*THE HOLLEN SERIES 02*
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Evan’s POV
“You know you like her. Ask her alre-ady and
st©p being an egotistical boss who got his
head stuck up his bu-tt!” Emily nagged for the
thousandth time.
She had come to my office to remind me
about our family’s dinner that night. Of course,
she could have called me, but she had to go
the extra mile of showing up and breaking my
walls down a bit to ask Jasmine as my d@t£.
Emily had a d@t£ and she wanted me to have
one as well.
“I don’t think she’ll accept. Her mom is coming
home and she’ll want to spend time with her,
Emily,” I explained as to why I hadn’t asked her
to the dinner.
“You’re only ma-king excuses after excuses.
Here’s what, if you don’t ask her, then I will.”
“EMILY NO!”
It made no difference, yelling at her and trying
to st©p her, because she was alre-ady out the
door. She c@m£ back with Jasmine tailing right
behind her. She sat back down in the chair she
had been sitting in and offered Jasmine the
seat.
Jasmine looked between us as if we had
caught her with her hands in the cookie jar.
She was frightened. I knew Emily’s approach
must have been a firm one. She always did
that to make a ‘boss impression’ as she called
it.
“Did I do something wrong?” Jasmine asked,
ru-bbing her hands together and lowering her
head to avoid our eyes.
“No. But my dear brother has something to
ask you,” Emily answered.
Jasmine’s beautiful chocolate brown eyes
locked on me as she lifted her head up. I
remained silent, which made me earn a
dre-adful look from Emily.
“Evan, if you’re not going to ask her, then I
will,” she repeated.
I still remained silent.
“Jasmine, my brother would like to know if
you’ll accompany him to our family’s dinner
this evening?” she asked with a plea-sing smile.
“Ummm… Umm,” Jasmine stuttered.
“No pressure if you can’t make it. It was only
my friendly suggestion,” she quic-kly responded
as a form of having a pride if Jasmine was to
refuse the offer.
“This evening?” she asked to clarify.
“Yes. If you agree, he’ll let you out early so you
can have enough time to look extra pretty.”
Jasmine blu-shed, showing her dimples on her
cheeks.
“Okay. I accept this friendly offer,” she
answered.
My eyes popped. “I thought your mother was
coming home today?” I asked.
“It was scheduled for today but she has to get
one more test done so it will be tomorrow
instead,” she stated.
“Really? Okay, that’s great. And, remember, it’s
nothing personal, and it’s just a friendly get
together; although you will be meeting our
mother, father and younger brother,” Emily
informed.
I knew she said that to make her comfortable
with going to dinner with me.
“Emily, you’re killing me,” I said in a joking
way.
“Oh shut up. I did something you didn’t have
the ba-lls to do. And I can’t see why you
couldn’t ask her yourself. Jasmine is beautiful.
Just like the flower indeed,” she snapped,
rising from the chair and taking her bag into
her hand. “Well, I’m leaving you two love birds
alone now. I have a salon appointment,” she
added, ma-king her way to the door.
“I’m sorry,” I said once Emily left.
I have one of craziest sisters in the world.
“That’s alright. I like your sister. She has
Zenia’s personality, so I’m used to this. So, are
you really going to ask me to the dinner, or
was that all just a show?”
“The dinner is going to happen at my parents’
house and I am inviting you to come along
with me.”
“But wouldn’t Miss Hills be offended by that?
Usually, the meeting the whole family thing is
for the couple, not the employer and his
employee,” Jasmine said.
“That’s what you’ll think if we were to be
together?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.
“Employer-employee relationsh!p?”
She remained silent, searching her br@in for the
right answer. My eyes locked onto her b©dy
and I couldn’t help but to undress her with
them. She was a fascinating woman.
“No strings attached?” she finally asked.
I let out a laugh. “Jasmine, are you serious
right now? You don’t have to come if you don’t
want to. It’s just that my father has been
asking about you, and mom is rather
inquisitive, also. Plus, I got Emily on my back
like a tick and, also, that voice in my head,
which is on your side too.”
She let out a cute laugh.
“If you’re not comfortable going with me, I
wouldn’t f0rç£ you to. But it’s just a friendly,
casual dinner. Think of it like a job function
then, if that would float your boat.”
She nodded. “I’ll go.”
“Great. I’ll pick you up at 6:30.”
“Was she telling the truth about the time off
thing, because–”
“You can leave right now.”
“Thank you.”
She got up to leave but I found myself
st©pping her and pu-lling her into my arms.
