-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-++(-+-+-+ It lasted only a second for me. I have tried anyway to shield my face from my hair, so he would no longer be kissing me. With all the history with Mr Jensen, I don't want to create another mockery of my life with Mr Stewart. He gave me his blazer to shield me from the paparazzi's cameras, I borrowed it anyway to hide my real identity if only I would be able to find Blake Jensen, aspects would have been different. He clasped my hand with him and guided me to come inside the building. We were walking side by side, our arms were brushing with each other making me shudder in horror again. I could feel the glances of everyone around me. They must be believing I am Mr Stewart's girlfriend. Some girls were flickering to stare at us, while some were simply furious to even think. However, I tried to remain calm as much as possible to keep my posture low, I am not going to intrude publicly on anything to make matters even worse. Besides that,

-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+++-+-+-+-+-+-+-++- - When I was a little child, I used to think beauty is what we see on television, and I used to believe that I can never be beautiful enough to match their standards but when I found myself getting a makeover, I realise everything is fake from hair to a nail and no one can do anything about it. perhaps, it's about our perception too, we stare at those things which we find brilliant, doesn't matter what it costs to develop them. "What are you doing? Sit straight?" I heard Sam's thrashing voice bleeding my ears. I was seated in a straight posture but he was not satisfied, he thinks I am a clown or at least he wants me to become a clown. "Your shoulders are too wide, your lips are too plump, your eyebrows look like a forest, and your hair? From how many days you have not washed them?" I opened my mouth to revert him but his deadly glare made me silent again. "Don't you dare to open your mouth, I am working on you, " I have not uttered a sin

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- who dares he to ask me such a question while crossing his limits? He must the wealthiest person in this nation but he is no one in my eyes. and he should know his place especially, after treating me like an object. I am getting late and this man has the guts to show his rage in front of my eyes. I searched for any suitable outfit in the cupboard then my eyes landed on the black sweetheart neckline shimmery dress, I purchased it when I was working for him. in a hope that someday I will wear it, but destiny played its game and I have to use it know. he was sitting on the chair and continuously glancing in my direction in a hope that he could get a single hint but I didn't care or I didn't appreciate his presence, I already told him to leave. perhaps his mindset is more rigid than my wording. ther

-+++++-++--+++--++-+++-++++++-++++(++(------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Days are passing in a blur and in just a blink of an eye, I have come to know that one week has already passed. I am in my bed, wondering about that time when I was afraid to even look straight into the camera and look at me now. those photographers of mine did wonders in the modelling world. the product I was endorsing has reached new heights and now I can proudly declare that my pictures are giving competition to Sophia's. my head is light as a feather as I am flying high in the sky but I am anxious to fall hard on the ground, especially when I have a mother who is sleeping peacefully next to me. I read the text by Mr Stewart, it was written in bold letters that he is organising an event for the success of his newly launched product. and I have to be there on time because I m going to be the centre attraction. in the meantime, I have realised th

-+-+-(-(+(+++-+-+-+-+-+-++--+-- "Ashley Brooke," My mother was lying on her bed, her clothes were almost torn and the man who stood there near her was my father. He had plump eyes and I remember that he never called me his daughter, maybe he always wanted to he has a son or maybe he doesn't want to be with us anymore, everyone thinks that my father left us when I was almost ten years old but that's not the truth. He was never there with us, he never cared for either my mother or me. My sister who was in her college died too one year back. I didn't inform my mother about her death, her death might kill her. And I shouldn't have done that. Should have accepted fulfilling my dreams, my father considered me as nothing so I Should have considered myself that too. I should have considered myself as nothing. I felt my eyes heavy, and my heart was thumping against my chest, like a roller coaster I was drowning in black water again. I was trying to get some breath but was not capable to