'How did I get here?

What is this place?

Who brought me here?'

Jasmine thought as she couldn't remember anything that happened.
She checked the time on the clock and it was 6:15am. Getting out from the bed quickly, she rushed to the door and locked it.

Taking in a deep breath, she pulled off the clothes and searched her body for any mark. She went to the huge mirror by the dresser and she checked her back.

Nothing!
No mark, no scratch, no bite!
She was completely clean.

She was confused but glad that no harm was done to her. Even if she was raped, she would know but she was perfectly fine. She picked up the clothes and put them on slowly.

'Who brought me here?'

She thought pulling the sweat pant to her waist.
She looked around for anything she could use as a weapon but found nothing. She sighed deeply, raking a hand in her messed hair.

"Okay." She breathed as she walked to the door and leaned closely, pressing her right ear to the door and listened for any sound or foot steps.
Few seconds passed and she heard nothing. Taking slow breaths, she opened the door slightly and poked her head out as she checked the hallway.

There was no sign of anyone around.

She stepped out and closed the door quietly behind her. Walking on tip toes down the big hallway, she noticed there were paintings hanging on both sides of the wall.

She would have loved to stop and admire them, but she wasn't sure of where she was and needed to get out.
As she stepped out from the hallway, the smell of fresh brewed coffee hit her nostrils.

"Mhmm." She inhaled deeply with a low moan as she followed the scent.

As much as the idea was bad, she just couldn't resist the strong scent and needed to get herself a cup of coffee.
Following the smell, she walked into a big kitchen and stopped on her tracks immediately she saw him.

Her jaw dropped and her eyes went wide. She swallowed hard staring at his body. His back was turned to her as he stood behind the kitchen island.

He was wearing only a black short with black Nikes. His shoulders were broad and his body was tanned and well built. His hair was damp and beads of sweat rolled down his back.
He turned and faced her, holding a cup of coffee to his lips. Her eyes moved to his hard toned abs, up his chest and slowly to his face.

She gasped with wide shocking eyes as she realized who her kidnapper was. "Ray...Raymond?" She stammered, completely shocked and confused.

"Hey," Raymond smiled, dropping his cup on the kitchen island and walked up to her. "You're up," he said, standing before her.

Her kidnapper was Raymond?
Her boss?
How?

She opened her mouth and tried to say something but closed it. She was speechless.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked in a worried tone, placing a hand softly on her shoulder as he noticed the look on her face.

She eyes darted to his hand on her shoulder and then moved back to his face. She still said nothing, nodding her head slowly.

"Okay." He let go of her and scratched the back of his neck. "Do you..." He was about to ask but she beat him up to it.

"Why are you wet?" The question flew out from her mouth before she could stop herself.

"Oh shit!" She gasped, covering her mouth with her palm quickly as she realized what she asked.

He let out a chuckle seeing the blush on her cheeks. "I just finished working out," he told her.

She nodded slowly, peeling her palm off her mouth, feeling embarrassed. She felt really stupid for asking him such question.

"How are you feeling?" he asked in a soft tone, looking at her closely.

"I'm good," she said quickly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah,I'm good," she said, giving him a smile.

"Alright." He smiled.

"Uhmm, I'm sorry but I can't quite remember anything from last night. How did I get here?" she asked.

"Well, I was driving back home and then I heard someone scream. So I decided to check who it was and I found out it was you. You were lying on the wet floor, completely soaked and was shaking... like really shaking furiously, so I had to bring you here cause I had no other option," he explained to her.

"So you brought me here...?" She gestured around the kitchen with her hands.

"Yeah, my house," he said, folding his arms.

"Okay." She nodded and smacked her lips lightly. "Umm can I ask, who ....who took off my clothes?"
She asked, praying silently it wasn't him. That maybe one of his maids did the job.

"I did." He answered.

She Chuckled nervously, letting out a snort. "you did?... like you took off my clothes? Not a maid or someone else that is a female? C'mon please be serious."

He let out a chuckle."I don't have a maid. Though, I have a house keeper but she only comes in the morning to do her work. I took off your clothes myself."

She blinked twice quickly as she heard those words again. She was totally speechless as she stood there before him. She inhaled deeply, placing a palm on her forehead as she closed her eyes, clenching her fist hard.

She couldn't believe it. Her boss undressed her!

This can't be happening to her??

It would had been less awkward if it were a stranger, but her boss!

"Hey Jasmine, are you alright?" he asked her in a worried tone.

She opened her eyes slowly and exhaled sharply. "Yeah I'm good," she said weakly, averting her gaze from him and swallowed hard.

He raked a hand in his damp hair as he noticed how uncomfortable she was. Sighing heavily, "I'm sorry but I didn't have any choice okay. You were fucking wet and..."

He stopped as she gave him a death glare.

"Sorry." He apologized and clapsed his hands softly. "I meant, you were soaked by the rain and if I hadn't taken those clothes off and given you a warm bath, you could have gotten sick and..."

"Wait, wait." She raised her hand, stopping him quickly. "Did you just say you gave me a bath?"

She didn't just hear him right.
There was no way her boss would give her a bath. Hell no!
Despite the fact that Raymond and her were close in a friendly way, she still saw him as her boss.

"Yeah, I just said that."

"Oh shit!" Her eyes shot wide in shock. she gripped the hem of the sweater tight, her breathing getting heavy.

'He took off my clothes!

He saw my naked body!

He fucking touched me!'

She thought, feeling a slight headache kicking in.

This was too much to take in. Why did it have to her boss? Why did it have to be Raymond?
She held the edge of the kitchen island to support her stance as she felt weak on the knees.

She silently prayed that the ground would open and swallow her.She felt small and exposed. She was beyond embarrassed.

"Hey, Jasmine." He cupped her face into his palm gently. "Are you alright?" He asked in a worried tone.

She said nothing, placing a palm on her throbbing head.

'Someone should please wake me up from this nightmare!'

She prayed silently, closing her eyes tight.

"Please, say something." He begged, feeling frustrated.
He never expected their conversation to be this awkward. He couldn't tell what she was thinking.

She let out a shaky breath and opened her eyes slowly as her eyes locked with his.

"Oh fuck me!" She groaned, covering her face with her palms.

This was real, not a fucking dream.
She realized, feeling miserable.

Awkward!😂😂....
Let's see what's gonna happen next.