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for a second my breath got hitched and my eyes went wide when I saw the image of Blake Jensen in front of my eyes.
he was as devilish as he was before, the spark in his eyes was more glorious now, and a relevant smile was spread across his face.
the stubble around his jaw was telling me he had not slept in the previous night.
His eyes were darker than sparky and I felt a tint in my heart by just looking at him with the concentration of demanding.
"Blake? Is that you?" I almost whispered his name, felt it on my tongue after so long, the way he was staring at me with concentration made me jump in my heart.
"Why? Were you expecting someone else?"
The sudden transpire of tone made me quirky even more.
"What do you mean?" I raised my eyebrows and pointed my gaze toward his warm orbs.
He came closer and whispered something trivial in my ears, I was not able to concentrate on anything since I felt his touch on my thigh.
He was roaming his finger from my foot to my upper thigh.
And then he cupped my upper thigh barely in a second.
His other hand found its way to my waist,
He adjusted my hair behind my ears and then in a second he sucked my collarbone.
I wasn't in my senses, I wanted to stop it but there was no power in me to do anything.
And then when I was waiting for him to kiss me, it never occurred. Everything went blank
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"Ashley, open your eyes,"
I was running away or fighting with myself. The car was attacking us, there was someone with me who was holding my hand, intertwining his finger with mine but the image was not clear.
"Ashley, open your eyes!" I heard my mother's voice once again and again.
Slowly without missing a beat I opened my eyes and found myself staring at the blank wall.
My mother was near me, and I was in my home, laying on my bed.
"Your cell phone is ringing for half an hour," she handed me the cell phone and went back to sleep.
I looked for the time zone in which I was living and realised it was six in the morning.
Who is calling me in the early morning?
I didn't glimpse at the screen, my eyes were burning from the temptation I had, and my head was spinning in all direction
"Hello?" My throat was burning, I need liquid to make it wet.
"Where are you? I need you right now!" The familiar sound engraved in my ears made me more prominent in opening my eyes carefully.
It was John Stewart's voice, which made me realise that I need to prepare and be on time.
The struggle has just started, I stood up to glance at my figure in the mirror.
My eyes were fluid as I have been drinking, and there was a mark on my neck.
What??
Where the hell did I get this mark?
It is more like the image of a bite, I touched it, roamed my finger on it, then closed my eyes, and the image of Blake Jensen appeared in my head.
Was I dreaming? Or it was real? Did I discern Blake Jensen last night? Or I was hallucinating all the time?
But when I close my eyes, I dream about his tall figure close to me, observing my every move, and scrutinizing me with his keen eyes.
The way he roamed his fingers through my legs, the way he inhaled my fragrance with his strong presence.
But if he was real then how come I was here on my bed?
How come I didn't find him anymore?
I asked my mother about my presence, but she had no idea about it. She was sleeping peacefully and in the morning I was lying beside her.
What type of game you are playing with me, Blake Jensen?
Where are you?
Can't you come and see how am I doing in my life?
But why would you?
It was just an agreement for both of us.
Your real girlfriend is Sophia, not me!
I went to the washroom to take a shower when the droplets of water were running on my body, hugging me closely, I realised it was just my seem about him.
No one knows where is he? Then how can he suddenly appear in this city of New York City? If he were here, roaming on the streets freely with his mind then the paparazzi will discover him.
I brushed my teeth and washed my face for the third time in a minute.
Wrapped my body with a towel and came again to the living room. my mother was still sleeping, she had moisture in her eyes and I could understand why?
She doesn't live anymore, her body is not cooperating with her exercising living, I could see her dead eyes and wrinkled face, wish I could do something to wipe all the sadness in her eyes.
The sound of the doorbell alarmed me from my position.
I was not expecting any visitors this time then who is on the other side of the door?
I must conclude it by opening the door and glancing at the person by myself.
"Coming," I shouted.
The sound of footsteps on the wooden floor was concreting all the versions of the mind and then in a swift moment, I opened the door.
In the tall figure, Blake Jensen was stood there drenched in the water.
I realised it was raining outside, the city has been thrashing thunderstorms early in the morning and this man has the guts to appear directly in front of me in his hideous state.
He was shivering in cold, rubbing his palms for getting a heat, so I welcomed him, I glanced on the road and saw the same BMW that emerge straight near to me, yesterday.
I closed the door and didn't say anything to him.
There is nothing left to say, he has done enormous damage in my life which I cannot handle with my bare hands.
"You look great," I heard him mumble in his deadly state.
I glanced at his figure, he was licking his lips and continuously glancing at me.
Oh shit! I forgot I was wearing a bathrobe.
But what the hell is his problem?
What does he consider me? As his object to seduce whenever he wants.
Enough is enough!
He has done Huge damage to my life and after being in MIA for more than three months he came to visit me?
What does he want now?
We don't have any agreement anymore, and either if we have I am not going to follow it at any cost.
I gave him another towel so that he can clean himself.
After ten minutes of him glancing at me and rubbing his head.
I realise it's time for me to go to Mr Stewart's
I cannot be delinquent at something which was been my passion since the day I was born.
If I have to achieve the only desire in my life then I have to work hard and I need to forget bout this man who is too busy ogling at my eyes.
"You can leave now," I muttered while opening my cupboard.
I need to find something suitable for my appearance if I want to become a model.
"Ashley, listen to me,"
"I don't have time for your bullshit blake Jensen, I am getting late, I have work to do,"
"Oh, you are working?"
So what I am working on? What is your problem? Do you want me to only work for you? So you can use me as an object to please your desires?
What a shameful man you are!