Chapter 344: Nightmares Revisited
That night when Jasmine went to sleep, she had a particularly gruesome nightmare. Like how Alex had previously afflicted Aisha with the idea of losing him to Ali. He had decided to employ his strategy a second time around, rather than simply molesting the girl in her sleep, who by now would simply consider such a thing a good dream.
The setting of this nightmare was simple. Iran had come under invasion by several of its enemies. And Oman recently forging an alliance with Saudi Arabia was naturally one of these enemies. Overnight, the enemy alliance launched a bombing raid over Iran’s skies, one which left its capital in a sea of flames.
And it was on a night that Jasmine and Alex were supposed to meet for dinner, no less. As Jasmine gazed in horror at the building which Alex had agreed to meet her in, she could see in the flames two distinctive figures.
One of which was Alex, who had bene pinned beneath the burning rubble of the building. The other, however, was an Omani paratrooper, or what appeared to be such a man. However, his face and figure were that of none other than the Crown Prince of Oman himself.
A man that Jasmine was naturally aware of due to her father’s position in the Iranian Military. When Jasmine gazed upon the man, he was pointing a loaded handgun at Alex’s head, while wearing a sadistic smile on his face.
The words he said confused Jasmine, who tried to rush forward and stop him, but it was too late.
“You fucking whore! Spreading your legs for this infidel! I hope you burn in hell for your sins!”
But Alex did not immediately want to make a move. He knew he would not fully convince the woman to flee from Iran with him until after he had maxed out her affection, and that was his ultimate goal. I mean, it was not like a family like hers, or Aisha’s would ever accept the idea of marrying their daughter off to an infidel. And an American infidel at that.
Because of this, Alex began to concoct a plan to distance himself from Jasmine, something that would drive her crazy, as she was now officially hooked under his spell. And thus he maintained himself over the coming days, being busy spending time with the girl’s father, and ensuring that as much weapons and munitions made it to Mexico as possible.
After all, the moment Alex eloped with Jasmine, the Iranian Government would cut off their supply to Los Zetas. And Alex would once more make a powerful enemy in the form of the IRGC. Not that he really cared. I mean, he did make an enemy out of the Deep State, and they couldn’t even kill him despite multiple attempts on his life.
A 4th rate power like Iran was of no threat to Alex. And thus he was more than happy to make an enemy out of the entire Theocratic state if it meant getting his hands on Jasmine and taking her away from such a place.
I mean, really, Alex’s goal was to complete this damn Manga and gain his ultimate reward. And to do that, he needed to conquer Jasmine. Or so he told himself. After all, Alex was not the type of man who could easily come to the conclusion that, after pursuing so many heroines, many of which were good and honest women who genuinely loved him. That he too was beginning to change from who he had been in his past life.
But such introspection was beyond Alex’s current emotional evolution, and thus for the time being his only plans were conquering heroines, and gaining profit. Thus, Alex would spend the next two weeks avoiding any form of physical intimacy with the Persian beauty who had already fallen for him.
During his brief encounters with the woman, he would tease her just enough to make her more frustrated, before running off and doing something else. It was a truly maddening state of affairs, one that caused the young woman to finally break after only a fortnight. But that is a story for another time.