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My heart was heavy and my mind was spinning in circles, maybe I am going to live my dream.
I stepped out and felt thousands of flashes on me.
For a moment I thought I am going to lose my balance but I didn't. Mr Stewart was there to hold my hand, he slid his other arm around my waist, guiding me inside the hotel when I could hear everyone affectionately chanting my name.
I have never realised the paparazzi would greet me so gently after associating my name with Mr Jensen.
I felt nervous, proud, indicating and abducted in the same manner when I felt thousands of eyes on me.
The hotel is indeed the most expensive one. Its interior was specially crafted by world-famous interior designers. I could see the huge chandelier that was hanging in its proud manner, illuminating its light at all the corners.
The dress I was wearing was inked to my body as it solely belongs to me and for the very first time I am feeling confident in my attire.
I could see the faces of famous personalities here with a glass of wine in their hand, I could feel their eyes on me.
Maybe with curiosity, maybe with kindness and maybe with selfish disdain but the matter is more powerful is Mr Stewart hadn't left my side, he is guiding me back to introduce me to this industry.
And when we were almost in the centre, I felt as if someone is eyeing me from far away, maybe I am over-analyzing too much.
So I left all the negative thoughts on my mind and focused on the crowd around me, the cameras, and how am I going to make my posture, it was all possible for me until I felt someone's presence near to me.
And then I heard a whisper, "Ashley," a shiver went down my spine, the voice was too familiar, but I was finding it dangerous to recognise. But at the next moment, I felt nothing, Mr Stewart, grabbed my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine. I wanted to slip away from his hold, it is rather intimate for me to intertwine fingers with another person, but I was anxious about the reaction I will get from the paparazzi.
When we were in the centre, a huge spotlight was directed at me to make me more visible with the same compassion.
I felt his arm around my waist again when I wanted to throw it away, "ladies and gentlemen, this is Ashley Brooke, Our new Model," and with thousands of applause, there were hundred of shocking faces too.
I could see everyone whispering when my name got announced, I could feel their eyes on me.
I could hear people calling me Mr Jensen's ex even though we were never actually together. I could see everything but I decided to keep my mouth shut and never pay attention to anyone.
"Don't worry, I have got your back," I heard Mr Stewart's voice again, his voice was rather cold as he was depicting something which is not in my mind.
Suddenly I felt cold in his presence, his cold fingers were linked with my bare arms. Then in a second, all the lights went off only I was visible in the dark, the centre light was illuminating my shine and Mr Jensen was right ahead of me, his arm was extended to my side as he was asking for a dance.
Was he asking for a dance? But I was not ready for it not in any condition.
However, he didn't wait for my response, he clenched my hand and adjusted his arm around my waist again.
I felt his grip too tight for my composture, therefore, I inquired him to let me go, but he didn't listen to me he pulled me towards him, my chest got collided with his and we were inked from the body to body not even a breath of air can pass from it.
"Mr Stewart?" I whined, or at least I try to say, but he silenced me while putting his index finger on my lips and then coming too close to my ears he whispered in his hushed tone, " you have to dance with me Ashley, everyone is watching you," with that he twirled me only pulling me to his chest with more force.
"What are you doing?" Suddenly I felt strange with his presence, something was hideous about him the way he was roaming his cold fingers on my bare arm, the way he almost nibbled my earlobe, the way he was merely an inch away from my lips, I could feel he was observing every curve of my body.
And I didn't like it.
I will never like it!
I hate it instead!
"Let me go," I whispered in a firm tone.
He calculated his eyes for a second, his dark eyes became normal again and a grin spread across his face.
"Okay, you go and wait outside in the garden area,"
"What? Why?"
"Do as I say," his tormented eyes were once again on me, they had more fore than ever before.
Anyway, everyone was enjoying themselves and I need a space to relax, these sandals were also hurting my foot, I clasped a glass of water and went outside to the garden area where I could see illuminating lights were sparkling brightly on the lavish greenery, I waited there when the cold breeze of air was flowing and tingling my hair with the flow.
I was feeling cold and nervous but it is better than inside, the cold air is better than those thousands of eyes judging my every move, those harsh voices that were demeaning me no matter what I do, and here I was lone syncing with the essence of nature, the moon was quite bright in the sky, and the stars were shining brightly too as they were meant to shine every day since this earth has evolved, the old trees were still proud for having what they have, the new ones were learning to understand the art of grief, the constant wind was not filled infatuation anymore and I could see beyond the sky as I am not a normal human as I am the part of the infinity.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me, and before I could look back and found anyone, I felt a hard body pressed against me.
My waist was not in my control anymore, it was clasped under someone's arm.
Then I heard Mr Stwart's voice again, "Ashley,' he rested his chin on my left shoulder, his cold fingers roaming from my waist to my bare neck.
" what are you doing?" I hesitated, what did he want to declare? What does he want to say?
Then in a second, he twirled me around, and before I could think anything else he placed his lips over mine.
He was sucking my lower lips and without my permission, he started exploring with his tongue.
I can't handle it anymore.
I didn't respond and pushed him away, I had to use all the forces to push him because he wants ready to let go of me.
"Have you lost your mind? John Stewart?" I was fuming in anger! How dare he kiss me without my consent?
Before he could say something, his cell phone started ringing, and his eyes went wide as he has seen a ghost.
I wanted to slap him, but he ran away while excusing himself and asking me to wait for him.
You know what John? I will wait not because There is anything left to say, but to know that I have no feelings for you!
He walked away and I waited impatiently, finally, I heard footsteps, this must be him.
"Mr John Stewart, you are such am-
Before I complete the sentence, I felt heavy on my head and everything went black.