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"He wants to snatch what is mine and you are one of them," these words are not just words these are emotions for me, these syllables were more dangerous than this man who was standing at the corner lurking outside the window, glancing at those tall buildings as I don't exist anymore.
Did he just say that I belong to him?? And what does that even mean?
Did he want to say that I was an employee and I cannot be his rival's employee anymore?
And did Mr Stewart do such a remorseful thing to my mother?
How can I trust you, Blake Jensen? When you left me dying in London when you didn't care about me to find out if I am dead or not then how can I trust you now?
I cleared my throat and took a step ahead near to his existence when he was engulfed in smoking a cigarette, maybe I should also advise him that if he wants to die he can die by my hands rather than this smoking.
"I want you to give me the evidence!"
I could sense his shoulders were tensed so was his head, he moved an inch and then his eyes met with mine.
Eyes deeper than the ocean were dangerous enough to console all the fire, his eyes were diluted for a second but then they became normal, normal as they have never been diluted before.
"You want evidence? Don't you trust me?" His lips were curled subtly, the way which was telling me he is not impressed by hearing these words from my mouth, and if he is not then I don't want to recreate his happiness.
"No, I don't" in two long strides he was near me and I was slightly pushed to the near wall, my back was pressed against the wall and my heart was thumping in my chest non covalently in an abducted manner.
His both arms were engulfed in caging my mind and his eyes were wanting every second from my heart.
He slammed his fist on the wall in anger and I closed my eyes in horror, what is wrong with him if I admitted that I don't trust him?
And when I opened my eyes and I saw his hand, he was bleeding. He must have slammed too hard in anger, and the blood which was depriving making me insane, I can't let him bleed, I can't let him get hurt and above all being a human I can't frown in his pain.
I tried to clasp his hand but he was too determined to let me touch him.
He walked away near to his cupboard when his hand was bleeding, if I didn't do anything he could die.
So without reckoning anything else I ran toward him and clasped him so that he can anyhow calm himself down, I felt his heartbeat rising, the heat was enough between us to put the sun into shame and I was anxious what if this heat burn me again?
However, I didn't care this time, I slowly clasped his hand, and I saw them burning from temptation under my touch. Therefore I hurried to find the first aid box.
I asked him to sit on the bed when I asked him to give me his hand, at first he was not cooperating well but then I did it anyhow by giving him my deadly stares.
"Why are you doing this?"
His eyebrows were crooked so was his mind.
"Because I am a human, and I can't see another human in pain,"
He shut his eyes and let out a long breath as he was holding for minutes.
I didn't say anything, I sat beside him because my mind was too occupied with everything that is happening in my life.
He is asking me to marry him so that he can teach John that he cannot snatch what belongs to him.
It means he doesn't feel anything for me, I am just an object for him.
He stood up after a minute of silence between us and asked me to follow him.
"But where we are going? " I was running behind to match his long strides.
He was so fast that barely in a minute, he crossed all the hurdles, the room, the stairs, the doors, the garden.
He was inside his car waiting for me to join him.
But before stepping into another storm I need to ask him where we are going?
"I am asking you last time blame, Jensen! Tell me where we are going? I stomped on my foot and knocked on his window.
He rolled it down and looked at me sheepishly, " you wanted evidence, didn't you?"
All the utters of shock burst into my body when he uttered that he is going to give me evidence to prove his innocence.
I didn't care about anything else, I clutched my dress and jumped into my seat, hurriedly I locked my seatbelt when he started driving.
Maybe my elegant dress was not in the condition to make him look straight that's why he kept glancing at my thighs.
To my waist and then to my eyes, he was stealing glances as he was not looking at my side. However, I didn't say anything, let him glance all he want, let him do anything because I was more focused on the evidence he was going to give me regarding the health of my mother.
Because if I ever find out what Blake Jensen admitted about John Stewart is true then I won't spare him! I will shoot him!
"Relax! Don't be so furious!" I heard him saying when he was trying to find the clutch.
And then as electric shocks work, I felt his tip of fingers on my thighs, my dress was slit, making my one leg on display,
I felt him shudder under my presence, our arms were light as a feather touched again in sync.
I cleared my throat so that I could wipe the sensual tension between us while I was lurking outside at the moon in the night, or at those stars who were too afraid to shine.
"What were you doing with him?" I heard him say when it was not expected from him.
"With whom?"
I felt his knuckles turning white and his getting clenched, "with that bastard!"
"I did a photoshoot for one of his products and today was the launch day," I heard my voice talking to him, I have no idea from where I got the guts to answer his absurd question.
"So you are a model now?"
His eyes met with mine, those dark deep eyes met with my fluid one.
"Maybe," I shrugged my shoulders and looked outside at the window again.
"I have seen your portraits of campaigning on the buildings,"
Yes, I know you must have glued your eyes to those portraits, after all, Sophia is also a model.
I didn't say anything, just thinking about Sophia makes my blood boil especially when I imagine her with this man.
"So why did he kiss you?"
Excuse me? Out of nowhere, you have to put this question every time.
"You know when you left blame Jensen, the paparazzi went crazy they demanded answers from me about your absence and I being the poor one had to change my identity so that I can live. But I wasn't in any condition to build myself again stronger or to take care of my mother, and I didn't know anymore wealthier besides John to help me out. Therefore, I went to ask for help from him and because of you, the paparazzi reached out to expose me as a gold digger, therefore, to save my dignity he kissed me so that people cannot look at my face," after talking too much I let out a breath.
"That bastard! He called the paparazzi to visit him because he knew you will come and ask him to support you, he knew everything from all along, and what you did? you kiss him back! You kissed him back! How dare you-
Before he could say anything, I need to divert his mind so I did what I shouldn't have done in the first place, I clasped his mouth and kissed him deeply to shut him up!