Jasmine’s POV
The shrill blare of my alarm yanked me awake at six on the dot. I sighed and rolled over to see Raymond, still fast asleep, breathing deep and steady. His face looked so peaceful it almost made me hesitate. Almost.
I pressed a kiss to his jaw. “It’s time to get up,” I whispered.
He grunted, shifted, and went right back to snoring. I smiled, kissed his cheek, then trailed lower to his mark. My tongue brushed it, and he groaned. Leaning in close, I breathed against his ear. “Raymond… time to get up.”
He finally cracked an eye, yawned, and muttered, “Okay.”
I slipped out of bed and started the shower. He came in groggy, did his business, and climbed in with me. We washed, dressed, and headed downstairs together.
That’s when I met her, Simone. The famous Simone. The one Ray
