Collins grilled his teeth, fighting the surge of violence that urged him to wipe the smirk off the best man's face, tear his arm From Jasmine's waist, and break the fingers that were feeling their way up the erotic curve of her spine.

'She's very beautiful.' His mother's voice filtered through the battle roar in his ears. He wrenched his gaze from the couple on the dance floor and managed a foggy look.

'What?' he asked, not having caught what she was talking about.

An amused smile teased his loss of rapport with her. 'Favour's sister, jasmine . Don't tell me you haven't noticed how striking she is. You've been...