All Chapters of A BILLIONAIRE’S EXCEPTION : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Jasmine’s POV The next morning, sunlight spilled lazily across the condo, catching the soft curve of Alexander’s face as he slept. He looked almost unreal in the quiet light, serene, untouchable but I knew better. I’d felt the fire beneath the calm, the intensity that simmered just below the surface. I stayed still for a moment, watching him, listening to the slow rhythm of his breathing. Part of me wanted to just lie there forever, suspended in the warmth and safety of him. But reality was messy, a complicated reality crept in with the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. I reached for it, careful not to wake him, and saw a string of messages from work and a few missed calls. Responsibilities, people, life it all demanded attention. And yet, I didn’t feel the usual rush to answer them, to pull myself back into my old patterns. For the first time, I realized I wanted to move slowly. I wanted to savor this… him… before the world demanded everything else from me. Alexander s

Jasmine’s POV The first crack didn’t come with shouting or accusations. It came quietly. We were out later that evening nothing planned, nothing dramatic. Just dinner at a place Alexander liked, somewhere too polished for my comfort but familiar to him. He knew the staff by name. They knew his usual. I told myself it didn’t bother me. I was wrong. I noticed it when the hostess smiled a little too warmly as she led us to our table. When her eyes lingered on him a second longer than necessary. Alexander didn’t react didn’t encourage it, didn’t shut it down either. He was polite, distant, and controlled. That should have reassured me. Instead, something twisted low in my chest. We sat across from each other, candlelight flickering between us. He was relaxed in a way I hadn’t seen before comfortable, assured, as this world belonged to him. I watched the way he spoke, the way people listened. The confidence wasn’t loud. It was effortless. And suddenly, I was painfully aware of th

Jasmine’s POV The penthouse was quiet, as it always was when the city lights spilled in, casting streaks of gold and blue across the polished floors. I had been here a hundred times with Alexander, but tonight, there was a tension in the air, the kind that made my pulse quicken before a single word was spoken. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching me with that slow, calculating look I had come to know so well. Not predatory never but with a quiet intensity that always made my chest tighten. “You’ve been quiet all evening,” he murmured, stepping closer. I smirked faintly. “I’ve been adjusting,” I teased, but even as I said it, I felt a thrill run through me. Adjusting… to him, to us, to everything we had been building. He shook his head, smiling that small, private smile that made my heart skip. “You’re ridiculous.” I didn’t answer. I just watched him, the way his eyes darkened slightly, the way his hands flexed at his sides. I knew that look it was the look of a m

Jasmine’s POV The penthouse was quiet again, but it wasn’t the same calm as before. The city outside continued its endless rhythm, lights flickering against the windows, but inside, everything felt slowed, suspended. Alexander and I lay tangled on the couch, skin still warm, breaths uneven, hearts still racing from the intensity we had just shared. I traced lazy circles along his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath my fingers. Every so often, his hand would find mine, squeezing gently, grounding me, reminding me I was here with him and nowhere else. “I can’t believe how easy it is with you,” I murmured, voice husky from exertion, from the intimacy we had shared, from the way his presence had become a part of me I didn’t even notice until it was gone. He chuckled softly, brushing a damp strand of hair from my forehead. “Easy? You make it sound like torture,” he teased, though there was warmth in his tone. His thumb traced a lazy path across my knuckles. “Torture,” I said, smi

Jasmine’s POV The city skyline glittered below the penthouse terrace, lights reflecting in the river like a thousand tiny stars. I leaned against the railing, glass of champagne in hand, feeling the cool night air brush over my skin. Alexander was beside me, quiet for once, and that in itself made me curious. “You’ve been awfully quiet tonight,” I teased, nudging him with my shoulder. He turned to me, that familiar half-smile tugging at his lips, eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite read. “I’m just… thinking,” he said, his voice low. I raised an eyebrow. “About what?” “About us,” he replied simply. His hand brushed mine, warm and steady. My pulse quickened, and I felt a flutter in my stomach. Something was different tonight. He took a deep breath, then bent to his knee so suddenly I nearly dropped my champagne. “Alexander—” “Jasmine,” he said, voice steady, fierce with certainty, “I’ve loved you from the moment you walked into my life. Every day since has been better beca