miss Peony!" He yelled, and the music stopped.

"Thank you so much hotties for coming to DELICIOUS tonight. And we all know the most interesting parts about DELICIOUS. It doesn't end till morning. And some men has chosen the girls they are gonna have a private dance with." Roman boldly went on stage and spoke into Peony's ears.

"Yeah. So, having nothing to say, i'll say dance the night away!" The music continued playing, as everyone parted.

"Wait...wait...Jasmine...Jasmine..." Peony called as she turned around and winked.

"Yes mama..."

"Go to the lounge. A young man needs you there, to have a private dance." Jasmine walked slowly to the lounge where Roman was waiting.

"Hi handsome, i was just wondering, what you actually want..." She winked, as she continued doing a slow, flirtatious, romantic gestures with her alluring body.

Roman was speechless.

She had never done this, neither did she say she was going to. He had so many questions for her. Firstly, what was she doing here, how did she get here and who directed her to this shameless place?

But her gorgeousness still remained the same.

"You aren't talking, handsome. At least tell me your name." She shook him and he jolted back to reality.

"My...my..You shouldn't be asking me what my name is." Roman frowned angrily, and the girl looked even more perplexed.

"And how? Have we met?" She asked and Roman stood up. She took a few steps backward, but Roman held on tight to her arm.

"Novalie. Why are you here? Why are you pretending not to know me? Haven't we hugged? Didn't we make our relationship official? Didn't you kiss me? Didn't we..."

"Stop. Stop saying those disgusting things about me!" She thundered.

"Isn't what you are wearing even more disgusting?"