Y. J. M.

[yelena]

((I haven't found a good name for this..... i know, it's stupid. But anywho, Burai gave me an idea without meaning to. So thanks. and this, so far, is what has came out of that idea. Do forigve my lang...))

Chapter One.

Yelena Jasmine Meson stared out her window. Her father continued to talk to her, well, more of yell. She blocked him out and stared at the grass. Why did she have to be doomed like this? As the only child of James Meson, she was going to be forced to marry one way or the other. She breathed in a deep breath, and looked at her father. He was owner of one of the biggest companies in the world. He was a damn billionaire. And it didn't impress her.

Well her father seemed like a loving man on the outside, she knew different. He was the reason why she was an only child. He was the reason why she had no mother left. It seemed like hours later, but Yelena knew was only a few minutes later, he stopped. The grey in his hair almost made her laugh. He tried to seem as if he was still young, but she knew different.

He was the most annoying man in the whole world. He pushed her to the limit. She knew damn well he didn't care about her. All he wanted was someone to take over after he died. And he wanted it to be family. So his plans were to marry her off. She nodded, pasted a smile on her face, and watched as he left her.

Yelena was bordering the age twenty one. Her birthday was to be in a few weeks. And to her father, she was past the age to marry. He yelled at her almost every week. He tried to get her to date the men he approved of. Men twice her age, which was purely stupid .She wasn't no damn horse to sell. There was no way she was going to be forced to have an old mans kid. Over her dead body would that happen to her. Currently, she was dating some man is his thirties. Her father seemed to adore the man, so it was pretty useless to say no to her lovely father.

A knock on the door sent her mind back to reality. She was sitting in her room, near the window. Everything in her room was professionally done. The color scheme was done by a world famous designer. Hell, her outfit was done by a designer. And it was a simple sundress. OK, take that back. Nothing she owned was simple. It may seem like that, but in the circle she was in, everyone knew that something lay hidden in her dress.

Yelena stared at the door, watching as her best friend slipped into the room, without asking for a reply. Jodison Rasa was one of the people her father hated most. Besides her, of course. Jodi was hell on wheels. She was accepted everywhere, as the daughter of a scientist. Yet she acted like she was a teenager. Three years older then Yelena herself, Jodi dated whoever the hell looked good enough.... For that day, that is.

"Hey jazz. Did he already do his weekly rant?" Jodi said breezily, grabbing a coke from the fridge on her room. Yelena grinned at her friends name for her. Jodi who was a pure Russian thought that the name Yelena didn'y "fit" her well enough. So, her best friend had taken her middle name and shorted it to Jazz. "Yeah. I think I have it memorized already." Unlike her, Jodi wasn't being ordered to marry. Jodi's father said that things happened in time. And that he could care less if she did marry. Well, that was probably because as many people put it, Jodison was a bastard.

"Get that look off your face, girl. It's not gonna go you any good." Jodi warned her. Once again, Yelena was snapped back to the present. She didn't have a poker face, and even if she did, Jodison could read her too well. And that was sad.

"Yeah, yeah Jodi. What did you come here for?" Yelena asked, smiling at Jodi. Jodi had made herself at home, laying on one of the couches, drowning a coke. She ate so blehing much, it was pathetic. Yet she never gained a pound. At all, no matter what she did.

