Chapter 9

Sebastian Donovan's P O V

What the hell did I just do?

I released a frustrated sigh, loosening the tie as I sat down in the car. I came here to reject their proposal and then leave to do my other pending work, but the moment I saw her, Jasmine. The one I was looking for. Everything changed, and I ended up giving them a chance like I have never done before, or should I say, I don't do it unless it's her. 

"Drive," I ordered my driver, closing my eyes and leaning back in my seat, getting comfortable while my mind filled with memories of the past. The past where I trusted her, loved her and was obsessed with her. The memories that made me feel like I want to relive it again. The same memories that I once tried so hard to delete like they never happened, and I think I almost did it. Almost. Until she walks back into my life like she never left. Like she is always supposed to be here, with me.

But did she ever leave? No, not when my mind is filled with her thoughts, not when my hands are itching to hold her and do so many crazy stuff, not when I want to pull her into my embrace and hide her from this world.

It's crazy how everything remained the same and I am still so fucking obsessed with her even after all these years. 

I let her go once, but not now. I am fucking ready to fight anyone, even her to bring her back into my life so she won't look at anyone; no fucking one will make her to leave me like she once did. I will fuck her and own her in a way she won't think about any other fucker but me.

All she can think about is the way I fucking fill her cunt. My cunt. Mine, just fucking mine.

What the hell was I even thinking?! There is no doubt that I am going to make her mine again, but that doesn't mean she can get away from betraying me and hurting me before.

She is fucking going to pay for that while being mine.

The past that I once tried hard to delete crushed back into my head and played like a movie in front of my eyes in a flash. 

Everything was perfect before she came along, or at least everyone thought so.

My life was perfect for everyone who looked at me. Yes, I got everything served on a golden plate from the moment I was born as the only successor of the Donovan multinational businesses, but not everything is as white and black as it was seen.

I was expected to do so many things, even before I was born. No one—literally no one—asked what I wanted and designed my life.

Like how I should take my first steps. The way I smile. How and how much should I eat, or what should I eat? How and what I should study, and the way I should lead my life. It was like a blueprint that I should follow, and I did because I thought this is how it was supposed to be. 

At a certain point in my life, I couldn't do it, not because it was hard but because it was empty. It felt like I knew my entire life, like every fucking thing.

But she stopped them and changed everything. She brought me the happiness and the feelings that no one ever made me feel. It was beautiful and good.

She destroyed the wall and the life that I built unconsciously, like it was her birthright, and made me smile and laugh for the first time on my own. It was like I was deciding on it and not someone else. I forgot everything and chose her to be my wife, ready to give up everything and walk with her, just with her, but... she betrayed me. 

She left me to be with another man, destroying everything she created.

She always does this. Walks into my life, turn everything I build upside down, and disappears like nothing happened! Like she did nothing! Like It's her habit of hurting me and leaving me hanging.

All the memories of us flashed, making it even harder to think. It took me a lot of time to move forward with my life after everything she had done.

The raw pain she put me through hits my heart hard.

This time, I will give back the pain, the same pain that she put me through.

Ring* Ring* Ring*

I slowly opened my eyes to a phone call and looks at the caller ID. It is none other than the fucker that just made me lose my mind. Ethan.

I know for sure that he asked me to visit them is only because he knew about Jasmine working there, but I can't understand one thing. How the hell did he even know about her?!

Only few know about us and the marriage, and he was not even working under me on that time. How the hell did he even know about my fucking obsession on her?!

I rolled my eyes and attended the call, not saying a word unless he did. He is so good at playing mind games and will make you his toy if you give in a little.

"Boss, are you there?" He finally asked after waiting for a whole minute. This crazy fucker.

"Don't you know you should talk when you call?!" I asked, not giving a damn thing.

"Ha, do I?" He asked like he didn't know, and I shook my head at his words. 

"Yes, but now, tell me the reason for this call." I asked, directly getting back to the topic.

"Oh, that" I can feel his lips twisting into a smirk he said that and continued "I just want to check up on the studio that I recommended; how are they? My selection is good, isn't it?" I can feel his smirk widen as he says the last sentence.

I rolled my eyes and just replied like I didn't care "Nope, not satisfied. I rejected them".

*Pause*

He stopped for a few seconds before letting out a groan in frustration and asks "You got to be kidding me?! How the hell did you reject them?! Their designs are much better the one in the line!"

I know, but that doesn't mean I am going to give them a chance. Even though I did, but I am not going to tell him that. I will hide my Jasmine from this crazy fucker.

"I didn't like it and stop recommending some random studio and get back to work"