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For the whole night, I couldn't sleep. I was struggling to make myself comfortable enough at the beginning of my new life.The ceiling above was old, making me realize that when things get old, it becomes more confident but when the heart grows old it becomes a stagnant deed in the name of affection.
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I woke up when I heard the sound of the doorbell. It kept ringing and ringing without giving me a second to think.
The weather was dictating to me that a storm is about to come. Even though it made me shiver through fear.
The banging on the door started heavily.
It was 5'o clock in the morning. Even the sun was afraid to come out and shine bright in the sky when I was feeling attacked.
Who are they?
Thieves?
But why?
I haven't anything precious with me except my mother. Well, she is invaluable.
Then who are they?
Why I am not able t
Y -+-+-+&--+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-- Nothing hurts the world Not even the power Not even the struggle Except the will to do certain things. I was hung on his shoulders as I weight nothing, only a piece of meat to him. "Put me down! Will you?" I shouted, but the man with determination in his eyes didn't listen to me. We were not in the big airport in the city, instead, it was a private one. There was no crowd, only staff members to welcome him and me, "I don't want to hear anything," his cold voice came more as a statement. And I hated his guts! He was treating me as if I were an object to him. How can he be so heartless? I glared at him, hard enough to let him know that I am still a woman who has the power to do anything according to her will. However, he cannot see my deadly stare, not at least now! Then I realised i
-++-++-+++--+-+-+-+-+-+----+---+-+-++-++ I didn't let him revert because I knew he was furious his one hand was on my waist that's why in a whisper I let him go and distanced myself from his warm presence. He wanted to hold my hand by taking control of my wrist but I didn't let him do that. A black range rover was there with a driver to welcome him. It was all because of him. And I just a substance to flatter. We got inside while having silence between us. His cell phone started ringing, he looked outside while putting down his sunglasses then I saw his eyes in a while. His eyes were pale as he hadn't slept in nights. What happened to him? And to whom he is talking? I saw his knuckles turning white, and a muscle in his jaw twitching. Is he talking to his girlfriend Sophia?? Or is he talking to his father? I looked outside, to glance at the roads of London. Our car passed nearby Buckingham Palace. Its artistic beauty of it was enough to attract anyone. I wanted to go in th
- -+-++&-+-++(++-+-+-+-++++-+-+-+-+-+----++-+- I glared hard at him. "Have you lost your mind?" I growled. Yes, I was mad! Mad because he was the one who asked me to accompany him then out of nowhere he decided to have a chit-chat with Sophia. How dare he? He ordered me so that he could make me a laughing stock. And I won't let that happen. If he wants to play with fire then let him play because he doesn't know his hands will be burned at the hand. "Why? I am perfectly fine. Ms Brooke," he cleared his throat but his hands were doing something else. I felt a cold touch through my knees to my upper thigh. It made me shiver from head to toe. What is he doing? "What are you doing? Get off me now!" I uttered. However, it came more like a whisper. It was barely audible to me. "What I am doing?" His eyes were twinkling from amusement, his breathing was shallow. His chest was rising from up to down. So he wants me to confess that his touch was affecting me? On dear, he made me his
-+-++--+++++++-+-+++-+--+++-++--++---++++ Head held high. Heels we're making noise telling everyone that Ashley Brooke is coming. A girl in a suit is not normal, at least not on the roads of London. Where everyone was wearing laces dresses, and truth to be told I have not expected anything better it is London of course! Where queen Victoria lives in all her glory. Wish I could get a glimpse of her. I want to glance at her, to her royal palace, the royal chariot which gave life to the beautiful artistic culture. I want to see everything with my eyes in a single day so that I can capture everything in my memory. I started walking on the road, my hair loosened resting on my shoulders, telling everyone that I am a woman in Men's clothes. However, I need to analyse quickly how am I going to travel? I cannot walk all day and pretend nothing would hurt me. Neither can I book a cab here, it will be costly for me to do so. Therefore, I need to find a bus station! Though I need to hurry
-+-+-+-+--+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- His eyes were crystal clear and in the mid of Wembley park, I could see the sorrow in his eyes. What's up with him? "Mr Steward how come you are here?" I stared at his chiselled face. He can be anywhere, but why on earth are two people from New York City designed to meet in London? What is he doing here? Is he too on business purposes?? "I have some work to finish," his jaw was clenched, he was in fuming anger when he uttered the same words to me. And what kind of work he might have to finish? I should ask him about his absence since the last incident where he and Mr Jensen got engulfed in a fight. "Mr Steward, what happened to you after that fight?" Oh boy, I shouldn't have asked him a direct question. His gritted teeth and popping-out veins were telling me I have done a huge mistake. But rather to say something malicious, he just smiled. "I am a very busy man Ms Brooke. I had a project to complete," they stared up at the sky and
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-++--+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-- He was glancing outside the window.There was no light in the room, not even a glimpse of shine. My heart was thumping in my chest, I was anxious to see him and I should have reached here before him. Now, he will ask me! He will ask me various questions. And I don't understand how could he within a second reach near to the window. His back was on me and in his lean posture he was holding a cigarette and letting out a puff of smoke. He should stop using this cautious element. "Where were you?" A cold voice, hard as stone, shrieked me from thunder and I gulped in horror. " Mr Jensen, are you okay?" I tried to utter in my crumpled voice, that something is not right here. The aura the weather everything is damned. He is making me anxious. And the cigarette in his made me even more in anger. I wanted to put some sense in him, in his stone head that he is making his health suffer. I wanted to snatch that cigarette from his hand and throw it
-+-+-+&+-++-+-+-+-++-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-He, himself was looking like a mischievous person though his attentive personality was alluring, still, I could see his knuckles were turning white.What's the matter with him?And where are we going?Does he know with whom I was throughout the day?I hope he never finds out!I didn't do any makeup. Didn't even apply lipstick. Even in the city of London, I was not in the mood to get dolled up again when he is around me.And I hope he realises soo that I am not the right woman to play this act, I hope he finds me as plain as empty paper.He cleared his throat and extended his arm so that I could grab it, and get plugged into it.He didn't utter a word, didn't even glance at me again. Maybe it is going to work.As we came inside the elevator. There was no one between us. We were alone waiting to reach the ground area as soon as possible."What were you doing Ms Brooke in my absence?" He asked out of nowhere making me come out of my inner world.And wha
-+-+-+-+&+&+&+--+-+-+--+-+-&+-+-+-+-+- This is the time of night when the world sleeps and the moon shines bright in the sky but we are here pretending to be lovers, oh wait! I am the one who has to pretend deeply and madly in love he is just going to follow my tactics right? Well, these were the words of a man who thinks himself a gentleman but he is hardly a man when it comes to pride and worship of words. The paparazzi were there as always and why not? When his extensively demanded personality showcased himself in the public. "Mr Jensen! Mr Jensen!" I heard chanting of his name as if he was a God or an actor. I have never seen such charisma for anyone as the way I am seeing Mr Jensen's popularity. "Blake Jensen, I love you!" Suddenly, a feminine voice came from the public. Oh yes. You love him and blake Jensen is. Playboy! He must be loving you with the right amount. Now from the bottom of my heart, I want to announce that you should take Mr Jensen as your lover so that he c