Yelena herself was naturally thing. But then she wasn't as tall as Jodi or anything. She skipped meals most of the time, due to lack of appetite. She almost groaned, knowing that her mind wasn't on the task at hand. She glared at Jodi, blaming her for it.

~~~~~

Jodison glanced at Jazz through half closed eyes. Yelena must be pretty pissed at her father. Not that she could blame her or anything. Hell, growing up with no mother, and a father who didn't care what she did, she had a good life. The only thing that was a must for her was school. But then, if she went to half of the classes, her father was okay with it. Her friend on the other hand was forced to do so many things, the humor that had once been there was no more.

"New club. Tonight. You going?" She asked, draining the last of her coke. Clubbing was a must for anyone that could be called an adult. It was where all the hot guys usually were. It was also where your enemies could be. At that thought, Jodi thought of Cassandra.

Ugh. Cassandra was known for so many things. One was stealing everyone's man. Older by two years, she had been on the honors list all the time. Yet, she was no match to Jazz. That made her grin. Jazz had graduated early, and was damn proud of it. She had excelled in many things, including different languages.

"I wouldn't miss it... But I might be a bit late. Damn date." Jazz's response was. Jodi raised one thing eyebrow. She had no idea who Jazz was going out with. But the anger in her voice was apparent. Whoever it was, he was probably another disrespecting bastard... There was a lot of those men. Hell, almost everyman she knew was one.

Everyone always said men wanted to provide for the women he loves. That's why they got married. Yeah right. Everyone smart enough knew that the men got the women knocked up, and then went off to play with their mistresses. They married for the money they'd get. Jodi grimaced, wishing Jazz had vodka in here. Now was the perfect time for a drink.

Realizing that she was still in her own thoughts, she looked up to meet Jazz's gaze. Jodison blinked, feeling like her world had been turned upside down. "Who's the lucky man?? Was her response, forcing a grim smile. A better question would be, how old is he, or how much money is he being paid. Yet she didn't ask those. Those would just make Jazz sad. And that'd pure suck.

Jodi gave a bored yawn as Jazz searched for an answer. The guy must be older then thirty. Damn Jazz's father. The man was trying to pair his daughter off with one of his friends.

"Early thirties... Not that old." Jazz responded her tone saying to drop the subject. Yet Jodi didn't. She wanted to know about this mysterious guy.

"Name? How long have you been seeing him?" Jodi responded, not giving Jazz a chance to say anything else. Her questions were to the point, and proved she meant business.

"Three months. I don't know Jod. Give or take a few weeks. And his name is Chris something." The response was short and it sounded as if her best friend was bored. Jodi sighed, and looked Jazz up and down. There were shadows under her eyes and she was too thin.

"Chris," she muttered, rolling the name across her tongue... It sounded familiar. She didn't ask the last name, but frowned. There weren't as much Chris's as there were Bens, Nicks and such.

~~~~~

Chris sat at his desk staring at the assortment of papers. Approving these companies wasn't worth it. Yet his boss seemed it think it was. Maybe because he had no other life, or was a complete jackass to everyone. Chris didn't know. Hell, if asked he'd say he cared, but truly he didn't. James Meson was a bastard who got what he wanted by force.

He rubbed his face, and glanced at his laptop. He still had an hour to waste, before he had to get ready for his date. The thought of the women he was going out with made him smile. Damn it, he should have felt horrible. Yelena was forced to date men, because her father threw them at her. Yet in his heart, he was happy that he would be seeing her. Yelena was an angel. In ever blehing form, shape and way. There was nothing wrong with her. She was respectful, would be a perfect hostess....And wife, of course.

Yelena Jasmine would be his wife. Her father had already given him permission. Not that it mattered though. He had never dated a woman for more then a week. Yet he and Yelena had been together for the past three and a half months. He was going to marry her. He didn't care what others would think. It wasn't too soon. Damn it all, he couldn't take not touching her. The gentlemen act was slowly fading.

She was a temptress with her long wavy black hair. Her skin, without her tanning was a light peach color. Her eyes were perfect, an oval shaped. They were a midnight black, compelling promising many things. And her lips.... Oh god, her blehing lips. They were the perfect shape and a gentle pink color.

