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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.
therefore, I ignored his presence and went to change my outfit. when I came back I was hoping that I will never find him near me as I have disgraced him too much with my incognizance of him.
However, I was erroneous with my state of mind, he was still there glancing in my direction as if I were a model?
No! That cannot be true, I am overanalyzing too much as always.
I combed my hair and applied a layer of lipgloss to my lips.
He was continuously staring at me from his side view, as he will murder me if I didn't acknowledge his presence.
"You can leave, the door is open,"
I muttered without glancing in his direction.
And in reply, I only heard him cracking his knuckles.
"I am not going to leave until you tell me where are you going?"
His jaw was always clenched, eyebrows were raised in a different parameter, and a little way of shrugging his shoulders contemplated me that he is about to lose his temper.
So what? If he is about to lose his temper?
Why should I care about him?
Who is he in my eyes?
I am no one in his then why should he be a parasite in my eyes?
"Then be my guest and sit here as long as you want!"
I ruffled my hair, grabbed my handbag and moved in the direction of the door until I felt my head spinning hence in a second I was pushed to the nearby wall.
My arms were clasped by his fist, as more he has pinned them right above my head.
He came closer, clutched my waist by another hand and then whisper silently into my ears," I don't like to play,"
His hot breath was all over me, and what the hell is he reckoning? That he can control me whenever he wants? He can disappear whenever he wants and come back again?
Come back again to treat me as his object?
Is he consider himself the dictator? If he considers then I must tell, I am not his prey!
"Neither, do I!" I used the power of my strong muscles and kicked him on his limb.
So that he can yelp in pain!
But that God damn bastard didn't even flinch from his position! And in a second he hung me around his shoulder as I weight nothing.
"Put me down, Blake Jensen!"
"Oh, are we calling each other by their first name? I didn't know that Ashley,"
"Put me down! Otherwise," I whined.
"Otherwise what?"
You shouldn't have dared me to do anything studious by daring me what I can do with my power!
"I will shout and make people know that their famous billionaire is here ministering his so-called fiancee as an object!"
And I started punching on his back, and at that period maybe he lost his balance, resulting in me landing on a floor direct from heaven with a thud.
"Ouch!"
And if that was not enough to handle he fell on me.
Our bodies were touching, I was on the verge of dying due to a lack of oxygen from carrying heavyweight.
Until he perked up at me to calm my nerves down then in a second he was on his foot, extending his arm to catch me.
No! I am not going to take his assistance!
"I can manage," I muttered.
But he was still there in the same position, peeking at me as if I was an ideal of his eyes.
I declared myself self-resistance in handling ll the quirky situations however, I tried to get up on my own but lost all the controls.
He was still there.
And I had no choice but to accept his hand, after all, I am getting delayed for the first day of my training.
He clasped my hand with more power and pulled me so hard that I collied again with his chest, my hair falling on his shoulder, he inhaling the fragrance if I had any.
"Blake, I am getting late," he clutched my shoulders and glanced at me one more time.
Something tremendous appeared in his eyes, his orbs diluted for a second then they became flat again.
He loosened his grip on my body, and in a second he left while walking away wearing his hoody to hide his appearance.
I searched for my handbag and locked the door to catch a bus.
Luckily, the bus stand was near to my house and I cached at right time without any delay.
It was almost empty. Well, in this early morning when it is a weekend I cannot expect any more frivolous aspect to occur than this.
I Hope, Mr Stewart won't kill me for coming late on the first day of my training.
I glanced outside and saw more hoarding of Sophia, she must have created history by having her pictures all over New York City.
My mind went blank for a minute when I saw the public praising her pictures as she is the queen.
I have to be more contagious with my dream.
The bus stopped, alarming me that it is time to start working.
I was near the huge building Mr Stewart's.
I hope he will understand my problem and won't scold me for getting delayed.
At the reception, and bald man was working and when I crossed his direction, he stood up while clearing his throat.
Before I could say something, he opened his mouth and beat me up, " Ms Brooke, Mr Stewart is waiting for you in his cabin,"
The wrinkles on his forehead were directing me that he looks tensed,
Does he want to fire me for the upcoming position?
All the ladies that were working there were glancing in my direction too. Making me more anxious about losing my only opportunity.
I was anxious, my legs were trembling, my heart was beating fast, as something terrible is going to occur to change my life, maybe I will lose this opportunity, and maybe I will regain this opportunity, I have to trust myself and follow my heart.
I gathered courage and adjusted my dress again that was reaching up to my thighs.
"You can do it, Ashely!"
I entered the elevator and pressed the number of his cabin.