chapter 182: What Do You Need?

chapter 182: What Do You Need?
Chapter 182: What Do You Need?

Jasmine

I have never felt so much happiness in my body before, everything was finally going the way I wanted it to be. We are safe now, all together again. This is all I wanted, I just wanted me and my men to be happy together. It still felt so unreal that I was theirs and they were mine, I am still happy to wake up knowing they are in my life.

“I don't know about you guys but I am absolutely starving.” Ronald said as he got up from the couch.

“We should make a pizza, you know, like a little victory treat!” Damien said as he immediately jumped up from the couch as well.

“Sounds yummy,”  I muttered before getting up as well, Grayson getting up with me and holding my hand. 

We all made our way to the kitchen, so we could have some time with each other and make the pizza they wanted. I was glad things were starting to go back to normal again, everyone was happy and so was I. 

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Grayson POV

Four months later

“You are going to mess it up!” Jasmine shouted from the other side of the kitchen.

I pulled the frosting tube away from the cake and looked over at her. 

“Did you or did you just tell me to help you decorate it?” I asked her.

“Yes, I did but that was before I remember you messed up the cupcakes.” She said as she quickly walked over.

We had been trying to decorate the place for Ronald's birthday party today, Damien had taken him outside since Jasmine was incredibly desperate to throw him a party. She had done the same thing for my birthday last month, I really wasn't expecting it but it was a nice surprise to have. I usually hated birthday parties but apparently she was practically insistent on making it happen for us. We had moved to Dubai a few months ago, we have a nice place in the city and we moved into a penthouse together. It wasn't a mansion but it was still pretty massive, and we decided we wanted to lay it low ever since we faked our deaths to get out of the mafia. I was surprised it worked and I was also happy it did work. Jasmine has become more comfortable in her own skin and she is more outgoing and slop freely. Damien was more confident in himself and his stress level had decreased. Ronald's health was performing well and he was talking more again, asking for help when he needed it. As for me, I was finally showing more different emotions, it felt strange at first but I had found no reason to be hiding anymore.

Now we had a small and simple life, though we were still millionaires obviously but we still tried to do simple things. We took Jasmine all around the city and fuck the look of happiness on her face when she saw everything was the cutest I have seen. She had been so happy with our life and so were the rest of us.

“I might as well just leave this all up to you, huh?” I said, placing the piping bad down on the counter.

“Now that you say so.” She said playfully with a smile, standing in front of me.

“You suck, remember that.” I said, patting her head and walking away from her and back over to the decorations.

She had insisted I started decorating cupcakes, then switched me over to decorations for the house and then continued to keep switching me. I swear, if I didn't love her as much as I did, I would have just pushed her head into the cupcakes by now.

“Grayson?” She called out. I let out another breath and slowly turned around to look at her.

“What is it now, my dearest kitten?” 

“I need your help again.”

“With what?” I asked.

“Just came here,” she said as she gestured to me over.

I just pray I don't kill this little girl. I set down the decorations once again and walked over to her as she stood in front of the cake with the icing bag in her hand. I stood right beside her as I looked down on it.

“What do you need?” I asked.

“I..I can't write in cursive.” She said, handing the bag over to me.

“Can you do it?” 

“Yes, I can and this will be the last time you switch my job, is that clear?” she nodded her head. 

“Okay.”

I took the piping bag from her hand, placing a kiss on her head before sending her off to the decorations. She wanted to do it and it felt so nice to do ourselves without getting the maids or the chefs to do it for us. It felt nice knowing I didn't need a camera or men to be watching my every move to ensure my safety. Jasmine had soon left the kitchen with the decorations while I looked down at the cake and started writing the formal happy birthday message in it. She had made a few small frosting flowers and scattered them around the cake. Ever since we moved, she had been trying to find some more interests. She still continued reading and painting but she also wanted to find some other things too so she picked up decorations and I was glad she was putting it to use.

I had been teaching her our own language due to her begging me to teach her. Of course, I couldn't say no to such an offer, it would be nice for her to know our native language especially since she now lives in a place where it is mostly used. I put the piping bag down once I had finished writing on the cake and went to check up on how she was doing with the decorations. She was putting up the banners all around the living room, careful as to not fall. She was clumsy so I never trusted her when it comes to heights or anything sharp but I trusted her this once. She stepped down from the ladder and looked around, her eyes meeting me and she smiled.

“Come here, princess.” I ordered and she started walking over to me, standing in front of me and I cupped her face with my two hands.

“You are such a sweet girl, Jasmine. A sweet gorgeous little girl.”

Her face began to red, her smile growing more from my touch and words. I wanted to find out how much father that blush would go down but I knew they would be home soon. I am not sure we would be finished by the time Ronald and Damien come back home.

“I need to finish the decorations.” She said quickly, taking her eyes off me.

“Okay, keep doing what you were doing and I will start setting up the table.”

“Don't ruin anything.” She warned me.

“I don't plan on doing so.”