Chris forced himself to get back to his job. He needed to become old man Meson's partner. And Yelena was the key to all his problems. She'd be a perfect wife, provide him with children and such. Even more, he'd have her. She would be his. No other mans.....

~~~~~

Yelena glanced in the mirror one last time. Jodi had left about thirty minutes ago. Now she was in her dressing room. The room was bigger then most living rooms. Her mirror had three panels, showing herself to her best advantage. She frowned and stared at her image. Her dress went to her upper knees. The two straps were thin and she didn’t show too much cleavage. Her earrings were a string of pure diamonds. She offered herself a small smile. Her heels went perfect with her outfit. She looked like the perfect young lady.

Which she wasn’t. She glanced at her Storm and grinned. Jodi was insane. Really, who the hell asked if dark red or red went well with a leather jacket? Jod did. Texting a quick, ‘Dark red’, she looked in the mirror one last time. Her hair was up, and there was nothing wrong. Ugh….. How she hated to do this. Sure, Chris was a decent man. And sure he wasn’t rude, and looked good but still….. She didn’t want to marry someone she didn’t love, or didn’t love her back.

Grabbing her shawl and purse, Jazz slowly began her descent down the stairs. Her father was waiting for her, his eyes cold. There was a fake smile pasted on his lips. She knew better then to think he was happy for her.

“The limo shall take you to the place. I’m sure Chris will take you home,” was all he said before going to the parlor to get a damn drink. Her eyes narrowed, and her fake smile became taunt. Damn him. How could any man be such a bastard? And to his own daughter? It was quite ridiculous. He didn’t even ask her if she had any plans.. Which she did. She’d have Chris drop her off at the club, or just get a taxi. She was not missing out. No matter what.

Flipping her father off, she stalked out of the house. House was an under estimate. The place was a god damn mansion. It was a prison for her. Yelena nodded to the chauffeur and offered a smile as he opened the door to the limo. The limo had everything on the outside. Everything for business men. But nothing that made her happy. Sure it had a few drinks, but still. It wasn’t much to her. The ride was really about only ten minutes, but it seemed like hours.

When the limo did stop, Yelena sighed. This was one of the best restaurants in New York. It meant that the place would be filled with celebrities. And paparazzi. She braced herself as her door was opened. As expected, there were paparazzi trying to get in. Pathetic, she thought grimly. The blinding flash of lights hit her. Her smile became a false and perfect one. Images were everything to her father. And when she went out like this, it was important to keep a good image up. And she hated every damn second of it.

When she was able to enter the damn place, she spotted Chris waiting for her. He looked good in a suit. There was no tie though, and a few buttons were undone. But still good. Handsome maybe… Jazz shook her head against that thought. Damn it! She had no choice what so ever. Well, that’s what she kept on saying to herself. She almost groaned aloud, knowing that her mind was telling her two different things. Lucky her.

Yelena offered Chris a slight smile, and tried not to flinch as he took her. Bowing over it, he kissed it. Oh, so gallant of a man who was probably only dating her for her money. The thought snapped at her, and she removed her hand from his, her eyes going completely flat. She was sick of this. This damn act men put forward.

She was just an expensive picture on the wall. “Men…” she muttered so Chris couldn’t hear. The way she said it made it seem as if the word was a curse. And to her it was. Really, who would want to date a man who didn’t give a damn for her? As Chris escorted her to the table, her smile slipped for a few mere seconds. Always the gentlemen, she pulled back her chair for her to sit in. Men. The word flared through her mind as she sat down.
When the waiter with the wine came, she shook her head. Hell, is she was gonna go clubbing with Jodi then she wasn’t going to get drunk before she went. She forced a sweet shy smiled as she looked at him from under her eyelashes.

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[Lewis]

So this is a story?

[yelena]

Well, it's the start of one. Not done though. Need to update it.

[yelena]

This is who I'm basing my ppl off of.

Jodison

Jodison Club

Yelena Jasmine Club

Yelena Jazz

Chris

Chris Dinner

Playlist of songs listened to well typing:

Best I've Ever Had-Drake

I Gotta Feeling- Black Eyed Peas

Bad Day- Daniel Powter

You Are My Rock- Beyonce

Ego- Beyonce

Never Ever- Ciara

Fingerprints- Katy Perry

Fire Burning- Sean Kingston

All by The Fray and Keri Hilson.

[Lewis]

Cool cool, cant wait for more!

[yelena]

Chapter one done!!!!!!!!1 Starting Chapter two right now........

[Lewis]

Wow Ive read a couple bits, dont have time right now but will try and read a chunk of it soon! Well done, I dont think I could ever like write a book

[yelena]

Chapter Two

Chris stared at her as she entered the restaurant. Damn it, how was he supposed to last through dinner? She was dressed to give any man hell. His jaw clenched, as he couldn’t resist kissing her hand. He wanted to press a kiss against those lovely lips of hers. Yet he resisted. He had kissed her cheek and the top of her head. But that’s the only places he kissed on her face. Chris didn’t dare kiss her lips. She seemed so… young. And he didn’t want to scare her away.

His eyes followed her gaze to the waiter with the wine. His eyes narrowed as she smiled at the man. He felt the urge to grab the man by the neck, and throw him across the room. His lips pressed together, as he nodded at the man. The red liquid flowed into his cup, and he forced it to his lips. Damn it, he wanted to bash the glass against the mans head. His fingers tightened. Only when the man left did his body relax. Chris looked up to see Yelena looking at him. To any other man it would have seemed as if she was really smiling. But deep inside he knew she wasn’t.

Moments passed in silent. He smiled as he remembered what he had done before. As the waiter came back, he ordered a simple seafood platter for both. Something that he knew Yelena would enjoy, as would he. They talked about small light things. Things that wouldn’t inform her of his plans. Minutes before their food arrived, he nodded his head to a waiter. A dozen roses were given to her, all red. He watched her expression carefully, seeing her really smile. He watched as at first, her eyes had slowly lit up, and her expression went to one surprised to being happy.

He looked at her eyes, and smiled as she looked up to. Damn it, he was acting like a lovesick puppy. Yelena blushed slightly as there eyes held, and then looked down, biting her lower lip. “Thanks.” He sighed as her voice made his temperature rise. He wanted to reach over and stroke her face. Hell, he wanted to get the hell out of the place, and spend hours just talking to her. A small silence filled the table and he looked at his glass of wine. Why wasn’t there a book on what to say to a woman? He was about to say something when the waiter came with their food.

He stared at his. Lobster, clams, shrimp, salmon, lovely. He was about to dig in, when he heard a gasp from across the table. He looked up to see Yelena’s pale face.

