Chapter Four

                             Two girls surrounded her. One was touching her hair and the second was asking her questions. When did she visit the salon last time? Which brand was her favourite and suited her skin. When they were done. She looked at herself in the gargantuan mirror wall in front of her. Her light brown hair was beautifully highlighted. It was feeling so soft in her hands and damn pretty. Her creamy skin was looking more radiant than before. Her nails were shining blood red. She smiled at two girls who did this brilliant job. 

            " It's beautiful. Thank you." She smiled, for a second she forgot that she wasn't kidnapped from her friend's house. 

       Her thoughts brought her back to him. It created many questions in her brain. Who was he? Why was he pampering her and what about guns? Nothing was making sense. 

       " You are welcome. It's an honour, ma'am. You liked our work. " The beautician smiled and pulled her out of her thoughts. 

       She was contemplating the possibility of getting out of the salon.

        ' He can sell me in a brothel, force himself Or murdered me. ' she shuddered with the thought. 

         It was so embarrassing to remember a moment when she was throwing herself at him. She couldn't remember the whole night with him, definitely, she remembered waking up in his arms. Her brain and heart were orchestrating to flee away. She was educated. She could have any job. If he would not find her in her family's house, he'd surely dismiss her from his mind. His man was guarding out of the door. She could coax him. At least she should try it once. She couldn't overpower the apprehension and guilt from last night. Her eyes were on him who was guarding the door. He did not scooch for a second. He was looking like a terminal figure like other statues. She wouldn't know where his eyes were under black glasses. 

       His phone rang in his pocket. He picked it up. He went out of the glass door. She could use this chance to save her life for whatever he had planned for her. She slightly opened the door. His back was on the door. She stepped out and ran as fast as she could. 

       The silence was broken by what sounded like several gunshots. People started to shout, " Gunshots! Gunshots!" She heard from some people and fear in their voices. 

        She put her hands on her ears and ran to the elevator. She felt a push at her back. Two iron hands were on her belly crawling from her back. Her back was pressed hard in his stone-hard chest. She recognized the touch and cologne. She was struggling, pulling his hands away. This macho man failed her. Her feet were one foot above the ground. It panicked her. 

        " You shouldn't do this." His saccharine tone filled her ears. He whirled her to face him like she was a doll, so lighted. His emerald eyes glared at her bitterly. 

       " Please let me go home." She said tears started to fall. 

       " Stop crying." He punched his fist on the metal wall of the elevator. She flinched with fear that he'd punch her next. She screamed loudly. 

        Both forearms were on his chest pushing him away. She lowered her eyes. She was biting her tongue continuously to stop her tears. He put her down on her feet and forcibly gripped her wrist. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. He pulled her with him. He was looking as he'd explode. She looked back. There was a dent now where he had punched. Astonishingly, she glanced at his back with an open mouth. 

          He's so powerful, she thought. 

          He forced her in his car, " Do you want me to use chloroform to put you under control. I'm not gonna fuc**** hurt you. Have dinner with me like a flighty and decent girlfriend. Then you can take your fine a** back in you blo*** dollhouse." he said coldly, almost shouting. 

         Tears were prickling in her eyes. His words were hurting her. She swallowed it with a heavy sigh. Her heart plummeted. He fisted his hand as he glared at her. He picked her up and plopped down in his lap. She squealed but didn't stop him, " Control your fu****g tears, Roselyn. " he said in a whisper. 

         ' He knows my name! How? He's so rude,' she thought.

        She was astonished as she looked at him. Her tears automatically stopped, " H h.." words got dead in her mouth.

       He smiled and hurtled his head back on the seat. His eyes were closed. He was circling his thumb on her wrist. 

       " Well! Don't invite me with your open mouth. Last night you willingly gave yourself. I don't believe it. Um, I doubt, you'll do it willingly now. " He said hoarsely, glancing at her from under his thick lashes. 

        ' Does he love to snap? '

        Her eyes widened. Instantly she tightly shut her mouth. She got up from his lap. He clenched her waist pulling her down in his lap and shook his head, " You can't run from me. You're mine, till the end of this world. " He said. 

        Her heart fluttered, sending jolts down her body. Mostly, she sat in shock and was worried about his next step for her. His words were puzzling her. 

