Burning Love

Zayn Dayton was a wealthy businessman. Sole heir to Dastton International Corporation. The company is everywhere. One of them was the Dastton hotel. The luxury seven-star hotels that have already stood in eleven distinguished countries. Not to mention the automotive company that is booming in Berlin. He had everything to do with material things. It is also a descendant of royal blood in Germany. But his life is full of puzzles from family issues. Until he met a beautiful girl, with a mole on her right cheek. A spontaneous kiss, making Zayn keep thinking of the girl. It's Jasmine Narrena. Who would have thought the Zayn meeting with Jasmine was a story from Zayn's past. Zayn mother's accident. Also adding a line of trouble for them. That business split with the Hazelt Group, so anyone's grudge against the Dayton family took a lot of hits.Zayn wanted Jasmine when Jasmine had a lover, Skay Hazelt. It wasn't easy for Zayn t

"This is what you asked for yesterday, Sir."  Zayn received a map containing important documents from Rick's hand. The assistant stood firm, standing still, before Zayn sent him away. At least Rick should be convinced that the task he's charged with, well done and properly. "There's only a flyin 'girl on the right cheek, who visits Zaraya Boutique day after night, Sir." Rick started to explain. While Zayn was still enjoying reading someone's resume over the paper annex. There were a few photos displayed with a pretty smile decorating there. This handsome man, it seemed, was beginning to like the smile line he was looking at. For a moment, Zayn was like winding time. Some things take it by unknowingly replaying the past in its memory. Zayn's heart lubrived, feeling the warmth of Jasmine's smile. "Her name was Jasmine Narrena. 27 years old. Miss Jasmine lives in an apartment n

The maiden's tramp is contending with then another pedestrian. Around the sidewalks of the road, he stumbled near falling. The catalog in his plastic map was lying on the asphalt. She felt pain in the leg tats. Probably a new shoe effect gift from Kay a week ago. Actually Jasmine prefers heels without heels. A heel and a calf can't even feel a sense of relief when you're forced to wear heels. Since dating Kay, jasmine has been asked to keep up appearances. Sometimes she has to wear a dress with her back exposed at dinner with Kay. Until he gets a cold. Jasmine gave a massage to a sore leg. There are signs of reddish lesions. She had to leave the laptop bag unattended for a while. Her hands turned to find a band-aid in the bag. Busy gluing something on the wound. Suddenly a man with a hat pulled Jasmine's laptop bag and ran into a lightning flash. Jasmin panicked when he realized the laptop was stolen. Boisterous he cried ou

"So where is this going? Finished before it started?" the question of Zayn stabbing janne's emotions again. He likes to seduce his sister. It's rarely done. "Zayn! Stop your nonsense! Didn't you ask me to bring Kay here on business? Don't interfere with personal issues!" Janne talks back with high intonation but low tones, rather than wanting to be the object of another visitor."I feel that I can discuss business next time. Maybe now we'd better enjoy dinner." "What about your girlfriend?" said Kay while cutting up his steak on his wide plate. "Well, I'll cut to the chase. Hazelt wants to work with Dasston, right?"Kay cut the meat and focused on getting a clear Zayn. As for Janne, she had the hunch her brother was demanding terms. "By the way can you give me what I want as well, Mr Hazelt?" "Whatever you need, we'll give y

Zayn has just entered Jasmine's bedroom. I looked around a room filled with maple leaf frescoes. It was warm inside, rising from atan orange. The tray table and table are also arranged in some areas. Almost every piece of furniture is white. Not to miss a black and white painting in the middle wall, standing in front of jasmine jasmine. Jasmine's half-body picture. Looking at a beautifully exposed back with no cover. In the photo her hair was still short but look so  beautiful. Her face turned to the side, affirming her nose. Zayn can lose his temper if he continues to enjoy this beautiful dent in the painting. He sat on one side of Jasmine's bed. Content with looking at the picture that is not real, he is now free to see the graceful maiden in her sleep. Zayn cut a bit of hair off Jasmine's temple. The girl wiggles.Zayn or not, his hand had taken him out. His grasp he hugs and touches the breast. Zayn feels his blood