“Are you scared of me?” I asked her softly in
her ear. I felt her b©dy shivering in my grasp
and I sm-irked to myself. I had an effect on her
and I liked it.
“No, I’m not,” she said, not even looking me in
my eyes.
“Well, why can’t you even look at me?” I asked
her, titling her head upwards so that I was
seeing into those beautiful brown eyes she
possessed.
“I’m looking at you now,” she said, giving me a
smile.
Myl-ips crashed down on hers and I was even
happier when she didn’t push me away this
time. Her hands went around my n£¢k instantly
in support. I k!$$£d her pas-sionately and very
slowly. She had the softestl-ips.
“I’ll see you this evening?” I asked between
k!sses.
“Yes,” she answered as we broke ap@rt.
She looked at me unbelievably. “Why did you
k!ssme?”
“I’ll tell you when I see you this evening.”
She nodded then moved past me and I took
another opportunity to pu-ll her into me again. I
can’t explain why, but my b©dy was acting like
a magnet; I wanted to stay connected to her.
“Get home safely,” I heard my own voice
saying.
“Thank you, and I will.”
I wanted to let her go but I held onto her for
another minute or so.
“Bye,” she let out.
“Bye,” I replied. I re-leased her and watched her
walked out the door.
I don’t want to see Jasmine walk out my life
because it would definitely hurt to see her go.
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*THE HOLLEN SERIES 02*
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Jasmine’s POV
“ZENIA! ZENIA!” I called for my sister as soon
as I entered my ap@rtment.
I rushed to her be-droom where I found her
hiding her che-st area with a be-d sheet and a
male voice was coming from the computer. I
only managed to get a quic-k look at him.
He had sandy brown hair and hair and brown
eyes.
“Jesus! Jasmine what are you doing home so
early?” she asked with a panic and shut the
computer.
“Girl, were you having a S-x call with some
guy?” I asked with a laugh.
Her face flu-shed with embarras-sment and I
couldn’t help but to laugh even ha-rder. “So
that’s what you do when I’m at work? And I
thought you told me last night that you’re
starting a summer job at Las Chicas Boutique.
Why aren’t you at work?” I folded my arms and
waited for her answer.
She put on her tank t©p and got out of the
be-d. “The manager called me this morning. I’ll
be starting tomorrow afternoon.”
“That’s great. I’m so proud of you.”
“Thanks. I’m willing to help you wherever I can.
The rent is on me this month.”
“No. I want you to save. Open up an account
and save your money.”
“Okay. I’ll do that. Why are you home so early
though? It’s not even 12:00 yet.”
A big smile spre-ad across my face and her
eyes lit up because she knew I had a ju-icy
gossip for her, but I wanted to tease her first.
“So, guess what?” I started.
“What? What? What?”
“I have a dinner d@t£ this evening.”
“br@dley is really desperate,” she said coldly
and sat on her be-d.
“No, girl. I have a dinner d@t£ with Mr. CEO of
Hollen Tower!” I screamed as I did a silly
dance.
Zenia rushed to me with a big hvg and a loud
squeal. “Are you serious? Where’s he taking
you?”
“To his parents house,” I answered as a cold
chill calmed my heated nerves.
“What?” Zenia asked, stepping back. “He’s
alre-ady taking you home to meet his folks?”
“No… Well, yes… It’s more like a business
d@t£ sort of thing.”
“bit-ch, shut up. St©p trying to limit this. He’s
taking you home to his mom and dad for a
dinner d@t£, this is a big deal. He likes you,
Jas-sy. How many rich guys takes their
as-sistants to their family house.”
“A few.”
“Exactly. You’ve made an impact on this man.”
“Girl, whatever! Can you plea-se use some of
your magic on me this evening? I’m dinning
with his mom, dad, sister and younger brother.
I want to make a good first impression,
especially on his mom, since I alre-ady met his
father.”
“Really?”
”Yeah. He c@m£ by the office for a meeting
with his son. Can you believe he hvgged me
instead of shaking my hand like a normal
gentleman? He’s not stuck up for a rich man.
He’s so down to earth and friendly, and funny
too.”
“Jas , this is great. Pl@yyour cards right and
you’ll end up the next Mrs. Hollen.”
I laughed.
Picturing myself getting married to Evan
Hollen. That was almost every woman’s
dream. I would nee-d a very long ladder to
climb to that level.
“Come on, let’s pick out something for me to
wear.”
Zenia loved fashion. We rampaged throu-gh my
closet, looking for the perfect outfit.
“How about this black one?” I asked her.
