Beneath The Don’s Touch

CHAPTER 001

JASMINE:

My fiancé is gay.

That was the thought that echoed in my mind as I stood frozen, watching the scene before me.

David, the man who proposed to me, who promised me forever, who swore he loved me to the moons and sky, was underneath a tall, dark-skinned man, legs spread wide open, one of his hands pumping himself and the other clawed at the sink for balance.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t blink. I couldn’t even breathe. I only stood there watching.

Both were oblivious to my presence, too busy to notice the broken girl by the restroom door. The wet slapping sound of skin to the countertop near the mirror got even louder with each hard pound, and the shameful shriek from David did nothing to help.

“Oh my world, you’re so big. Faster, harder. Oh, heavens!”

Something inside me snapped as my eyes watered. He’d never moaned like that when he was with me.

Liar he was.

I thought I knew him, but everything felt like a lie now.

Was this who he really was?

Did he date me just to cover up his sexuality to the public?

“You like that, huh. Now ride me like the fucking horse you are.”

“Yes, daddy. I’m yours always and forever. Do with me whatever you wish.”

A small choked sob escaped my lips after hearing his reply.

They both paused.

David's eyes met mine.

“Oh fuck, Jasmine,” He pushed himself off the mirror and away from the man as he rushed to cover himself.

“I…I can explain.”

I turned away and walked out.

There was no use arguing or fighting. I knew I had lost the battle before it even fully began. I was never his type, not now, not ever.

Footsteps followed behind me. Then a hand caught my wrist.

“Jasmine, please listen to me.”

I didn’t meet his eyes; instead, my gaze was fixated on his bare feet as they berated me. I was afraid if I met those betraying eyes I fell in love with, I might break completely.

“It’s not what it looks like. That… what you saw meant nothing. It was a mistake.”

“You are gay.” I said quietly.

“Jasmine, it’s not like that.”

I ripped my arm free, repelled by his touch. “You lay, spread both your legs, and let another man…” I swallowed hard, my throat burning and still not meeting his eyes. “From behind. Gay. A bottom…”

This was unbelievable.

I agreed to marry a closeted gay man?

How didn’t I notice this at all? Was I so blinded with love to see the signs?

I only came to the restroom, searching for him because he had taken too long. And this was what I found? And to think I was about to introduce him to my father, whom I dared not to see nor visit in the past four years.

Warm drops slid down my cheeks. My hands flew to my face, furiously wiping away the wet streaks, but they kept coming.

“You should have told me. You shouldn’t have led me on. I should have understood.”

“I am not gay.”

“Shut up. You know what?” My voice was small, but I was sure of this decision. I stared at the diamond ring until it blurred through my tears, then slid it off slowly, throwing it at his face. “We are done. Goodbye, David. Go pack your things and get out of my house before I get there, or I’ll burn every single one.”

“Wait, wait, you can’t do this. You can’t!!” His cracked voice became a whisper as I walked farther from him. “Think about what you’re doing. You need me just like I need you. Don’t throw your career away over one measly mistake.”

Measly, he called it?

Without me, his career would be nothing.

I didn’t even turn around.

I wiped the tears off my face as I pushed through the doors, the roar of the crowd outside enough to deafen.

The pit fight was chaotic and in full swing.

The sight of sweaty, muscular, shirtless men, barely clothed females and the deafening roar of the crowd did nothing to ease my shattered self. The air smelt of sweat, smoke and beer.

I looked down at my equally revealing outfit: a silky pink mini dress with cat-ear straps and rhinestones glittering under the dim lights. I felt exposed; my curls had loosened from excessive movements, my mascara was smudged, and my heels were too high for a place like this.

Men whistled as I walked past, mistaking my silence for confidence. I kept my head down, afraid people would recognise and see me in such a dishevelled state.

I should never have come to a place like this. I only came here for him, and he dared betray me.

I didn’t get too far, though.

“Stop being so stubborn, Jasmine. I’m sorry, okay. We can talk this out.”

Not in a million years.

His large figure blocked my path out of the underground pit. “You know I love you. Always and forever. Stop the drama. We both know you’ll come running back to me like always.”

I froze, my teeth gritting as anger replaced the pain inside of me.

Such audacity.

He really believed he still had that power over me?

If he thinks I would crawl back to him like I had done multiple times, he is dead wrong. Previously, it was with different women, but now a man, no.

I wanted him to hurt, to feel even a fraction of what I felt watching him with that man.

I scanned the crowd, thinking.

‘Make him jealous.’

‘Make him hurt.’

My gaze stopped at someone.

There, down in the pit, two heavily built men were locked in an intense fight; all muscles, sweat and raw power. The crowd surrounding the pit screamed, feeding off the violence. One of the fighters landed a heavy blow to the other one’s head, knocking him unconscious immediately.

The victor stood over the fallen comrade, chest heaving, jaw clenched as he scanned the roaring crowd.

He was dangerously and evilly handsome.

From my spot, I could see his broad and carved muscular physique. His skin was slick with sweat and covered in strange tattoos as far as the eyes could see. A scar cut across his lips, his chin with small stubble and his eyes. Gosh, his eyes – they were the greyest I had ever seen.

The crowd went feral, chanting his name.

“NIK! NIK! NIK!”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, too lost in such manly perfectness.

“Jasmine.” That cheater’s voice reached my ears, dragging my attention back to him. “Let’s go back home. Now.” He snapped, stepping closer.

If he could betray me without shame or remorse, then I could shatter the illusion he had of control. Let him watch me walk into someone else’s arms.

“You want drama?” I whispered, grinning slightly, the humour not reaching my eyes. “Fine. Watch me make one.”

Before he could react, I walked straight toward the man named Nik.

The chain net opened, and the crowd parted, creating a way for their victor as he climbed out.

I mirrored his steps toward me, watching his muscles bounce with each step he took. His tattoos shone due to his sweat under the dim light.

His grey eyes locked on mine for a split second, a flash of curiosity there as I stood before his brooding form.

I didn’t think much. I just moved.

And without hesitation nor giving him the chance to act or know what was going on, I jumped on him, wrapped my arms around his broad neck and my legs across his waist and crushed my lips to his.