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Mine is My Obsession

Mine is My Obsession

Menot13

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"You really know how to make me angry, Mine," Seth growled right in front of Jasmine's face, making her feel his warm breath mixed with the smell of cigarette. "What were you thinking when you were with that jerk earlier, hm? Were you intending to spend the night with him?" Seth asked, making Jasmine silent as she looked at those sharp green eyes. Because I'm angry. Because I'm disappointed. And because I'm afraid of losing you. There were so many reasons Jasmine wanted to tell Seth, but it felt so difficult to express them all, so Jasmine finally just reached out her hand and pulled at the tie Seth was wearing, which erased the distance between them.

Chapter 1 One

"Keep it up, Jess, looking good,"

"Look to the left, just like that, hold it."

All eyes were now fixed on a model who was skyrocketing to fame, a stunning model with a tall and captivating figure, just like most models. However, she had her own allure, not just her beauty, but also her personality.

"She's annoying, but unfortunately, she's beautiful."

"Yeah, you can't do anything about her good luck."

"Isn't God unfair to us?" Molly said, holding a few pieces of clothing in her hands.

"Hey, you're eating from her hand, so just accept it, okay? Keep your complaints to yourself," Lusy said, smiling mockingly at her colleague. Before Molly could respond to her friend's taunt, Lusy immediately nudged Molly's arm while looking back where a man was now approaching with his blank face and, unfortunately, he was handsome.

"Is the photoshoot still long?" he asked, making Lusy and Molly remain silent without blinking, until they realized themselves and received questioning glances from their interlocutor.

"Oh, yes, maybe a few more outfits for Jess," Molly replied, making the man nod before leaving a thin smile in their minds. Molly and Lusy just watched his sturdy back move away and approach the set.

"There she is, the luckiest one that makes me jealous the most," Molly said, making Lusy nod in agreement this time.

"Does their whole family really inherit godlike looks?" Molly murmured again when she saw how beautiful Jasmine was and the man who was asking them.

"Hey, they're not a real family," Lusy said, making Molly return her friend's gaze.

"I thought it was just cheap gossip," Molly guessed.

"Who knows, the media doesn't clearly report on their family, like it's taboo to discuss and for the public to know," Lusy replied, finally pulling Molly's hand to find a seat and move away from the photoshoot set a little bit.

"Are you curious?" Lusy asked, seemingly seeing Molly's enthusiastic expression.

"You're her assistant, I'm afraid you'll report me to your boss," Lusy said, making Molly sigh irritably.

"Hey, you know, I never mix work matters with my curiosity. I'm professional," Moly replied, making Lusy snort. Yes, it could be said that Moly was always curious about circulating gossip, even if it was just cheap gossip or unclear news, making Lusy sigh roughly.

"Listen, I'm not saying this is the truth. You know, I heard it from someone else too," Lusy said, making Moly nod with shining eyes, making Lusy sigh roughly again.

They...

"Great job, Jess. You're always reliable," Ramon said as he walked towards Jasmine, showing the camera in his hand, filled with photos of Jasmine in various poses.

"Yeah, I know," Jasmine replied, making Ramon chuckle.

"I like your answer," Ramon replied, then handing the camera he held to his assistant.

"Only my answers you like?" Jasmine asked, making Ramon silent as he looked at Jasmine's beautiful face, which didn't even care about the conversation they were having. Ramon knew for Jasmine, all of this was just small talk.

"Do you want to have lunch with me?" Ramon invited because there was no point in continuing their previous conversation.

"It seems..."

"Mine __" someone interrupted from behind them, making Ramon immediately look to see who was interrupting their conversation.

Meanwhile, Jasmine just sighed as if feeling tired. She didn't need to turn around to know who was coming. From his heavy voice and the way he called her name, Jasmine knew it was Seth, her beloved older brother.

"Are you done?" Seth asked.

"Oh yes, we just finished. Long time no see, Mr. Harold," Ramon said.

"Yeah, not many chances for us to meet," Seth replied, pulling Jasmine's waist closer to him, and it didn't escape Ramon's sight as he clearly saw how protective Seth was of Jasmine.

"What are your plans after this?" Seth asked, looking at Jasmine who had been avoiding his gaze.

But before any of them could answer, someone approached them and came closer to Ramon.

"Ah, I think I should go now. There are some tasks waiting for me," Ramon replied, making Seth just smile thinly.

"What about your lunch invitation earlier?" Jasmine said before Ramon could turn around. Ramon glanced at Jasmine for a moment before looking at Seth, who only showed a cold, flat expression. It was always difficult for Ramon to read what expression Seth had, but clearly Ramon could feel the tension rising. Yes, it seemed they were indeed spiritually related, as Ramon equated Jasmine and Seth's expressions, which were always difficult to guess.

"I apologize, I forgot that I already had prior plans and ended up inviting you," Ramon said with a regretful face, making Jasmine pout disapprovingly.

"Next time, you should prioritize your invitations to me," Jasmine said, then walked away leaving Ramon and Seth behind. They watched Jasmine's back as she walked towards the dressing room followed by her assistant.

"Yeah, I guess you're used to her attitude like that," Seth said, making Ramon nod.

"In that case, I should go see her right away. I don't want to bear the brunt of her annoyance," Seth said, then left to catch up with Jasmine to the dressing room, leaving Ramon silent. Somehow, he felt unfit to have a conversation with a Seth Harold.

Moly was about to help Jasmine remove the dress she was wearing, which now showcased her beautiful back, when the dressing room door opened to reveal Seth standing silently on the threshold, making Moly slightly startled.

"Oh..." Moly's words trailed off.

"You can leave, Moly. That's enough for today. You can enjoy your time and tell Patricia to cancel all my schedules," Jasmine cut in, making Moly widen her eyes.

"Everything, Miss?" Moly asked incredulously because for today alone Jasmine's schedule was full until the evening, so how could she cancel it just like that.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" Jasmine asked, making Moly just stay silent. Yes, this wasn't the first or second time it had happened, making Moly have to start getting used to it, as she had only joined as the assistant to this top model a few months ago.

"May you be blessed, Patricia," Moly thought, knowing that her manager would be the one to bear the consequences of Jasmine's attitude. Moly then chose to leave immediately and enjoy her free time. Moly glanced briefly at Seth, who was just staring straight at Jasmine, before closing the dressing room door, leaving the two of them alone.

"You look upset, Mine," Seth said as he walked closer, while Jasmine chose to remove the accessories she was still wearing. She just stared at her reflection in the large mirror in front of her. Jasmine didn't care about Seth's question.

"Did I do something wrong?" Seth asked again, now standing right behind Jasmine, making Jasmine's movements stop as she felt Seth's cold hand touching the skin of her back, feeling Seth slowly unzip the dress that was still clinging perfectly to her body.

"I apologize if I have made a mistake," Seth said softly again, making Jasmine sigh roughly. It was always like this, she would easily melt just with the apology Seth always said to her.

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