~~~~~

Yelena Jasmine stared at her plate. Sure, she liked seafood, and this was an interesting way to serve it, but that wasn’t why she was staring. She was staring at the ring. A single ruby, surrounded by little pearls was the main piece. On the gold band were little diamonds. Then on each side, was an onyx gem. Wow… Very expensive… But why the hell was it on her plate?

Jazz’s eyes met Chris’s as he stared at the ring. Then before she could blink, he was out of his chair. And then on one knee. She watched numbly as he took one of her limp hands.

“Yelena, baby. Yelena, sweetie,” his voice was like a golden caress. He stroked her hand gently as he spoke. His other hand grabbed the ring, and he held it. Jazz stared into his eyes as he asked a question she didn’t expect. “Will you marry me, sweetheart?” His voice was soft, yet there was a note of kindness in it. And that snapped her back to the real world.

Her whole expression turned dark, and tears prickled in her eyes. She yanked her hand back and stood up. Everyone was looking at them surprised. When Chris moved to pull her close, she stepped away, grabbing her purse.

“How dare you?!” Yelena shrieked, tears pouring down her face. She should’ve known. “Did my father pay you to ask me that, or did you do it for his damn company?” She snarled at him. One of her hands went protectively to her chest. Of course her father had made Chris ask her. Force them together, make her like him as a friend, and then order him to ask the question. “What in the world makes you think I’d marry a selfish son of a b****?! One that is only in it for the f***ing money! Damn it, I wouldn’t care if you were stabbed repeatedly, then thrown in a muddy pit to die in hell! You are a pure, unchangeable, unlovable bastard!”

And as the last word came out, in a mix of tears, she turned on her heel and left the room. An awkward silence followed her leave.

~~~~~

His whole body tensed as he watched Yelena leave. How dare she? She had had no right whatsoever to call him those cruel names. She had thrown out words in her own damn despair. He stood up, his appetite fading. She threw money on the table and stormed out, the ring in his clenched fist.

Yelena would marry him. He’d force her if he had to. It didn’t matter how. He would marry her. The image of Yelena in a white wedding dress made him smile. Then he remembered her words. Damn her… He looked around quickly to see if she was anywhere near. bleh… Where the hell was she? He frowned, knowing that the paparazzi were flashing pictures of him left and right. Yet none of it mattered. Only Yelena mattered to him. And where she was. He growled, and made his way through the people to his car. When he reached it, he yanked the door open furious. Snapping his phone open, he called Jazz’s father.

After a few question from the man, which Chris wasn’t able to answer, he broke in. “She said no damn it! And she left. Is she with you?” Chris’s question’s were quick and didn’t betray the fact that he was worried for Yelena. Damn it. Why had she said those things to him? His temper rose as her father said she wasn’t there. bleh. Where the hell was she? He slammed his hand against the dashboard, said a quick goodbye, and hung up. Where the hell was she?