“No. Black is too average. You’ll look like
another woman he once d@t£d and grew tired
of. You want to stand out, not fit in.”
I rolled my eyes at her. This chick is crazy.
“Okay, well this red one is nice,” I said, taking
the dress off the closet rod and pas-sing it over
to her.
“No. Red is too loud for the first d@t£. You
don’t want to go over the t©p with this. Red is
a powerful color. Save it for the third d@t£.”
I had no idea that there was a color code to
these things but, leave it up to my sister, she’d
alternate everything to fit her fashion ego.
“Move out of the way,” Zenia said, pushing me
aside and standing in the closet. She scanned
my dresses. “Here!” she said, tossing over a
white two piece dress with long lace sleeves.
“This?” I asked alarmingly.
She scoffed at my reaction. “Yes. It’s
respectable enough for his parents, but at the
same time you don’t want to bore him. So the
lace ex-posure should be enough to have those
eyes on you the whole time,” she answered
with a satisfied smile.
I scoffed that time.
“Okay. Lets get started on that hay be-d on your
head.”
“What! My hair isn’t a hay be-d!” I scolded.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
She tossed me my Argan oil shampoo and
conditioner.
After washing my hair and air drying it, I
trimmed my toe nails and had my sister polish
them. I watched her pair the outfit with
accessories and decide on the perfect hairstyle
to put my hair in. Then, finally, it was time to
get dressed.
I stepped out the shower, toweled off my skin,
applied lotion and stepped into my two-piece
dress, very carefully so I wouldn’t leave a mark
on it. The dress hvgged me in all the right
places, but it made my boo-ty looked too hvge
for my liking.
I called Zenia in my be-droom immediately. “I
can’t wear this!” I protested.
“Why?” she asked.
“This is too slutty-ish. Look at this! I have two
as-ses!” I turned my back towards her so she
could have a perfect look.
“Damn girl, you’re going have that man drooling
all over you.”
“Zenia, st©p it!”
“Jas-sy, would you relax! You look great. I don’t
see what’s the problem. You have a nice as-s,
so what? He’ll just sp@ñk it,” she laughed out.
“I’m meeting his parents. I look like a hooker.”
“No you don’t. You look beautiful and so
sophisticated.”
She guided me to the seat at my computer
desk, plugged in my curling iron and began
styling my hair.
“Time for your accessories now,” she said
when she was throu-gh with my hair. She
handed me my pair of black wedges, gold
br@celet and gold n£¢klace, not actual gold
though or else I would have pawned it a long
time ago. “WOW!” she said, taking a step
backwards and admiring her ‘project’ when
everything was complete and I was re-ady to
go.
It was 6:25 pm. I was pacing the sitting room
back and fort, palms sweaty and mumbling
words to calm myself.
“Girl, plea-se settle yourself. You’re acting like a
bloody chicken without a head. Relax!” Zenia
scolded.
“He’ll be here any minute, Zenia,” I said, taking
a seat now.
“Wait! He’s coming here?”
“Yes.”
“bit-ch, you got me looking like a runaway slave
while you’re all on fleek. I can’t meet him like
this!” she ran towards her be-droom.
A knock c@m£ at the door.
Instant panic c@m£ over me.
Calm down. It’s only a casual dinner d@t£.
“Hi,” I greeted as I opened the door to the
handsomeness standing there.
He looked so perfect and down to earth in
plain black jeans, clean white T-shi-t and white
sneakers. His hair sli-cked back to his head,
eyes luminous and a bright smile on hisl-ips.
He really was the most handsome man I’d ever
la-id eyes on. Magazines and television didn’t
do him enough justice.
“Wow, you look so damn beautiful,” he
complimented, which made me form a big
smile. His eyes scanned me as he bit his
bottoml-ip. And I felt the sparks alre-ady.
“Thank you. And so do you,” I complimented
him back.
“So are you re-ady?” he asked.
I nodded yes.
“Oh, I know you’re not about to leave before
introducing me to your d@t£,” my sister blurted
out, coming towards the door.
“I’m sorry. I completely forgot about you,” I
apologized with a small laugh.
“Yes. I can see why,” she said.
Evan flashed a hvge smile. “Hi I’m Evan,” he
said, stepping inside and extending his hand.
She shook it.
“I’m Zenia. Jasmine’s sister. It’s so nice to
finally meet you.”
“Likewise.”
“Bye Zenia,” I ended her staring at him.
Evan walked out and I followed suit.
