Although Jasmine was rich, she had grown up in a poor home. Being locked in for years, Jamie had not been able to experience her recent lifestyle. She knew Damian was wealthy but she was stunned with how luxurious the residence was. The architectural beauty of the house was a sight to behold
She stood by the car, unable to take her eyes off the building. "Wow... I'm finally able to step in somewhere like this. I thought it only existed in movies" She squealed, her hands over her mouth as she did a tiny jump.
Damian smiled at how excited she was "Are you coming in or not?"
"Definitely my Prince" She hurriedly walked past him.
Damian chuckled. What was that nickname she had given him?.
He stepped into the house, walking straight up to the stairs , leaving Jaime to droll over the interior decor.
Although the outdoor screamed luxury and distant, the indoor was cozy, homey. A little too quiet but perfect. It was mostly filled with accent lightings, highlighting few artworks in the living room. But few rooms like the kitchen, was fully lit.
After sometime, Damian walked down. He had already changed to a casual outfit. He ignored the still dazed Jamie and made his way to the kitchen.
"Do you paint?" Jaime suddenly asked.
"Why do you ask?" Damian asked, not taking his eyes away from the chicken on the chopping board.
Jaime casually walked to the refrigerator and picked up an apple "I noticed, most of the paintings had no artist name. They all have just a signature on it"
"I do, sometimes.."
"Really?? You are gonna paint me right?" her face was brimming with smiles, her mouth was filled with a good amount of the apple making her look weird.
"I've never really painted a person before"
"Then i will be the first. You will be painting one of the most beautiful lady in town, you should be happy" she said, tucking her hair behind her ears.
Damian almost laughed out. Who was the one that had approached him while praising his looks? Or had she suddenly forgotten about everything?
Damian soon dished out the meal and they began eating.
"Now i know i met a man of many talents. You could be a chef huh. Tell me, what else can you do?"
Damian took a sip of water to wash down the food he had eaten. "There are many more, i wouldn't want to brag"
Jamie scoffed "You already did". What was he thinking when he said 'there were many more'.
"You would learn about that as time goes on, not like you're going anywhere"
Jamie choked. She might not even be here tomorrow or next. What does he know?
"You know what? I don't want to know again, keep it to yourself".
They soon finished their dinner and Damian led her upstairs to the guest room. "You will be staying here, there are some clothes in the wardrobe. You can use them"
Damian looked at her and noticed she was smiling mischievously, like she was up to something. "What's going on with you?"
"I really like the guestroom." She walked closer to him and whispered slowly "But i would like to sleep in your room. With you" she winked at him, her face laced with so much mischief. The house was quiet, making her whisper fill the room.
Damian suddenly slid his hand through her waist, drawing her to collide with him. He other hand rose slowly, he tucked in the stray strands of her hair "I would like that but... Do you think you really want that?"
In the past few days Damian had been with her, he had gotten comfortable with her flirty nature. It no longer fazed him.
Meanwhile Jamie was stunned. It was one thing being a flirt and another thing being flirted with. She never expected he could have a comeback. She always liked to tease him. "Fine, you win"
Damian chuckled "About time. I will be in my study, tell me if you need anything" He released his hold on her and walked out of the room.
About an hour later, Damian heard a knock on the door. A small head pooped out behind the door.
"Come in, is there a problem?"
Her hair was still wet. Had she been in the shower? For an hour?
She walked fully into the room. She was dressed but had a towel over her body.
"Can i get a long sleeve shirt?" her hands gripped the towels tightly.
"A long sleeve? Are you cold? Should I turn on the heater?"
"No. I just... Just prefer a long sleeve"
"Alright, i will get you one"
Damian walked out of the study to his room, he pick out a long sleeve shirt and handed it to her.
"Thank you" she said and walked out almost too quickly.
Damian sighed, he already had an idea of what had occurred. Even though she was Jaime, it didn't mean she had escaped the trauma.