~~~~~

As Chris was talking to her father, Yelena arrived at the new club. Her tears had dried, and she had forced a smile on her face. She knew that once inside, Jodi would find her, and probably make her laugh. Jazz closed her eyes for a few seconds, and then waltzed up to the man at the door. Sure there was a line, but that didn’t matter to her. She gave the man a blinding smile, and flashed him her ID and a bill. Within seconds she was let in. She looked at the club, and sighed. It was like all other clubs. The theme was a purple neon color. It was sort of annoying. It didn’t look that bad at all. The dance floor was big, but not much compared to some others. The lights were dimmed, and the music was pure hip hop. Lovely.

She went to the bar and ordered vodka on ice. It took a while to weave her way through the crowd. Ugh. Once getting the drink, she gulped it within seconds. A shudder rippled through her body as the alcohol seared a path down her stomach. Yelena forced a smile, and turned around. She saw Jodi making her way to her, and nodded once. When Jodi came near her, the bartender had already had a beer for her.

“I’m guessing you’ve been drinking,” Jazz said, softly, raising her eyebrows to Jod. She was rewarded with Jod rolling her eyes. Jodi was used to clubbing. It wasn’t a big surprise she had already been drinking enough for the bartender to know what she was drinking. Getting a refill of her vodka, she lifted her glass up to Jodi. “Cheers,” Yelena toasted, smiling.

She grimaced as she shot back the vodka. Jodi gave her a grin, before nodding to one of the corners. Oh god. Hawtie alert. The man was wearing thin slacks and a black top. You couldn’t tell exactly what color his undershirt was. “White, si?” Jodi asked, surprising her. Of course Jod was looking at him too. “I guess.” Jazz said, sighing softly.

Sure they guy looked nice. Still, she wasn’t attracted to him. He was probably a man-w****. Yelena immediately hated herself for thinking that. Damn it. Just because she was furious at Chris didn’t mean she had to think the same about every man. She looked up to see Jodi looking at her oddly. As they met eyes, she knew Jod wanted an explanation. She shrugged and said four words. “Father ordered Chris marry.” The sentence didn’t make sense, but she saw anger flash in Jodi’s eyes.

Oh yeah. Jodi was like a protective bear when it came to certain subjects. And one of those subjects was her father and marriage. She watched as Jodi’s face turned dark, and her lips went into a thin line. Oh hell no.

“That money hungry son of a witch! Îí äàæå íå çàñëóæèâàåò íàçâàíèå äëÿ òîãî ÷òîáû áûòü îòöîì. Îí áóäåò ñâîëî÷üþ, âìåñòå ñ êàæäûì äðóãèì ÷åëîâåêîì â ìèðå.” Jodi snapped out in Russian.

Yelena’s whole body went still, and she stared at her friend. Wow. Language or what? She whistled softly, and grinned. She knew Russian and Jodi had basically called every man in the world a bastard. And said her father wasn’t worthy of being called a father. She shook her head, sort of pleased that Jodi would stand up for her.

Yelena shrugged and made a face at Jodi. Her father had been doing this for three years. It wasn’t anything new. But what was new was the way Chris had talked to her. She shuddered, as all warmth left her. No man was worth trusting. She had learned that a long time ago. No man was worth the pain. No one. The pain was a razor blade cutting through you’re skin and to your heart. Men controlled the blade. One second, it may seem harmless as the man is being nice, but the next it can be menacing, a enemy as the man loses control and...

