Chapter 98 Belong to me
JASMINE
Each step made my heart beat faster.
He stopped directly in front of me. I couldn’t move, his eyes locked onto mine before drifting downward again, lingering on the exposed skin of my legs.
My fingers tightened around the towel instinctively. He stood only a few inches away from me, then he leaned closer, his nose brushed lightly against my neck as he inhaled slowly.
“Delicious,” he murmured huskily.
My breath caught in my throat.
Before I could even respond— “Jasmine!”
Richelle’s voice called from outside the room.
Panic shot through me instantly.
My hands flew to Damien’s chest, pushing lightly.
“D-Damien,” I whispered urgently. “Richelle’s here!”
He didn’t move.
If anything, his arms wrapped around my waist.
My heart jumped. “Let her knock,” he murmured casually. His lips brushed softly against the sensitive skin below my ear.
My knees nearly gave out.
“Damien!” I hissed. The door suddenly swung open, Richelle stepped inside and froze.
Her eyes widened dramatically. “Oh—!”
Her gaze jumped from Damien… to me… to the towel. Her mouth dropped open. “Oh my God—!”
Damien, the absolute menace, chose that exact moment to pull me even closer against him.
My face turned crimson. “Richelle!” I gasped.
She quickly turned around, covering her eyes with both hands.“Okay! Okay! I didn’t see anything!” she said quickly. “I definitely did not see anything!”
I buried my face into Damien’s chest in humiliation.
“Richelle, wait!” I called.
“I’m leaving!” she announced loudly. “Take your time! Clearly you’re… busy!”
The door slammed shut behind her.
Silence filled the room.
Then Damien chuckled.
Actually chuckled.
I slowly lifted my head to glare at him.
“Seriously?” I demanded.
He looked completely amused. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself,” he said casually.
My eyes widened in disbelief. “Enjoying—?!” My face burned even hotter. I quickly slipped away from him and rushed into my closet, grabbing the first clothes my hands touched.
“I hate you,” I muttered under my breath.
His laughter followed me. Before I could escape to the bathroom, his hand caught my wrist.
He gently pulled me back toward him.
“You look adorable when you’re angry,” he said softly.
“Let go,” I huffed.
He leaned closer.“Or what?”
“I’ll bite you.”
His grin widened slowly. “I can suggest a few places.”
My cheeks turned red again.“Get out of my room, Damien!”
He leaned closer to my ear, his voice dropping into a dangerous whisper.“Do you really want me to leave?”
My heart skipped.
But I forced myself to glare at him. "What you did to Richelle wasn’t fair.”
Damien shrugged.
“She walked in without knocking.” His expression changed slightly. More serious now. “You are my wife, we deserve some privacy”
I looked down. “Not technically…”
Before I could finish, Damien gently pushed me back against the wall.
His hand pinned my wrist above my head.
“You are mine,” he said firmly. His emerald eyes burned into mine.“That contract means nothing.”
His fingers brushed softly across my lips.
“These lips belong to me.”
My heart pounded wildly. His knuckles traced along my cheek. “This beautiful face belongs to me too.”
His hand slowly slid down my arm.
“Everything about you.”
He leaned closer.“All mine.”
Then he kissed me.
Slow.
Deep.
Full of emotion.
And for a moment…
The rest of the world disappeared.
Damien’s lips lingered against mine for a moment longer before he slowly pulled away.The air between us felt heavier now.
Warmer.
My heart was racing so loudly I was certain he could hear it. For a brief second, neither of us spoke. His emerald eyes studied my face carefully, as if trying to memorize every reaction, every breath I took.
Then—
A loud knock slammed against the door.
“Okay!” Richelle’s voice rang from the hallway. “Are you two done devouring each other or should I come back in ten minutes?!”
My face burst into flames.
I shoved Damien away instantly.
“Richelle!” I yelled in embarrassment. Damien, however, looked completely unbothered.
In fact… amused.
He dragged a hand through his dark hair and leaned casually against the wall, watching me scramble around the room trying to grab clothes.
Another knock.
Louder this time.
“Jasmine,” Richelle called again, clearly struggling not to laugh. “If I walk in there and you're still half naked, I swear I’m filing a workplace complaint.”
I hurriedly pulled on a loose shirt and a pair of shorts.
“Give me a second!” I shouted back.
Behind me, Damien chuckled softly.
“You’re enjoying this,” I accused, turning to glare at him.
He lifted an eyebrow. “Immensely.”
I threw a pillow at him and he caught it easily. Another knock echoed.
“Okay I’m coming in!”
“Wait!” I rushed toward the door and pulled it open just enough to slip outside. Richelle stood there with her arms folded across her chest.
The moment she saw my flushed face and messy hair, her grin grew dangerously wide. “Oh my God,” she said slowly. “You two were definitely kissing.”
“I was not—”
“You absolutely were.”
Her eyes flicked over my shoulder toward Damien, who was still visible inside the room.
Her eyebrows shot up.
Richelle watched him with mild curiosity before glancing back at me. “You look like you ran a marathon,” she whispered.
“I hate you,” I muttered.
She smirked.
Damien finished buttoning his shirt before turning serious. “Why are you here, Richelle?”
The shift in his tone immediately changed the mood in the room.
Richelle’s expression sobered.
Richelle leaned casually against the doorframe, folding her arms across her chest as she looked between Jasmine and Damien. The teasing sparkle in her eyes hadn’t completely disappeared, but there was something more serious beneath it now.
“Relax,” she said, lifting one hand in surrender when Jasmine glared at her. “I didn’t come here to interrupt whatever that was.” Her lips twitched in amusement before she continued, “I actually came to talk to you. You know… girl talk.”
Jasmine blinked, still slightly flustered from everything that had just happened.
“Girl talk?” she repeated.
"Girl talk" Richelle repeated, giving her a knowing look. Jasmine’s expression immediately shifted.
The embarrassment drained from her face, replaced with something quieter—something heavier.
“Oh.”
Damien noticed the change instantly. His gaze moved between the two women, his posture straightening slightly.
Richelle caught the shift too and waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t worry, boss,” she said lightly. “This is classified information.”
Damien raised an eyebrow. “Classified?”
Richelle smirked. “Girl classified.” Jasmine huffed softly despite herself.Richelle turned toward her fully now, her expression gentler.