The Sunlight Days.

Chapter 15.

Jerald held the vibrator closer to his nose, taking a deep sniff from it.

His eyes slipped closed, breath hitching as he took in the scent of her.

Goodness! He knew he shouldn’t be doing any of this, but God! He couldn't help it! He couldn’t help the tempting sight of her soaked panties.

His cock jerked as her scent curled, wrapping around his nostrils. It had taken him all his freaking damn restraint not to spread her legs wide and feast greedily on her juice. An image played in his mind. A very swift image of what her pussy looked like. Pretty, perfect. Tight. And pink. The imagination lingered and he felt it. The sudden rise of his cock against his pant.

He looked down at the bulge that had already formed up between his thighs.

If thinking about her could make him hard like this, then what would happen when he finally fit himself into her?

A sharp knock came on the door, shattering Jerald’s trance. Immediately, his lashes fluttered and he blinked, jolting back to reality.

His gaze darted in the direction of the door and he held still for a while.

“Come in,” he finally replied in a husky, breathy tone, tucking the vibrator behind his drawer.

*******

Jasmine’s lashes fluttered softly as she stirred on the bed, hands searching for a warmth that had never been there.

A sharp intrusion of pain struck her head, and she gripped her skull softly, grimacing. This was the pain she bore every morning. Waiting up to a pain so sharp it sliced through every organ in her body.

When her eyes finally fluttered open, they met with the blurry view of the all-glass window.

She moved the back of her palm to her eyes, rubbing gently until all the sleep had faded away.

Uprightly, she sat on the bed, her eyes holding the room for a moment longer.

Her brows tugged into confusion.

How had she gotten here? The last thing she remembered was falling out after the session and…?

Her thoughts strayed, and the realization that he had brought her back to her room lit something soft and strange inside her.

Her cheeks warmed, stretching for a moment as the image of how well those hands must have wrapped firmly around her played in her head.

Her insides churned and yesterday’s session poured in like rain, occupying her thoughts.

Her cheeks stretched again, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

She had been stubborn yesterday, and he? He had punished her like the dominant, strict master that he was.

And she had loved every inch of it.

Her body jerked at the reminder, her thighs shifting under the weight of it—and then, all of a sudden, it occurred to her…

She was smiling.

Three seconds, that was all it took to decipher the smile on her face and sabotage her desires for him.

Her alarm blared across the room, a sharp contrast to the softness of her thoughts.

She reached for it, and when she checked the time, it was exactly when she had planned to go see her aunt and spend the day with her.

Without further hesitation, Jasmine slipped out of bed, her feet brushing the cold marble floor, dashing into the bathroom in one swift move.

The smile had faded, but the warmth still lingered.

*******

Jasmine stood in front of the mirror, which reflected a deep pain she had buried for so long.

Clad in a two-piece black top and trousers, she reached for her handbag and then stormed out of the room—after giving her reflection one last glare in the mirror. A glare that didn’t just see her face… it saw her scars. All of them.

The ride to her Aunt Beatrice’s home was long.

Jasmine rested her head against the window, the chill of the glass brushing her skin. But the cold barely did anything to ground the ache that throbbed inside her chest. It was dull… and constant.

Her eyes held onto the city that moved in a blur. Horns, people, cars—everything felt distant like she was just floating through it all. The sunlight weeks were gradually approaching, the skies brighter now than ever. If she had the right words, she would have said the sunlight days had finally returned… but they came with the same familiar feeling.

Nostalgia.

A tight chest.

And that awful emptiness she had never been able to shake off.

It’s been so long without her family, and yet… the pain still lingered. Not faded. Not forgotten. Still fresh. Still new. Like it had happened just yesterday.

Every attempt to drive away the memories of that day had proved abortive. She’d tried distracting herself with work, silence, even people—but nothing ever worked.

Nothing ever did.

Jasmine shut her eyes, her head slipping backward as she struggled to suppress the emotions that were beginning to rise, clawing up her throat like fire.

“Don’t cry… big girls don’t cry.”

The familiar voice echoed through her mind.

It wasn’t just a voice—it was a lifeline. The only sound that had carried her through the darkest nights, the loneliest days. A voice that reminded her to stay strong even when all she wanted to do was scream.

Her chest tightened.

Jasmine sniffed back the pain, basking in the warmth of that voice. It echoed softly in her ears, like a hug she couldn’t reach for anymore—but one she still felt.

After a long stretch of quiet roads and memories she didn’t ask for, Jasmine finally arrived at her aunt’s home.

The moment she stepped inside, the scent of lavender filled the air. Warm, soft, comforting. It wrapped around her like arms. Her heartbeat softened.

Her cheeks stretched into a soft smile, and for a moment, the pain from just minutes ago melted. It didn’t disappear completely, but it loosened its grip.

Her legs moved deeper into the house, and just like always, she found her aunt setting the dining table.

Some things never changed. Some things like sunlight days and the activities that went into it.