6. Generous Host

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📍Montego Bay
Jamaica

Hayami's POV

Jumping out of my sleep covered my sweet. I grip on to sheets tightly searching for some from of stability.

Images of what happened to me merely hours ago flashed inside my head. My breath hitched and my chest tightened.

Images of his hands on my face, on my body... and suddenly it's hard to breathe.

What is happening to me, why is my body doing this. I ask myself.

My hands start to shake and I fall back onto the bed not being able to hold myself up anymore.

'A panic attack'

Breathe
Breathe
Breathe

I say to myself over and over again trying to calm down to which I do. I've never had a panic attack before, it's like my mind was torturing my body, torturing itself and I couldn't do anything to stop it it just had to ride it out.

I quietly sit up and pulled the covers off me. My feet touch the cold tiles but I didn't care my mind was set on one place.

The bathroom

I desperately need to shower. Entering the bathroom I strip myself and step into the shower. I needed to get clean. I felt so dirty so very very dirty.

I know women all over the world go through much worse but I've never been in a situation like that. Never been assaulted.

I let the water run down my body before picking up the soap and begon scrubbing everywhere.

When I finally got out my skin felt like it was on fire but at least I didn't feel as dirty. I saw a towel hanging and I grabbed it rapping it around my body.

Airse brought me to his house? I question finally as my brain began going back to normal.

Leaving the bathroom I re-enter the bedroom realising that I don't have anything to ware.

Damn it

Suddenly I hear the is pushed open door and I see Aires standing there looking at me. I stand there waiting on him to apologise for barging in on me or for him to say something but he just staring.

Realising that he's staring at my breast I call him out on it. The nerve of this man.

"Hey" I say loudly in annoyance. He immediately meets my eye. "Turn around" I say not wanting him to staring on me.

"Turn around?" He says mockingly. I don't want to deal with this.

Whatever" I reply rolling my eyes

"I need clothes" I says folding my arms mocking his movements. I expect him to reply but he doesn't say say anything.

"No please" he question.

Please he wants me to say please. Hell no

"Fuck off" I says staring him dead in the eyes

To which he chuckles with I strange look in him eyes. Like he has something planned for me.

He leaves the room without saying anything and sigh sitting down on the bed wondering if I was too mean or rude.

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