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chapter 51

By 10:15am, Jasmine walked into the gallery, dressed in a grey coat, purple top that was tucked into her black skirt with black sandals. She had applied enough make up to cover the sacks under her eyes.

As she walked to her desk, she saw Gloria walking towards her. Jasmine let out a sigh and placed a smile on her face when Gloria approached her.

"Good morning Gloria. I'm so sorry for coming late, I...."

"Hey, it's alright." Gloria cut her off with a warm smile on her face as she gave Jasmine a hug. "Boss called yesterday and told me that you caught the flu. Are you feeling better now?"
Gloria asked, placing a hand on Jasmine's shoulder.

Jasmine smiled with a nod. "Yeah, I'm better now."
She was grateful that Raymond had covered up for her absence yesterday by telling Gloria that she wasn't feeling well.

"Are you sure?" Gloria asked, searching Jasmine's face. "You don't have to be here if you haven't fully recovered. I can give you another day off."

Jasmine Chuckled softly. "No need for that Gloria. I appreciate your concern but I'm perfectly okay."
She assured Gloria with a smile.

Gloria let out a sigh, letting go of Jasmine's shoulder. "Well I'm glad you're okay now. Mrs Smith called this morning and said she has the flu. She was coughing and sneezing hard so I gave her two days off to get better. With the heavy rain these days, it's so easy for someone to catch the flu."

"Yeah you're right. I feel so bad for Mrs Smith, i hope she gets better,"
Jasmine said in a worried tone.

"Me too." Gloria agreed with a short nod. "Anyways, the buyer that wants the sylvander sister's painting is here. So I'm off to meet him." She informed Jasmine.

"Oh, that's great."

The sylvander sister's painting had been on display for seven months at the gallery. The sylvander sisters was a book set in the nineties that was written by a best selling author, Jacqueline Briskin and one of Raymond's artist decided to make a painting of the three sisters.

"Alright I'm off now, see you later." Gloria gave Jasmine's arm a soft pat on the back and left.

Jasmine turned and walked to her desk, placing her bag on the table as she sat down with a sigh.

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When the meeting with the investors was over, Raymond went back to his suite, grabbed his luggage and drove off to the airport to catch his flight to Gainesville.  After waking up from his nightmare earlier that morning, Raymond didn't want to stay in France for another day.

He needed to get back home, he needed to get back to Jasmine.
As crazy as the idea sounded in his head, he longed to see Jasmine. He longed to stare into her blue eyes and see a smile on her beautiful face and hear her laugh at his stories.
He needed the closure as he hoped he might find answers as to why he didn't have any nightmare when he slept with her in his bedroom and how it was possible that she came to him in his dreams when he thought it was over for him.

He chewed on his nails, a habit he'd stopped doing since he was young as he thought about Jasmine throughout his flight back home.

It was 12pm when Raymond got back to his house. Leaving his luggage in the living room, he walked to the bar and fixed himself a glass of scotch. Sitting down on the barstool with his glass in his hand, staring at his phone on the counter, he thought of who to call.
He thought of calling his mom but decided against it. Hearing him talk about a woman that was messing with his mind would give his mother joy as she would go on telling him that he was in love.

He didn't want to believe he was in love with Jasmine. He shook the thought away in annoyance as he kept telling himself that there was no way he could be in love with Jasmine. Just because he couldn't stop thinking about her doesn't mean he was in love. The idea was ridiculous and he shrugged it off.

"Fuck." He mumbled, taking a swing of his drink.
All these thoughts about Jasmine began since the moment he'd found her that night in the alley, under the rain.
If only she had stayed at home and not ran out, he wouldn't have met her under that circumstance that night. His mind wouldn't be clouded with images of Jasmine in his arms. He would still be in France, having a good time with the beautiful ladies that would come to give him pleasure.
He thought.

Raymond let out a long sigh, raked a hand in his hair and grabbed his phone and called Bright.

Bright answered the call after the second ring. "Hey man."

"Hey," Raymond said in a low tone as he refilled his glass.

"What's up with the voice? You haven't found a lady to satisfy you or what?"

Raymond let out a sigh and shook his head. "You're fucking crazy man."
He heard Bright laughing at the other end.

"So why are you sounding like you haven't fucked anyone since you got to France?" Bright laughed.

"Can you just stop saying that. I'm not in the mood for your silly jokes this night." Raymond groaned, bringing the glass to his lips as he took a long sip.

"Night?" Bright sounded confused as his laughter died down. "I thought it's morning over there?"

"I'm back man," Raymond said, placing the glass gently on the counter.

"You're back? So you mean you're at home now?" Bright asked.

"Yeah." Raymond nodded.

"Why're you back home early man?"

Raymond sighed and rubbed his eyes.
This was the question he kept asking himself since he boarded the plane and he couldn't find any reasonable answer to clear his mind.

"I don't know man." Raymond let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his temple.

"Hey, you okay bro? What's wrong?"
Bright asked in a worried tone.
He knew Raymond too well and knew when something was bothering Raymond.

"Everything is wrong man. I don't know what's going on but I think I'm under a fucking spell."

"What?" Bright sounded confused.

"She fucking put a spell on me man. I can't concentrate, I can't focus. I'm loosing my goddamn mind because of her."
Raymond's breathing was rough and he banged a fist on the counter. He felt a little bit relieved that he was able to tell someone what he was going through, even though he knew that Bright wouldn't understand what he was saying.

"Hey, hey slow down man. What're you saying? I don't understand. What do you mean someone put a spell on you? What's going on?" Bright asked.

Raymond raked a hand in his hair in frustration and took a long shot of his drink, slamming the glass hard on the counter. The glass Shattered in his hand and the remaining content spilled on the counter, tiny pieces of glass fell to the floor.

"Geez man, what was that?" Bright asked as he heard the shattered noise of the glass.

Raymond opened his palm slowly, feeling a slight pain as he saw a piece of glass stuck to his flesh, blood coming out slowly from the wound.

"Shit!" Raymond cussed angrily, staring at the mess on the floor and his bleeding palm.

"Hey Raymond,what's going on?
Are you alright?"

"Yeah..yeah, i'll talk to you later man." Raymond ended the call quickly, dropping his phone on the counter.

"Fuck." He winced, slowly pulling out the glass from his flesh, causing more blood to pour out.
He grabbed the bottle of Scotch and poured the drink on the open wound.

"Fuck!" He let out a deep groan as the drink washed the blood out. He took a swing from the bottle and placed it on the counter .

He got down from the stool and grabbed his keys and phone, walking out from the house and got into his car. The pain he felt from the wound didn't matter. Nothing mattered to him except seeing Jasmine. And so with his bleeding palm, he gripped the steering wheel and drove straight to Jasmine's house.


I know you guys are desperately waiting for Raymond to accept his feelings..I'm waiting too
Hahaha .

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