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★★★★"Dante, come here," Cindy said with a displeased voice. She did not like how that unknown woman was holding him as if she were his mother. It stung Cindy because Dante had never allowed Cindy to hold him that way, despite her spending the majority of her time with him.Dante looked at Cindy coldly before turning to his father. "This is why I didn't tell you about this," he said, his tone icy.Damon, noticing the tension, let go of Cindy's hand and approached Dante. He picked him up in his arms, saying firmly, "I didn't ask her!"Jasmine stood nearby, feeling increasingly confused. "Why does it feel like there's a theatrical drama unfolding here?" she thought, examining the dynamics. "There's no genuine emotion in their eyes. Dante seems disgruntled to see his mother. What's going on?""I don’t like how they talk to Pretty Lady!" Dante exclaimed to his father, his small voice filled with indignation.Damon looked directly at the woman, his expression hardening. "Did you hear that?
★★★★★ "Actually..." Jasmine parted her mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by Dante. "Dad, try it, it’s yummy!" he said excitedly, holding out his ice cream. Damon glanced at Jasmine before turning to his son. "I don’t like ice cream," he replied flatly. Jasmine shifted her attention to Dante, hoping to ease the tension between him and his mother. "What about your mother?" she asked, simultaneously, making it clear to the shopkeeper that she wasn’t Dante’s mother. "She is not—" Dante began to clarify, but Cindy’s voice cut him off. "Since I maintain a strict diet, I usually avoid sugar," Cindy interjected, her words laced with a strong taunt. "You wouldn't understand." Jasmine turned around and faced Cindy with a smile. "Yes, I won't understand," she said, her smile unwavering. She crossed over to a seat with her ice cream, Dante following close behind. Before settling in, he looked back at Cindy. "She’s an actress and quite popular!" he announced proudly, then joined Jasmine
★★★★★"Dad, don’t you want to meet Payne?" Dante asked sweetly as he leaned on the seat. They were heading toward their house, the sun casting long shadows on the road ahead."Why would I?" Damon questioned nonchalantly, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Jasmine leaving. There was a certain sensation left within him, an emptiness he couldn't quite shake off. Her departure lingered in his mind, casting a shadow over his usually composed demeanor."Not so important," Dante replied, his tone casual but with a hint of mischief. "But since the pretty lady knows me well, you should meet Payne."Damon's curiosity was piqued, despite his attempt to appear uninterested. "What are you planning at?" he questioned, moving his head slightly to look at his son, trying to gauge his intentions. "You’ve been talking about Payne quite a bit. Is there something I should know?""No, nothing special. Since the pretty lady did so many things for me, I think you should do something for Payne as well," D
★★★★★ "Who’s there?" Jasmine called out, her voice trembling slightly. The lights turned on abruptly, flooding the room with harsh brightness. Jasmine blinked against the sudden glare and saw Paul sitting at the judge's panel with another man. A surge of anger shot through her as she immediately assumed Layla might be involved in this. It seemed like a prank designed to humiliate her. "Are you kidding me?" Jasmine's voice rose, her frustration palpable. "I thought there would be an audition here. I rushed all the way to this place for nothing! What is going on?" Paul leaned back in his chair, a calm smile playing on his lips. "Well, you are on the stage, and I am sitting at the judge's panel. What do you think we are doing here?" Jasmine glared at him, struggling to keep her anger in check. "I can't believe you would pull something like this. Is this some kind of joke to you?" The other man, who had been quietly observing, stood up and addressed her. "He is the producer, and you
★★★★"I have enough money to offer you, is that what you wanted?" Paul's angered voice did not lower down, resonating through the dimly lit room."I said move back from me! You're making me repulsed more and more!" Jasmine spoke distastefully, her eyes narrowing with disdain."Why can others touch you, but not me? You used to be mine, and I have never gotten what I wanted!" Paul shouted, his grip tightening as he adamantly held her against the wall. His breath simmered with anger, hot and heavy against her skin.Jasmine couldn't take it anymore. With all her strength, she punched Paul in the face, making him stagger back. "Get away from me!" she shouted. "I love someone else. And I'm glad I chose someone else over you because you are disgusting!"Paul clutched his face, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and rage. "You'll regret this, Jasmine," he spat out. "I promise you, you'll regret this."Jasmine gave him a long, piercing glare before heading toward the exit. She wouldn't forget
★★★★ As the car sped along the wet road, two drenched figures sat inside, their expressions stoic. "I live near the East Park," Jasmine said, her gaze fixed firmly ahead. "Second lane of Christian Road." Damon glanced at Jasmine, noting her soaked clothes clinging to her frame. "My office is close by," he replied after a moment. "I need to change before I can drive you home." Jasmine's eyes flickered with irritation as she turned to face him. "You're not a child. A little wetness won't make you sick." She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the damp fabric pressing against her skin. Placing a hand over her chest, she became increasingly aware of her predicament. "Besides," she added, her voice tinged with annoyance, "it's not like staying in wet clothes for a bit will kill you." Damon breathed deeply, his eyes lingering on Jasmine. "You know," he said, breaking the silence, "your appearance is distracting. Even though you’re not trying, there's something about you that keeps drawin
★★★★"What is this? Ah! You act like some sort of candy I was about to snatch from you," Harley exclaimed, disbelief etched across his face. Jasmine, equally surprised, glanced at Damon's wide back. She had merely intended to shake hands with the man who had been kind enough to save her from falling, but Damon had swiftly moved her behind him, shielding her like a gust of wind."Because she should not touch you," Damon blurted out. He knew his response was weak and lacked a solid reason. The possessiveness that surged through him was hard to justify, even to himself.Harley's smirk widened, sensing Damon’s discomfort. "I believe she isn’t germophobic like you, nor is she your new plaything?" His words were laced with mocking amusement.Jasmine’s face flushed with anger and humiliation. Harley’s insinuation hit her hard, confirming the fears she had been battling. She stepped out from behind Damon abruptly, her eyes blazing. "Excuse me?" she snapped, her voice sharp and clear. "I am ne
★★★★★ "Your woman? Do you really think I'm just another one of those girls you hook up with anytime, anywhere?" Jasmine's voice was laced with disappointment and simmering anger as she confronted Damon. With a surge of frustration, she shoved him with all her might, her muscles tense with pent-up emotion. Spinning on her heel, she attempted to storm out of the room, only to find the door stubbornly refusing to yield. "Open the damn door!" she seethed, her voice echoing off the walls. Damon took a deep breath, his jaw clenched in irritation as he met her fiery gaze. "So, how do you plan on compensating me because your twenty-four hours are up now," His words dripped with sarcasm as he strode over to the wardrobe, his movements sharp and purposeful. With a swift motion, he slid open the wardrobe door and retrieved another shirt, his frustration evident in the way he yanked it off the hanger. "I don't have time for this nonsense," he muttered under his breath, his tone tinged with