Chapter 3: Hangover

"Hmm, why does my head hurt so much, ahh my whole body hurts or was I hit in my dream? I guess so," Jasmine complained, stretching her legs and arms. She had just woken up, and her head was spinning as if someone were hitting it hard with a hammer. She stared at her surrounding, and she quickly sat up straight on the bed.

"Wait, what? Where is this? This isn't my room, what happened?" She thought.

Memories of the previous night came flashing into her head. She and Candy had gone to a big club which had three floors, and then candy left her to order drinks. After she left, a guy approached her and was talking about ladies, ladies, and ladies. She recollected that after he left, another guy came and then the bartender who gave her drinks. So, after that what happened? How did she end up here? And this isn't Candy's apartment, either.

Jasmine stood up from the bed and saw she was still wearing the gown from last night.

She should find a way to get out of this place. What if she was kidnapped? So many questions were popping into her head, and she has no answer to them.

Her head was pounding badly, and her stomach was grumbling. She turned the door knob of the room and, surprisedly, it opened. Jasmine quickly tiptoed out of the room.

Huh, this house looks familiar. Was she here in her previous life, and that's why the house looks familiar? She walked down the stairs, staring at the big house, confused. Surely, she must have been here before, but her mind wouldn't register on what occasion.

"Oh, I see you're finally awake," she heard a deep voice coming from behind. She turned around, and her brows drew together. What is he doing here? He was standing at the door, she guessed was the kitchen's.

"Y-You?"

"Yes me, were you expecting someone else?" Caden asked, pulling off his hand gloves and throwing it inside the kitchen.

"Did you kidnap me?" Jasmine asked, glaring at him. Her eyes telling him it better not be true.

"More like I molested you," he answered causing her to touch her body and searching for any injuries or discomfort, but she found none Everything is alright with her body except her head which was making her see stars. She now knows why this house looked so familiar. That was because it's Caden's house, and she had been here once before.

"You know you wouldn't dare, unless you want me to beat you to a pulp," Jasmine said and Caden chuckled.

She has started with this attitude again whereas, just yesterday, she had fallen asleep from only a glass of spiked wine.

"Why didn't you beat him then?"

"Who?

"Your harasser, anyway, drink this," he said stretching his hand forward for her to take the cup in his hand which she didn't notice he has been holding. And what was he talking about? Harasser, what harasser? Well, since he couldn't explain to her, she wasn't going to press him either. She stared at the liquid in the cup he handed her, and she cringed in her face. Eww, it sucks. It was a black liquid with a very foul smell.

"What is this disgusting drink?" She asked, staring at it in disgust.

"It's a hangover soup. Drink it quickly before it gets cold," he said and Jasmine remembered her pounding head, but how could she drink this black soup.

"But I can drink this."

"Why? I know you have a headache."

"Yes, but this thing is so disgusting. How do you expect me to drink this? It seems you're a herbalist, making this kind of drink," she said, staring at him.

"I didn't make it, Mrs. Cliff did. It works like magic. If you don't want it, give it back, and you can keep being in pains. Not like I care" Caden said, ready to take back the hangover drink. Jasmine stared at the soup and then back at him, before she held her nose between her thumb and forefinger. She brought the soup to her mouth and quickly gulp it down. It was so bitter and the foul smell made her want to puke. How could he give her something like this to drink. It's just a hangover, not some disease.

"Come, I'll give you chocolate," Caden offered, entering into the kitchen with Jasmine behind him. He gave her two chocolate bar and watched as she hastily tore the sachet away and devoured the chocolate.

Sigh!

Thank goodness, her mouth was now filled with a sweet chocolate flavour. The bar chocolate was so nice that her stomach grumbled for more. Caden heard the sound her stomach made, and he said,

"Sit down on one of the dining chairs, I'll bring some food for you."

Jasmine cleared her throat in embarrassment and walked to the dining at the end of the kitchen and sat on one chair. In no time, he brought the food and placed it on the table. It was a chicken sandwich and hot tea. Hmm, Mrs. Cliff must really have magic in her hands and she knew Caden can't make this sweet sandwich. This was one of the best she has tasted in her entire life and if he offered her a second plate, she would definitely eat it without a second thought.

Her head was no longer pounding, he was right, the concoction or hangover soup, whatever he had given her, worked like magic. Something suddenly popped up in her head. It's possible he kidnapped her because she cunningly took his shares months ago. It would be a problem if Caden has kidnapped her because she just ate his food. What if he had poisoned the sandwich and tea? Oh no, how could she be so dumb to eat the food of her kidnapper and even called it delicious. Jasmine felt the bile of sandwich rise to her throat, but she stopped herself from puking.