Chapter 57 A Dangerous Game

• "You know what I want, Jasmine. I expect a decision by the end of the week." His voice was calm, but the weight behind his words was anything but.
• I sat across from him, swirling the glass of wine in my hand, trying to mask the unease creeping through me. His gaze was fixed on me, the kind of gaze that always made me feel like I was being studied, dissected, as if every move I made was being analyzed for weakness.
• Exclusivity. That was what he wanted. The client—Damon Westwood, the powerful businessman who had drawn me into this dangerous game—wanted me to cut ties with my past, with Ethan. He didn’t say it outright, but I knew what he meant. He wanted control, the same way Ethan had. Only this time, the stakes felt higher.