Make Me Yours.

Chapter 8.

**Melissa Murphy's POV...**

I wake up on a couch that is very unfamiliar to me. I wasn't nervous or scared, but I was curious. I mean literally, every time I'm out clubbing I always end up waking up at someone's house or someone in my bed. I stood up from the couch and explored the place on my own. To my surprise, this place is huge.
Did some rich guy from the club take me here cause holy shit. This stuff in here are worth millions, I guarantee.
I walk over to the kitchen as I admire all the paintings on the walls. I then see a door that was the only one painted blue. It was a navy blue colour. I stood at it for a bit until my curiosity came over me. I opened up the door and noticed a massive bed in front of me. Not only a massive bed, but a bunch of toys that are used for sex...
There were chains and cuffs on the bed just sitting there. I was put back into reality when I hear a voice behind me.
"What are you doing?" I jump out of fright as I turn around, now noticing Mr Banks in front of me. What am I doing in his house? And why the fuck do I now know that my boss is into BDSM. I'm in Colby Banks house and he enjoys BDSM. God Melissa, say something.
"I could say the same thing to you." I say as I turn around. "I live here." He responds.
I gulp hard, not knowing what to do or say. But then I finally managed to speak. "Why am I here?" I asked. My voice was shaky. I look at Colby and he looked a bit uneasy. Yeah, you and me both. "I knew you would asked that?" He said, giving me such a weak smile.
"You were drunk last night so I...took you in for the night." He replied to me as he poured himself a glass of bourbon.
I take slow breaths, still seeing that his BDSM door is STILL OPENED, FUCKEN. I turn my head to quickly look at him. "Didn't your parents teach you anything?" He asked me in a harsh tone as he walked by me, closing the blue door. Hold up, let me rephrase that. His BDSM ROOM.
"I know. I'm sorry I-I was just looking around-"
"Just, don't go through the blue door." He says after cutting me off. "You're right, I'm sorry." I apologise, then the room became quiet. "What happened last night, Mr Banks?" I could see from his face he seemed hesitant to answer that. "Nothing bad." Is all he says. And there it was again...silence. "Am I fired, Mr Banks?" I asked him, breaking the silence. He looked at me with a stern look, then neutral. "No." Was all he said. "So, I-I'll see you at work today?" I asked. "No, you'll stay home today."
"Why?" I asked confused. "You'll stay home and rest." He says as he downs his bourbon that he had poured. "Bandit will meet you outside." He added. "Where are my clothes?" I asked. "In the wash, you'll get them another time." He replied.
I breathe in, then exhaled heavily, ending it with a sniffle. I walk outside and waited for Bandit to come. Lucky I didn't have to wait so long. I notice Bandit opening the back door for me which caused me to give him a small smile. He's so sweet and such a gentleman. "Thankyou so much." I say, giving him a much bigger smile. He followed back with a smile as well.
"We're here, Miss."
"I appreciate this so much Bandit." I say. "I'm on duty, ma'am." Is all he says, then gives me a lopsided smile.
I walk into the house now seeing Roni on the couch. She quickly shot up from where she was seated and ran towards me. "Where have you been all night? And who's clothes are they?" She yells. Oh yeah, these are my bosses clothes.
"You won't believe where I was." I say after dropping my shoes on the ground. "Spit it out." I look at her and contemplate whether I should tell her or not. "Not right now. I'm tired and I need to sleep." I felt bad but I don't think it would be very appropriate to speak about what happened. I get she's my best friend and I get Mr Banks was just helping me but it still seems strange that I stayed at my bosses house. If I tell her about that room, she'll think I did it with my boss. Especially since I came home with his clothes on me.
I wonder what Bandit would have thought when he saw me in his clothes. Plus, I can't forget the BDSM room. She'll definitely think I got laid by him. That was extremely strange for me to find out about, though. Sure Mr Banks is very attractive and seems like he would be great at sex but he doesn't seem like the type to be dominant. Does he bring all women to his house and do that with them? Maybe he did that with his soulmate or ex soulmate. Maybe all his assistants? No, Melissa. Shut up.
I walked into my room, feeling tired and gross. After undressing myself, I jump in the shower and lower myself. I sit on the cold tile that is built into the shower and I let the hot water touch my skin. I let it burn my skin and leave red marks. It felt amazing, I felt so much more cleaner. I felt fresh. After my shower, I grabbed Mr Banks clothes and put them in the wash. I didn't want to return it to him dirty.