★★★★Damon took in her flushed skin and her satisfied face. He gave her time to catch her breath, even though he was hardened like steel, while the desire in his eyes deepened, a craving consuming his thoughts. The only thing he could see was having Jasmine completely.Jasmine opened her eyes and stared at Damon's face, realizing how intimately he had touched her, as if no boundaries had ever existed between them. Despite the initial shock, the sensation was deeply satisfying, igniting an unfamiliar but intense longing she had never truly encountered before."We shouldn't stop," Damon murmured, his voice husky with desire. His gaze traced a path from her eyes to her lips, then further down to her breast. Jasmine felt a rush of embarrassment and instinctively covered herself with her hand.Damon's head tilted as he closed the distance between them, his arm encircling her waist. "You are beautiful in my eyes. You can hide them, but you can't remove them from my thoughts," he said softly
★★★★ As the morning light began to seep into the room, Jasmine woke not from the daylight but from a strong, insistent sensation on her body. Blinking sleepily, she opened her eyes to find Damon sucking her breast, his hand possessively resting on her thigh. She could feel his arousal pressing against her leg. Instantly, she jolted up, her voice sharp with shock. "What the hell are you trying to do so early in the morning?" Damon lifted his face from her breast, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I'm just getting my protein for the day," he said, smirking before taking in her breast again in his mouth. Jasmine's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and irritation. She pushed him away with more force than she intended. "You're a fucking pervert! Ugh!" She quickly got out of bed, realizing her nakedness. Grabbing the sheet, she wrapped it around herself, glaring at him. "Where are my clothes?" Damon propped himself up on one elbow, an amused and satisfied smile playing at the c
★★★★ "Enter," Grandfather said. His tone was old but authoritative. Cindy stepped in and stood at the door, her face a mixture of frustration and sadness. "I am tired, Grandpa. Damon is not the person you think he will become after marriage. I prepared food, and I waited like a good wife should, but he disappointed me again," Cindy's voice trembled with the weight of her stress and disappointment. "My girl, what happened? What did he do now?" Grandfather asked, his tone softening with concern. "I've seen you making food for him. Has he been rude to you?" His love for Cindy was as strong as his love for Damon, and seeing her distressed pained him. "Rude? No," Cindy replied, shaking her head. "He didn’t even come home. He promised he would, which is why he forced me to leave the party early. My friend said he left the party soon after me, but he didn’t come here, nor did he go back to the villa. Where could he have gone? How can I not know where he is?" Grandfather sighed deeply, le
★★★★Jasmine rolled her eyes, focusing on finding a pan to cook the sausages. "Flattery won't get you anywhere, Damon. I still dislike you."Damon's smile widened, clearly enjoying the banter. "I know. But I have to admit, the more you show your dislike for me, the more determined I feel to win you over."Jasmine ignored him, heating the pan and tossing the sausages in with a sizzle. She grabbed some eggs and started cracking them into a bowl, her movements brisk and efficient.Damon continued to watch her, his expression growing more thoughtful. "You know, Jasmine, you're different from anyone I've ever met. I like that about you."Jasmine paused for a moment, then resumed her cooking without responding. She wasn't ready to let her guard down just yet."Why are you so determined to keep me at arm's length?" Damon asked, his tone more serious.Jasmine sighed, turning to face him briefly. "Because I know how you operate. You charm everyone, and then you move on. I’m not interested in b
★★★★Jasmine didn’t answer further. Instead, she scooped up a spoonful of noodles and ate them hurriedly, not caring how hot they were. Wiping her lips, she placed the bowl in the sink and then made her way to the shopping bag, heading toward her room to change. Her steps were cold and hurried."I think Miss Jasmine is holding back her anger," Paul remarked to Damon as soon as Jasmine disappeared into the room.Damon’s expression hardened. "Keep an eye on her. If she tries to escape with her daughter, make sure she understands there’s nowhere she can hide from me. And if she seeks help from Harley, well, I don’t know what I’ll do," he said with a possessive tone.Paul hesitated, then asked, "If it’s not inappropriate, may I know why you’re so obsessed with her?"Damon’s eyes flashed with irritation. "What? No! I’m not obsessed with her. I just don’t like rebellion. She needs to understand the importance of this project and her role in it."Paul nodded slowly, sensing there was more to
Warning: This story contains numerous steamy scenes. ***** "Dad, please I'm begging you to stop being so cruel toward my mother. She will die if the therapy is not started soon," Jasmine begged, kneeling on the chilly marble floor. Despite her efforts to conceal her tears, her watery face revealed the intense feelings she was experiencing as a result of her father's carelessness. Ever since Ronald fell in love with Kesha, Jasmine's mother became a constant source of annoyance for him. However, he found himself unable to evict her from the house due to the property she owned, which was now under his ownership. "Well, this is your mother's faith, which I believe God bestowed to her because he, too, believes she is useless. I am not going to spend a penny on her. If you want to live with us, I need you to treat that woman the way I do. She might be your mother, but trust me, she's a snake. You know nothing about her," Ronald stated as he lay on the couch, watching TV. At that moment,
****"Jasmine, I know it's tough, but crying won't change things," the woman said softly, setting down a steaming cup of tea in front of Jasmine, who remained huddled by the window, tears streaming down her face.Jasmine's voice cracked with anguish as she bared her soul to Nadia. "I... I can't see a way out, Nadia," she whispered, her words weighted with despair. "I don't own anything valuable to sell, and even if I land a job in some corporate office, it won't come close to covering my mother's treatment. I'm just so exhausted," she admitted."I wish I could offer you a solution, Jasmine. Even if I could get you a job at my office, it wouldn't be enough to cover your mother's treatment," she said softly, her hand resting tenderly on Jasmine's shoulder, offering what comfort she could. "And I... I don't have any savings to help you out either," Nadia confessed, her own heart heavy with helplessness."It's alright, Nadia. I appreciate your willingness to help, especially when my own f
The following day*****Jasmine clutched her phone, eyes fixed on the message on the screen. On one hand, the news that she was the chosen candidate brought a rush of relief. Yet, a gnawing fear crept in, leaving her body tense and her mind clouded. It was not an exaggeration to say that they had given her the option to step back, but she felt compelled to proceed in order to secure the money."Excuse me, ma'am! We've arrived," the cab driver spoke up, noticing the woman in the backseat showing no sign of intending to exit the vehicle.Jasmine startled, jerking upright and opening her eyes to gaze out the window.The cab driver, sensing something amiss, spoke out of concern, "Is everything alright with you, ma'am?""Hu..." Startled, Jasmine turned around and forced a tight smile. "Yes, sir. I'm fine," she replied. As she spoke, she felt beads of sweat forming on her forehead, her palms clammy with nervousness."Okay then," the cab driver responded before starting the engine and drivi