-+-+-+-+&+&+&+--+-+-+--+-+-&+-+-+-+-+- 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
-+-+-+-++-(+-+((+---(-+-+--(-+-&+&++&--&& I heard my voice ordering another glass of drink. Okay, I am drunk! And not just regular drunk! I am drunk enough to we're myself as the queen of this word. I m drunk enough to beat the shit out of Blake! I am drunk enough to smash his head hard on the wall. I am drunk to forget everything about this life! I am drunk enough to make his life hell! "I need one more glass!" I shouted. My figure was clumsy and my hair? Oh, they were a blizzard I need to do something right now to smash all the dirt on his face! But what can I do? But what can I do to strangle his figure in public? I got up, I was tipsy, I was hardly able to walk and mumbling what I cannot even understand. I saw him. His tall figure around the corner, he was engulfed in talking to another girl. The way that girl was chuckl
-+-+-+-+-+--+-++-+---+---++&+&++&+&+&+ As I landed my foot on the ground I felt reluctant about the obviousness of my life. I am pleased to announce that the man who was behind me acting as an investigator is finally gone. The air around me is free now. I can finally take a breath here with my open arms. This floor was empty but I can hear something. Water was dripping from one of the washrooms. I don't understand the fact that how can this hotel which is possibly one of the adequate hotels in the country can have such brokerages that are unsuited? Anyways I moved to go in the direction of the sound so that I could understand what are the consequences I am willing to face while making my statement here. I was struggling to find the washroom when the voice got detached making me realise someone must be there that's why the noise got stopped. I struggled in vain t
-+-+&-+%++%+-+-+-+-+-+--%+-%+-+%- "You!" He raised his index finger and pointed toward me. What does he want to say? "You have planned this! Didn't you?" How dare he? Though I wanted to ruin his image still there was no need for him to put dirt on my name and accuse me of what I didn't do. "Have you lost your mind, Mr Jensen?" I blurted out in anger. "This isn't the way you should speak to me, Ms Brooke!" He narrowed his eyes at me. He was still walking in temperament. His jaw was clenched and stress was all over his face. "Someone is trying to put me down!" He was talking to himself.But as a woman, I have to hear whatever he is saying. Who is trying to put his image down? Well, when I think about him I can clearly say that he is not a man of words or not a gentleman. He must have tortured with his ruthless to many peop
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ I should behave like a woman who has everything on her dinner table. Varieties of continental food with several flavours of soft drinks. I gawked them keenly with my sharp eyes and gulped in horror to see such a great amount of food on the table. Why such wastage of food? I saw the man who was sitting on the opposite side glancing at me with his clenched jaw. "Mr Jensen, what are you staring at?" It tried to fumble while thrusting food in my mouth. "You are supposed to call me Blake!" He snapped. "Okay, Blake what are you staring at boy?" I drank the cola flavour drink while chewing the food. "Look, Ms Brooke, behave! This isn't the way to eat." He narrowed his eyes again. What's his dilemma? "You are supposed to call me by my name," I muttered while enjoying the delicious meal which was on the table. "Ashley, behave yoursel
-+-+-+-+-+-+-++-+-+-+-+-+++-+--+-+-+-+-- Everyone with their mischievous eyes was staring.Oh well, not at me. No, not! And why would they stare at me? When I am the one who was hanging my arm around my Blake. And the blonde Sophia is watching us as she has swallowed a living chicken. "Hey, big mouth woman! What are you staring at?" I raised my chin high and looked into her eyes directly to tell her that I am his fiancee. I am his fake fiancee and you are his real girlfriend! Well! The public doesn't know that. Mr Jensen's mouth was hung open. "How dare you?" She accused me while pointing her index finger. Who is she to raise her voice on me? I am here as Blake's fiancee then I should behave like one. I stepped forwards and crossed my arms across my chest while raising one of my eyebrows. "I am his fiancee, and who are you?"
-+-+-+-++++-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+++-+-+-+-+-+- What would be the extreme anguish word for having feelings? Is there any word that exists in the world for feeling like ice in a tempted forest? I was standing with dignity, lurking my eyes everywhere I could land my vision. He was gone. Somewhere maybe out from this world. Out because what he would be doing if he had to stand here? He has gone to attend his significant call which he cannot reject in any circumstances. What about Me Blake Jensen? All the paparazzi have everything about his life as an open mirror but the mirror always hides the truth. And I am keen to know what he is hiding. This cannot be as simple as it looks. No, it is not. What is he hiding? If he considers himself A powerful billionaire then why he was anxious when Sophia arrived here. Is Sophia his girlfriend, or more than t
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-----+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ "I am not Sophia!" The sheering silence was sufficient to let me know that I am in danger. I took a step back, hesitate for a moment then asked in my vulnerable state, "then who are you?" "I am your well-wisher!" Oh really? You don't look like one by covering your face with a mask and asking to confront you alone. "What do you mean?" I asked in my shattering voice. "Do as I say, stay away from Blake Jensen!" He commanded me again. What is this? He is ordering me as I am dying to be with Mr Jensen.And wait for a second if the person is not Sophia and not related to her anyhow. Then who the hell is he? And why the hell is he ordering me? I know I don't want to associate with Blake, I want to be free as a bird in the sky but this isn't the right way. Not when