              ' He can't be serious. '

       He climbed out of his car. Her wrist was sweating where he had clinched it. He tugged her out of the car. It was a five-star hotel. Her family came here occasionally and if not then once in a year on Christmas definitely. She looked at him. He ran his hand on the rumples. He glanced back at her. 

       " Did you consider our talk?" He politely asked. 

       She nodded at him in a blink. She believed he knew more than her name. She fancied this brunch to be over as soon as possible. 

       He didn't unhand her wrist. He was actually behaving like a decent boyfriend which she didn't get to have ever. She swore he had a bad anger issue, just a little pinch he'd be ready to explode or destroy you. 

       He had booked a private space with large windows. He must be a billionaire. He could easily get anyone. Perchance his anger issue couldn't hook his choice. 

       He didn't budge until she finished her food. He held her hand and strolled down toward the parking lot. He stopped near his car. 

       " Who are yo-u?" She asked. She could hear her own breathing. 

       " Why is it so important? " he asked, taking a long stride closer to her. 

       She was scared of him. But she couldn't show it on her face. Your fear could be someone's power. She squinted at him. His face was gleaming with a beautiful smile. He advanced his step toward her. He held her upper arm. He opened the door for her. He walked around the car and climbed himself in the driver seat. She put on the seat belt. 

       'Finally, I'm going home. No more encounters with him.'

       " Do you like food?" He asked as they were dating each other for many years.

       " Y yes, Thank you. " She said as she was watching out of the window. He was keeping his words. They were on the way back home. It was a relief. His phone buzzed in his pocket. She glanced at him. 

  He is extraordinarily handsome, she thought. 

        He cleared his throat and looked out of the window and back on the road. She shifted her eyes before he could catch her staring. She observed her hands in the lap. She was expecting red lines on her wrist, fortunately, it wasn't. He stopped the car in front of the P&F residence. His armed man opened the door for her. The sun was shining brightly in the clear blue sky. He took her into the house as it was her first step in. He released her hand at some distance. She ran inside her room without glancing back. 

        " Ana! Isha! " She shouted in joy as she was glad to be back, stepping in the room. She forgot all the time with him looking at her friend's face but only for a second. 

       " Rose, are you alright? We're worried about you. " Ana hugged her warmly. 

       " I'm fine. " She replied, wrapping her arms around. Isha got up from the bed and hugged them both, " We miss you." she said loudly. They fought, argued but they loved each other.  

        She pulled back from them and gazed back at him. He was talking to his man. 

       " He was here all the time pointing his gun at us. " Ana grimaced. 

       " He didn't allow me to pee. " Isha mopped. 

       " Well! You should go while he's busy with him. " Ana murmured. 

       " What did he do to you? " Ana mumbled.

       " You're looking pretty and your hair! It's just awesome." Both touched her hair and nodded at each other in approval. 

       " Ladies! " he cleared his throat. Her body stiffened and she glanced at him with big eyes, " I'll get it. If anyone of you would try to hurt her and put any stupid question. Believe me! I'll chop your bones. " He threatened them. 

        She saw them trembling, " We love her. " Ana cowardly replied. 

       " We'll not hurt her. " Isha completed. 

       " You! " He pointed his finger at Isha, " She ain't your doll anymore. " 

       " G g g got it. She's my sister," she said speedily. 

       He turned to her and caressed her cheek. He ambled out of the room. She took a deep sigh. When he was out of sight, she glanced back at them. They were still staring at the empty way. 

       " He has gone. " She said with relief. 

       " Yes, what..... " Isha opened her mouth to ask her but closed immediately. 

       " You don't want him to chop your bones. " Ana smirked. 

        " Yes! Let's shower as we can't ask her anytime. It's useless to get excited." Isha contorted her face. 

       " You need to pee, I guess. " Ana chuckled. 

       " Oh, " Isha ran to the washroom. 

       She was in the centre of the bedroom. Isha made excuses to their parents that it would be a night out at Ana's stay. She closed her eyes in hopes she'd forget this day as a nightmare as well as last night too. 

       It was quite impossible. One nightstand, gunshots, his angry look, cute smile, handsome face and a glint of amusement in his beautiful emerald eyes were fresh in her mind.