She was jolted out of her thoughts by Jodi shaking her arm. Jodi’s eyes were full of worry. “Come on. We’re going home.” Her Russian friend said, giving the bartender a bill.

“Jod, we don’t have to leave... I’m fine,” she said sighing. She hated knowing that she was ruining Jodi’s night. Hated it. She also hated knowing she had to face her father when she got home. Her friend shook her head softly. Glancing at her phone, her eyes widened. It was late. Odd. Time must have past well she had been thinking.

Without even noticing it, she was out of the damn club. Jodi was next to her, frowning. Yelena raised one hand to her head, and groaned. She wasn’t a drinker. Yet she had drunk that damn vodka… How the hell was she supposed to make it through the rest of the night? Letting her head drop, she smiled and gave Jodi a quick hug. They exchanged quick byes, and get home safely, before Jodi went to her car. That left her to get a taxi.

It wasn’t that hard to get one. It was, like what, a Friday? Within minutes she was in a taxi on her way home. And frowning. Oh, her father would be up. Trust Chris to call him. Jazz muttered a few unladylike words under her breath. As the taxi stopped in front of her fathers house, she tossed him a few bills.

Getting out of the car she tried to slip inside the house without being noticed. Tch. With her heels, that was impossible. Not to mention the fact that the butler said good evening to her in an overly loud voice. She almost groaned out loud. Damn it to hell.

“Mademoiselle Meson?” the butler said politely. Yelena turned her gaze to him. Her eyes were glittering onyx jewels. They were the night, without any stars. They were the leader of shadows. And they warned everyone off. Her smile has disappeared long ago. She didn’t care about her damn appearance! She wanted to be loved! Tears glittered in her eyes. They were two pools of black.

“Monsieur Meson wants to talk-“ The butler was cut off as a sharp piercing angry voice broke into him. The voice came from the grand staircase.

“You little unworthy s***! How dare you turn down such an offer?!” Jazz turned around to meet the gaze of her angry father…

~~~~~

[Lewis]

Wicked! Just a quick question how long does it take you to write each chapter?

[yelena]

Well, if I'm not posting here, or wasting my time maybe a day and a half. I like to redo my stuff a few times, so it takes a bit longer to get everything on here. I usually like to write at least 30 paragraphs, so it doesn't take that long. If i do more, it takes two to three days depending on length.

[Lewis]

30 paragraphs? Geez thats a lot, do you just naturally write them or do you have to think about it quite a bit?

[yelena]

Matters if I have an idea in my head. If i do, I can clear about 3-4 paragraphs in less then 20 mins. If I have to research wht I write, it'll be a bit stressed. I'm a natrual writer.

[yelena]

Chapter Three.

The tears in her eyes left, as if they had never been there. Her father’s figure was aggressive, and she braced herself for whatever he may do. Jazz didn’t trust him one bit. And she had every right not to trust him. He was trying to marry her off to the highest bidder pretty much. And she hated him for it. Yelena bit her lip, and raised one slender eyebrow. All expressions left her face.

Instead of getting the blow she had braced herself for, she was very promptly yelled at. It surprised her, because her father could interrupt into violence at-

“Are you even listening to me, Yelena Jasmine?” She was broke out of her thoughts as her farther yanked her chin up so their eyes met. It looked as if he was tempted to hit her. “You are the most ungrateful daughter there is. You are nothing but a wh**ing child, dependent on men to protect you,” her farther sneered at her. James Meson’s voice had dropped so it was ice cold. His hand was pressed hard enough that she could get a bruise. “Let me make this clear to you. You marry that man or so f**king help me, I’ll through you out on those damn streets just like that bit*h of your mother.”

That pushed Jasmine. Her whole body went even stiffer, and she wrapped her hand around her father’s wrist. She yanked at his hand, then without a word, went up the stairs. She stopped in front of an expensive vase near the top of the stairs. Small tears fell from her midnight eyes. Without even thinking about it, she knocked the vase down so it fell into tiny pieces down the stairs. Then she turned her head, glancing over at her father’s stunned face. “If you thought she was a bit*h, why did you bother marrying her?”

Her voice was soft, and without waiting for a reply, she almost ran to her room. By the time she slammed the door shut, she was full out crying. Her father’s threats didn’t bother her. Hell, it was what he has said about her mother. Yelena threw herself on the bed, sobbing. She buried her head in her hands, and cried unashamed.

