"What just happened Damian? What are you doing? " Jasmine asked immediately they got in the car.
"You could have told me to get the groceries, why did you have to leave the house?" He leaned on the car seat , his hands over his eyes. He looked like he was in deep thought or maybe worried.
"I.. I. Why can't I leave the house? I was bored to death. I didn't have anything I could do with this useless. Injured. arm. You said I shouldn't overwork it". Jasmine said almost yelling. She was annoyed that he was about to blame her for anything that happened. "Is there something I should know Damian. You're acting weirdly".
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I guess i got a little bit scared when you texted. " He exhaled and faced her. "You don't have to worry about them. They are my men. I assigned them to protect you".
He said he got a bit scared. For her? Jasmine held the urge to blush. She couldn't help but let out a tiny smile. He had even assigned people to protect her. Did she do something that made God happy with her? This man was definitely something else.
"It's fine, i just got scared for a moment". She said trying to assure him.
"But were you trying to carry those bags with your injured arm?"
Okay. He caught her. How could he even change the topic so fast?
"Well.. Well.. I.. Of course not. I mean, I could have called a taxi". She stuttered heavily.
"You were still going to carry it out of the supermarket and into the house".
Did he really have to go into the details? "Can we just go home? Aren't you going back to work or you wanna stick here with me." Jasmine said, feeling happy that she was able to change the topic and praying he would just let it go.
Damian's eyelids twitched as hesitated for a moment, but he later turned back and switched on the car engine.
Jasmine felt a bit guilty for calling him over for an unnecessary issue like that "I'm sorry that I disturbed you like this".
Damian glanced at her for a second and looked away. "Are you feeling guilty right now?"
"Yes of course. And a little embarrassed". Jasmine looked out of the window, she didn't even want to meet his eyes.
"You did the right thing. You shouldn't have to wait to be sure before you call me." He said, his gaze still stuck on the road.
"What? You don't trust the people you assigned to me". She dropped it as a joke, but his reply, instead made her heart race.
"I will be less worried if I have you in sight"
Jasmine swallowed hard. She knew he was serious about that. He didn't even twist his words. She exhaled and looked away. What was this man doing to her?
****
Few minutes later, Jasmine walked into the house, Damian followed behind her with the groceries.
She down with a thud, her body felt so weak and she felt lightheaded. "I promise I will listen to you cause right now. I feel like shit".
She glanced at Damian as he arranged the groceries. "You can leave that. I will do it."
"I thought you said you felt like shit".
Okay. Why does he always have great comebacks. His lips were laced with Venom. Jasmine thought how it could feel to taste those lips. Her thoughts were so heavy that she unconsciously bit her lips.
Okay Jasmine!. What the hell are you thinking about? She felt her mind was definitely going astray. You have to get a hold of yourself. You have things to do. You are probably acting like this because you are man deprived and sex deprived.
She switched on the television to distract herself. He was going to go soon. It's just few minutes.
Soon after Damian was ready to leave. "I will try to be back early. Don't worry about dinner".
"Okay" Jasmine replied, not taking her eyes off the television.
Damian left the house, but came back in, after a minute.
"You have a letter. From Argentina".
Just the mention of Argentina, made her heart race. In a really bad way. She swallowed hard and collected the letter. There was no name. No address. Just blank.
Jasmine felt like her heart wasn't receiving any oxygen. She looked anxiously at Damian.
"Breathe Jasmine. It might be from someone else you know. Do you want me to read it for you?" Damian asked.
"No one has my home address Damian. And. I don't even know anyone that could send me a letter. My employees always send me an email". She bit her lower lips and anxiously fumbled her right wrist.
Damian pulled her into his embrace, his hands gently caressing her back. "You don't have to worry. You have me now" . He whispered into her ear.
They stayed that way for some minutes, till she calmed down. "You have stay here with me okay?" Jasmine asked. She was in desperate need of assurance.
"I'm not going anywhere". Damian assured her.
Jasmine tore the paper, removing the seal. She slowly opened the paper and confirmed what she had dreaded. Her hands covered her mouth as she tried to hold back the tears that fell from her eyes.
The words of the page spelled out "SEEMS LIKE YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN MY TEACHINGS. DAUGHTER"