★★★★★ "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
★★★★"What? I am holding myself back because I believed you were married," Jasmine repeated, disbelief evident in her eyes. "You are completely delusional. Trust me, without money, you are nothing to those women who get attracted to you. But I do not fall into that category! Now open the door, I want to leave!" Jasmine demanded, her voice trembling with anger and fear."It is my first time knowing I am unattractive, that’s fine," Damon replied, his voice chillingly calm. "At the same time, I believe money will force you to accept my offer. Tomorrow morning will be very hard for you," he continued, the coldness in his tone sending a shiver down Jasmine's spine.Jasmine stood with her back against the door, her mind racing. What if he really meant what he said? She felt a creeping sense of dread.Damon approached her slowly, brushing her cheeks with the back of his hand. The warmth of his touch contrasted sharply with the coldness in her cheeks. "You are different," Damon whispered, le
★★★★ "You can try that as well, but today you're staying with me," Damon said, a cold edge in his voice as he turned up the heat in the room. "Ah! How could you even think like that? Oh God! You are beyond my imagination," Jasmine spat, her eyes blazing with hatred. Damon's face remained impassive. "Because of the continuous rain, plenty of places are flooded. Not just this town, but many others nearby are under curfew until morning. No matter how desperate you are, there's nothing you can do about it." He reached for the remote and turned on the television, the screen flickering to life with images of the chaos outside. "See for yourself," he said, his tone mocking. "You're not going anywhere." Jasmine watched the news and realized Damon wasn't lying. Even if she managed to leave, she might not make it home. "What am I going to do now?" Jasmine muttered under her breath, anxiety creeping into her voice. "Call your home and let them know you're safe. They might be worried about
★★★★★"I may be immoral and a jerk, but why do I feel like you're a liar, hiding something deep beneath your skin?" Damon's tone was accusatory, his eyes narrowing slightly as he spoke."Why don't you try your skills at the CID Agencies if you're so good at uncovering lies hidden behind masks? Every family has its own past, and I believe yours would be much more complex and intriguing than mine," Jasmine retorted sharply, pulling the lids off the bowl to reveal warm rice, vegetables, and eggs with mushroom gravy.She needed to distract herself with food before Damon could probe any further.Jasmine served herself a generous portion of rice and mushroom gravy, trying to focus on her meal despite the tension in the air."How did you manage to get the food if you can't leave your office?" Jasmine inquired, curiosity evident in her voice."We have a kitchen in my office since I often work late nights here. You can guess how I managed to have food," Damon replied a hint of amusement in his