~~~~~

Chris stared at the house. Yelena’s father had called him about twenty minutes ago. He had said along the lines that she had returned home, and he could see her, if he wished. And he didn’t his to. Didn’t want to. He needed to see Yelena. Needed to run his fingers through her hair and hold her close. Tell her she was precious. He sighed, and forced himself to stare at the house.

It belonged to her father, but Yelena lived here more then James did. Very expensive, everything on the grounds was professional. He could image the inside was the same way. It was amazing how Yelena could live here. She stroke him as the type of person who liked plain things. She never drank in front of him. Never. It was something that he never bothered to ask about. She also never ate meat around him. She didn’t have a figure to keep watch of. She was perfect, the ways she was.

He blinked, and forced his thoughts aside. Chris opened the door, and yanked his keys out. Locking the car, he walked confidently up to the damn door. The image of Jazz leaving the restaurant flashed through his head over and over. She had made a damn fool of him. He was a bit mad at her about that, but then, that wasn’t as important as the curses she flung at him. She wasn’t the little lady he thought she was. Jazz had never said a word about her father, yet shove that on him right there? Worst possible time, might he add.
Chris took a deep breath, and then right before he could knock on the door, it opened. He stood face to face with a butler who looked like he had seen better times. What the hell was going on here? He heard more then saw James Meson using a stream of profanities that wasn’t fit for a household. Actually, James wasn’t anywhere in sight. He spotted the vase on the ground and frowned. What the hell had happened here? Entering the mansion, he sighed. Everything was so impersonal. Not even he could live here. The butler led him to Meson.

Chris forced a completely polite smile and shook Meson’s hand. He was his boss. And soon to be father-in-law. Meson gave him a quick smile, and spoke softly. “Yelena Jasmine is upstairs. In her room,” Chris nodded and took it as a dismissal. As he left the room quickly and headed for the stairs, a thought hit him. Why was Jazz always called Yelena Jasmine. Whenever the two would go out, everyone called her Yelena Jasmine. Yet he had head her friend, Jodison call her Jazz. He shook the thought away, and sighed.

Chris stopped at the top of the stairs, and looked at the array of doors. The butler had whispered to him that Yelena’s room had the double black doors. God. It was at the end of the haul. When he reached it, he was about to knock, then stopped himself. She wouldn’t let him in if she knew who it was. Instead, he careful twisted the doorknob. When it opened he came in…

To a sitting room. Damn. What the hell was this, she got a whole blehing wing? Chris sighed, and then moved to where a door was. It opened to a room where it looked like coats were kept. He sighed, and the turned and went over to the other door. This time it opened to what seemed to be a cost type room. Going through it, he was right. It was a walk in closet. Dresses, skirts, shorts, tops, shoes, everything was here. After what seemed a mile of clothes, there was another door. Opening it, he spotted the bedroom. And on the bed was Yelena Jasmine. Crying…
His whole body stopped as he heard the soft tears. Oh god… She couldn’t have been crying the whole time? Could she? The thought hit him and made him ashamed. He stared at the image. Mon Dieu. It was like making an angel cry. Yelena was still dressed in the clothes she had worn before to dinner. Even the heels were still in place on her feet. The only thing that was different was that her hair spilled across her back and arms. And the tears…

“Yelena Jasmine,” he whispered softly. Without even noticing it, he had moved closer to her, so he was at the edge of her bed. He sank onto the bed, and then ran his fingers softly through her hair. He hated it. Hated seeing and hearing her cry like this. “Yelena Jazz,” he said softly, this time gently. He pressed a soft kiss against the back of her head.

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Yelena moved, sort of mad that someone was here. But then she heard the voice. A small shudder rippled through her. Chris… “Chris,” She said softly, in between tears. She rolled over, to try and get his fingers out of her hair. Then her eyes met his. His were gentle… And caring. God, how she hated the look.

[yelena]

CHANGED!!!!!!!!!!