HIS PRIVATE STRIPPER

{He owns Her}

Chapter Fourty.

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Jasmine rubbed her forehead slightly, she's got a migraine. She stared at the glass she'd mistakenly knocked off.

Not long, Martin walked in.

"You're awake baby!" He asked.. she scoffed loudly, as if it wasn't obvious.

Martin walked over to her side, bent and began picking up the glasses.

Jasmine thought of kicking him hard then run away! Yes! maybe she'd do that.

Suddenly, her eyes moved to the side lamp beside her bed. Since he was backing her, it was easy for her to pick up the lamp. Then slowly, she smashed it on his head.

Martin groaned,...