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I was occupied with whatsoever I think was good enough for me so that my mind cannot think about him, and his stupid brain cell.
However, to my wellness, I heard nothing from his side, neither did he ask for me the whole day, neither he slam on my door, so I was little relinquished to find out that I was finally having my peace and it doesn't matter if it is going to last for more than some peculiar hours or not!
Night came slowly and before I blink, It became dark again, I stepped out of my room, there was no- one to stop me. Working hours were done. So I called Amelia, it's been days since she and I had any talk.,
I was out of the building in ten minutes where I stood there for a minute when she asked me to meet at a pub. That pub was nearby it was a little cosy one.
Oh to my goodness, it's been so long since I have been into a pub. I am excited to feel free even if it is going to be for tonight.
But firstly, I have to reach the apartment to change my clothes, I talked to mom, asked if she is feeling well, and upon my best remark, she is doing good, for which I can let my mind slip away for a duration of time at night.
I reached her apartment and she was already there, ready with her attire, she was wearing a blue dress with a sweetheart neckline, that dress wasn't long, it was up to her thighs, perfectly fitting to her curves.
"But what about the paparazzi??? Mr Jensen, will not like it, Amelia,"
I don't know why I was still thinking about him, but it does make sense when I say what about the paparazzi, what if someone there recognizes me??
"Don't worry, I will give you a makeover, paparazzi don't go there," she hushed me and started walking to her cupboard.
She took out the most beautiful and generous dress I have ever laid my eyes on, but there was one problem, that dress was short.
My legs would be on display if I wore it, and it was tight too, going to perfectly hug my curves.
Anyways, for a day I wanted to feel as I am an actress, wearing clothes like them would make me more pleased.
So, I wore the dress quickly, it was also black, shoulderless, reaching up to my thighs, hugging my figure perfectly, I applied dark red lipstick, and my hair was resting on my shoulder, they were open.
My eyes were already sparkling due to the long thickness of night, and my heart was beating too fast to control, as I have looked exactly I was thinking, like those girls whom you watch on tv.
Finally, for a day, I can become what I want. I thought the most contagious thought to myself.
When we were done with our makeup, she booked a cab and we were already on the road, humming the song whichever the cab driver was playing.
In almost half an hour we reach the pub, from outside it was lively, all the lights were glooming the place. As it's a disco night. People were already rushing to go in there and two bodyguards were shielding the doors, they were looking to identify cards to find out if anybody is underage on not.
And that's absolutely a good thing to do because as far as I know, Beverages and drinks will be going to be inside.
"Oh Ashely, you have no idea how much I missed this,"
Amelia whispered in her hushed tone, her eyes were gloomy and sparkling, maybe she wants to forget who is she for a night and I was on the same page with her on this topic.
We generously showed ours to the bodyguards who let us go inside within seconds.
The inside was more lively than outside, the loud music was going on, everywhere where I can lay my eyes there were lights of every colour.
Some people were dancing with their partners on the floor, some were looking out for partners, some were enjoying themselves, some were drinking and some were like me who were too busy gawking at them.
"So what would you like to do???"
"Let's go to the bar counter!" I shouted on top of my lungs because I know my voice was barely audible in this loud music.
We went to the bar counter and there were people already, at least there were two seats left to sit, we got what we wanted at the right moment, we ordered whatever that guy was serving because my throat was dying from heat, the inside of the pub was making me hot as I am in the summer.
He gave us two glasses, and I drank my glass in one go without thinking anything sane, I shouted again, ordered another glass and drank it again.
The loud music was telling me, reaching into my ears, striking me to say dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!
I was tiptoed, I ruffled my hair, and walked straight away to the dance floor where loud music was already blasting out speakers. I have no idea what came over me, and what I was thinking because I started swaying my hips and waist in the direction of music.
I was jumping, and dancing enjoying myself, forgetting that everyone was watching me with their keen eyes until I found a hand on my shoulder.
"Can I join you?"
Oh, it was Mr John Steward, his eyes were darker as were, he was smirking while looking at me,
"Why not!" I replied, then his hands were on my waist, he was closely looking at me, or should I say adoring me...
While I have no idea what I was doing, he looked into my eyes for a longer moment than I know
He licked his lips and then he came so closely whispered into my ears, "you are beautiful Ms Ashley," and then I don't know what was happening he was coming closer, and my heart was squirming inside my chest until I heard a deep dark voice, reaching to my ears, "step aside, she is my girlfriend,"
What ???
I am dating to whom??
Who the fuck is my boyfriend?
What don't I know this???
What is wrong with me???
Then I saw the pair of eyes that was cold enough to freeze the ice, while I was just a human.
"Blake, what are you doing here??"
I have no idea why I didn't say him, Mr Jensen, why I addressed him with his first name.
He was still wearing his black suit, which gave me quite an idea that he came directly from his office here.
"Why can't I join my girlfriend???" He whispered into my ears so closely that only I could hear from it.
"I am not your girlfriend for heaven's sake," I pouted while giggling maybe it was tequila or maybe it was the mixture I drank. I have become blunter than I was with him in the morning.
"Of course, not darling, you are not my girlfriend, but in the eye of people you are," and then he swirls me.
His hands were on my back, my hands were on his chest. The position was too intimate to guess anything else.
And then he made me look to the crowd that was here, the crowd that was watching me because of course, he was a famous billionaire of this country, who was generous enough to come here.
And
Shit!!!!!
He was right!!
"Now what do you think I should do??" I was drunk, I had no idea what is right or wrong what I knew was I was his girlfriend for this particular moment because everyone was watching us.
"Dance with me of course, not with any other man," and then he pulled me until our chest collided again, our noses were almost touching. The breathing became heavy, the air around us started screaming, and his hand moved from my shoulder to my waist again feeling every inch of the curves of my body.