"Me!" Jasmine's words came out in a tone of uncertainty and disbelief.

'Is he fucking serious!
He wants me to be his date to his sister's wedding?'

She thought, staring at him with a confused look on her face.

"Yes, you," he said to her with a grin.

"But...but..I don't understand." She stuttered.

He chuckled."What do you mean you don't understand?"

"I mean why me? why would you choose me to be your date?" she questioned.

He inhaled sharply and sighed.
Why are they questioning him? First Sophia and now Jasmine.
Like seriously! A handsome man asks you out to be his date and instead of squealing with excitement they choose to ask him questions.
Yes, he was asking his secretary to be his date, but it was because he had no other option and he couldn't bring himself to ask any of the women he slept with to be his date.

"Look, I'm out of options right now and I can't go to my sister's wedding without a date or she would kick me out." He explained to her.

She let out a snort."Who kicks their siblings out from their wedding because of they have no date?"

"Exactly!" He raised his hands in the air.
Finally, someone has agreed with him.
"Who does such a ridiculous thing? I'll tell you who, it's my bloody sister."

"Like seriously?" She laughed.

"Yeah, I'm telling you that girl is a pain in the ass," he said with a scoff.

"I'm not really sure about this. I mean, I'm probably sure those your..."
She stopped immediately when he raised his brows at her.
She scratched the back of her neck lightly and averted her eyes from his gaze, pausing her lips into a thin line.

"Those my what?" He questioned with a crooked smile on his face, wanting her to finish her sentence. He knew what she wanted to say and he was enjoying the look on her face.

"What I was trying to say is, i'm probably sure your female friends would love this nice invitation," she said with a nervous laugh.
Since she started working for Raymond, she had seen different women coming to the gallery to see him.

He chuckled steadily. "Well, all my female friends as you call them disappointed me and like I said, I can't go to this wedding alone, so you're coming with me."

"But.." She hesitated and a long sigh left her lips.
She loved going to weddings and it had been a long time since she went to one. But going to a wedding with her boss sounds really awkward.

"So?" He leaned closely, waiting patiently for her response.

She knew she had to give him a response but she was fidgeting. But then she thought, he actually saved her life and brought her to his home. The least she could do was to appreciate him by accepting his request.

"Fine." She breathed, raking a hand in her hair.

"Fine?"

Did she just agree to be his date?
He was surprised that she didn't argue with him like she always did.

"I'll be your date," she said to him.

He let out a sigh of relief as he chuckled. "Wow! that was quick."

"Don't even try to say anything or I'll change my mind." She gave him a warning look, pointing a finger at him.

He threw his hands in the air as he laughed. "Geez, i wasn't gonna say anything."

She rolled her eyes at him as a smile played on your lips.

"Thank you," he said with a smile.

She gave him a short nod and a shy smile. "So do I have to prepare a passport or something?" She inquired.

"No." He chuckled. "Dont worry about that, we'll be using my private jet."

"What! You have a private jet?" Her eyes went wide in shock.
She didn't know he had a private jet because whenever they had to go for art shows or exhibition in other cities, they would use a public plane.

"Yeah," he said with a shrug. "I don't really like to fly her alot unless I'm going home and it's because of my mom"

"Your mum?" She asked, folding her arms.

He sighed. "Yeah, she gave me the jet as a gift and insisted that any time I was coming home, i should use it."
He explained.
Raymond wasn't one who likes to show off his wealth. He never wanted the jet but his mom persuaded him to accept it so that anytime she called him, he would fly home to her immediately.

"Hmm." She nodded as she leaned on the island, looking at him closely. "You know, you're really different."

"Different? How?" He let out a chuckle, folding his arms.

"Yes, you are. I mean, you own a big gallery and a multi billion company and yet you don't have a driver, maids in your house, no security guards and you fucking use public planes rather than your own jet. Who does that!"
she said with a snort and Chuckled.

He laughed. "So that's why you think I'm different."

"Well yeah. It seems kind of weird you don't have servants knowing how wealthy you are," she said.

He shook his head slowly looking at her with an amused smile on his face.
No woman had asked him these questions because they were really focused on his money and sexy body. He was amused by her question and he stared into her blue eyes.

"You're right. It's kinda weird but that's just how i chose to live my life. I live a simple and quiet life, though I love to spend my money on things that I love," he told her.

"Hmm, like your Ferraris right," she said with a grin. She had seen him drive to work with three of his Ferraris.

"Yeah, like my three beautiful babies." He nodded with a silly smile on his face and she laughed.

"Well, I don't have a driver because I love to drive my cars myself and I don't have maids flocking around because I love my privacy that's why I only have a house keeper. It's not like anyone is trying to attack me or something, so I don't see the need for guards following me around. I'm just a normal rich guy who loves a simple and quiet life," he told her.

She said nothing as she sat there staring at him with a smile on her face.
His lifestyle was really different from the rich people she had known or encountered in her life and she loved it.

"That's really nice," she said softly with a grin.

"Thanks." He chuckled. "So what about you?"

"What about me?" She arched her brows.

"You're actually different from most women I've met and worked with," he said.

She scoffed."What? Me? I'm not different."

"Yes you are Jasmine, and I think that's what makes you special," he said, giving her a warm smile.

"Ohh." She wasn't expecting that from him and she could feel her face heating up from her sudden blush.
"Thanks," she said, fumbling with the hem of her sweater.
She always fumbled with her clothes whenever she was nervous or felt uneasy.

He chuckled, looking at her. He loved how he makes her blush, it made her really beautiful. The way her cheeks would turn red, the way her eyes would look away from his gaze, the way her blue eyes always lights up and the way she constantly fumbled with her clothes whenever she felt uncomfortable or nervous. Yeah, he had really noticed alot about her.

Images of her in his arms came back to him and he shook the thoughts away. He needed to stop thinking about her in that way.

"Are you hungry cause I am," he said with a chuckle and stood up. He didn't take his dinner as he was too tired after the whole event that happened last night and couldn't resist letting go of Jasmine as he held her in his arms.

"Yeah I am," she said, placing a hand on her flat stomach, remembering she hadn't eaten anything since her lunch yesterday.

"Great." He clapsed his hands lightly. "Do you love pancakes?" he asked, walking over to the kitchen cabinet, opened it and took out a pan.

"Of course." She chuckled as she stood up and walked up to him. "Let me help you out." She offered, taking the pan from him.

"Okay." He smiled and walked over to the pantry where his house keeper kept the baking supplies.
They talked and laughed as they made breakfast together.

She watched him with a smile on her face while he flipped the pancake in the pan with a spatula as he told her about an encounter he had with a photographer when he travelled to Europe.
Never in her wildest dreams did she ever imagine herself waking up in Raymond's house and preparing breakfast with him.

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