32: It's been a while, hasn't it?
**Jasmine**
"Jasmine?" I heard softly next to me. I groaned and sunk deeper into the bed, covering my head with the duvet, and burrowing myself into my pillow. I was in no mood to be awoken. In fact, I had planned on possibly sleeping my entire life away. The owner of the voice next to me, however, had other plans, for I found the bed shift, and the covers being roughly torn off of me, exposing me to the cool air and causing goosebumps to form on my body which was only covered by the long shirt.
"Hey!" I yelled out, and then froze when I saw Damon, a smirk decorating his face, and the duvet in his left hand, dangling like some sort of treasured possession.
"It’s already three p.m. If you sleep any longer, you will miss the entire meeting."
"Meeting? What meeting?" I questioned him, but he refused to answer and instead told me to get showered and then dressed into a set of clothes placed neatly on the white chest of drawers. I, of course, did not give in without a fight and resorted to pouncing on Damon, knocking us both to the ground.
"I was nice to you yesterday, but now my niceness has all dried up, so start answering my questions!" I said, gently pounding my fists at his arms.
He chuckled and flipped us over, pinning me right underneath him. I made no effort to fight him off and just stared up, blushing as his hazel eyes probed my face. "Were you really nice last night though? I do recall a lot of… punishment." He leaned down and placed a kiss on my neck and another one on my shoulder. I smirked, placed my hands on either side of his face and kissed him. "Don't try to beat me at my own game, Damon. By now you should have learned that I win all the time." I then flipped us back over and pinned his hands down. Slowly I ran my tongue along the skin of his neck, making him shiver. He was fully dressed now, so I didn't have much skin to work with. Nonetheless, I tried to tease any inch of him I could. I bit teasingly at his neck, and he gripped at my thighs as I did, saying, "You always know just how to get me all hot and bothered."
I smirked against his skin and replied saying, "It's not that difficult when you're such a masochist."
"I am not−"
"Spank me harder, please!" I whispered in his ear and laughed. I'd never ever seen Damon flustered until now. His cheeks were bright red, and his eyes were wide in shock. He tried to deny it a few more times and I shot a few more accusations. In the end I won our little quarrel and decided to put an end to this playful display of ours.
"I'm going to take a shower, and by the time I'm out, I expect some answers!" I said, lifting myself off of him. He tried to grab my hand, but I was too quick for him. "It's not good to be this addicted to me.” Then, I proceeded to make my way to the open door of the bathroom.
The bathroom −unlike the room it was attached to− was a beautiful, blue-themed colour. I wondered to whom this house belonged. It clearly could not be Damon's because, although I had not explored much of it, the items here did not fit his taste of modern-vintage extravagance. I hoped and prayed that we were not in some random stranger's home and furthermore that they hadn’t heard us last night. That would just be beyond embarrassing and even in the warmth of the shower, I could feel my face heat up, and that was when I realised that the water droplets falling against my skin no longer stung as they had before. My skin had also regained some colour and my limbs were no longer shaking. Yesterday, I had been too preoccupied to notice, but now that I had the time to properly examine myself, I noticed how much better I felt. But I knew the feeling would be cut short, once again. For after today, I knew I'd never see Damon again, and that thought began to sting slightly at the back of my mind. Perhaps one day I would tell Damon all about myself and my secret life. Then, perhaps we wouldn't need to stay away from each other because if I was being honest, I didn’t want to stay away from him either…
Once I was dressed and ready, I opened the door and followed Damon's directions which he left for me. He had a phone call to make and would meet me at the front of the house in a little while.
I turned left, down the passage and then eventually, after passing by an array of paintings and wooden doors, I found the staircase. I was happy to find that the rest of the house was quite colourful compared to the rooms, with beautiful, turquoise-coloured walls and multicoloured green and blue tiles covering the floors. It gave the place an aquarium-feel.
Once I'd reached the end of the staircase, I continued forward, walking straight towards the front doors. I hesitated before opening them. Damon had said many times that finding out about this place would lead to our goodbye being all the easier. It was here that I needed to decide what was more important, the truth and protecting Damon, or the lies and endangering him. And so, I made my choice, steadily gripping at the round doorknob, and pushing it open. But nothing in the world would have ever prepared me for what lay behind the open door, or rather who awaited behind it.
Before me, seated at a round, glass table on the wooden patio sat the one and only, Jared Barsotti. His piercing green eyes immediately met mine and a deep, dimpled smile decorated his gorgeous facial features. His brown hair had grown over the years, now reaching just below his ears. He’d lost quite some weight and his skin had become paler, almost a ghostly shade of white. Despite this, he still looked as neat and as dashing as always.
"Jasmine Spectra, our beautiful seductress. It's been a while, hasn't it?"
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