“Jas-sy wait!” Zenia called. I st©pped in my
path. She c@m£ up and whispered in my ear.
“plea-se tell me what his younger brother looks
like when you get back.”
I couldn’t hold back from a big laugh.
Evan smiled at us as he stood five feet away.
“Girl, bye,” I dismissed her.
She went back indoors and I followed Evan to
his car. He opened the door for me, just like a
gentleman. I got into the pas-s£nger’s side and
he got into the driver’s seat.
“You really look stunning,” he complimented
again.
“Thanks.” I mentally thanked Zenia.
He pu-ll-ed off the pavement and held my left
hand with his right for the entire car ride to his
parents’ mansion.
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We entered throu-gh a hvge golden gate and
drove up to the entrance of a very beautiful
mansion.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking at me as he
parked the car.
I nodded yes. Speechless by the beauty I was
surrounded by.
“You’re nervous. It’s okay. My mom and dad
are not difficult people. I bet she’ll love you
because Dad does.”
I opened the car door and got out when he
did. He c@m£ over to me, held my hand again
and led us throu-gh a glas-s door. “We’re here!”
he called as we entered into a room that was
absolutely breathtaking.
A maid greeted us. “Good evening, Mr. Hollen.
How are you doing?”
“I’m fine Dory. This is my d@t£. Jasmine,” he
introduced me.
“Hello Jasmine and welcome.”
“Thank you,” I said to her.
“This way to the dinning room. Mr. and Mrs.
Hollen will be down shortly, but EJ is alre-ady
at the table. He was very eager to see you
again, and when he heard you were bringing a
d@t£, he went even crazier,” she said as we
followed her pas-s two living rooms. She
opened a door and allowed us to walk in.
A hvge dinning table awaited. And sitting at it,
was the younger image of Evan. I recognized
him from the office.
“Bro!” his excitement got the best of him. He
got up and hvgged his big brother. Evan
returned his embr@ce and tapped him on the
back before ruffling his hair. EJ growled lowly.
“Let me introduce you to my d@t£, Jasmine.
Jasmine this is my little brother, Ethan Junior.
Or you can call him EJ for short.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” I said, extending my
hand. He didn’t take it. He hvgged me instead.
“It’s nice to meet you, too,” he said back, after
re-leasing me from his embr@ce. He was just
like his father.
“Hello,” a cheerful voice said behind us.
Emily had arrived with her d@t£. She was
wearing a green dress, fitting ti-ght at the t©p
and falling loosely at her ankles. I couldn’t get
a clean look at her shoes, but knowing the
wealth these people were sitting on, they had
to be expensive.
Evan greeted his sister and so did I. She
greeted him with a wave but greeted me with a
hvg.
Evan pu-ll-ed out a chair, allowing me to take a
seat. He sat down right beside me, which
calmed my nerves, since I was getting nervous
again by the minute.
The door opened and a couple walked in.
“Hi Halley, hey Martin,” Emily said with a
darling smile.
She wouldn’t call her mom ‘Halley’, so that
definitely wasn’t her. I didn’t recognize them
though.
“That’s my parents’ best friends, Halley and
Martin. They have a son together but he’s
spending the summer with his grandmother,”
Evan said in a whisper to my ears.
“Okay,” I answered back softly, watching as
they take a seat opposite from us.
The doors opened again.
“Hello everyb©dy,” Mr. Hollen greeted. He was
dressed casually like his sons and following
right behind him was a very beautiful black
woman.
That explains it.
My nerves calmed instantly this time. Evan got
up and I followed suit.
“Hi mom,” he greeted her with k!sses on both
cheeks.
“Hi sweetie. How are you?” she asked.
“I’m alright. Mom this is my d@t£, Jasmine
Blackman. Jasmine, this is Emma Hollen, my
mother,” he introduced with a smile, like he
was very plea-sed of letting me meet her.
“Hello, sweetie, and welcome to our home,”
she said instantly and I was pu-ll-ed into another
hvg.
“Thank you,” I replied.
“Have a seat, plea-se,” she gestured.
Evan and I sat down again.
The dinner was being served by two chefs and
Dory.
“Sir, you have another guest,” a man dressed in
a black uniform said as he c@m£ into the
room.
He must be a security guard.
“No. Everyone is here,” Mr. Hollen answered.
“She said she was invited,” he replied.
“Who?” Mrs. Hollen asked, shifting her eyes to
the doors.
“Hello everyb©dy,” Jessica greeted with a
bright smile on her face as she walked in.
Everyone froze, including me.
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*TO BE CONTINUED*