Chapter 21: Chapter 21

After hours of lonely journey, we finally reached our destination. Getting out of the car, I exhaled.

For me, it was now or never to finally meet Jeremy Ozza.

In front of me there was a luxe penthouse that towering over other buildings. It was located right in downtown.

I had got myself drooling when I was entering it. The design and interior were so magnificent. The color combination walked between elegant and simple way. Wow, apparently my father had been living there.

"This way." One of our guides directed our way to the lift. He informed us that we were going to the top floor. Just past the third floor my legs were shaking, sweat was streaming between my thighs.

I pressed my eyes until a hand gripped my ice cold hand. Peeping, as always... it was Barra.

He didn't even look at me in the slightest, but his grip calmed the turmoil of my soul. He knew the right time to calm me down from my tension.

Arriving at the floor we were headed for, he let go of his hand, leaving me who hadn't gotten out of the lift yet. He walked ahead, as if keeping his distance from me. I let out a heavy breath. Guess what I said earlier had an effect on him.

I expected Jeremy Ozza to greet us but he was nowhere to be seen.

A woman walked up to us. She wore a red silky dress with brown hair that she let loose.

Holy cow! She looked so damn pretty.

"Hi eveyone, welcome. In case you all forget, I'm Moorah." She introduced herself with a wicked smile on her lips, no-not at me, not at Mr. Sumedh either or Barra's men who followed behind us, but at Barra.

Ugh! I just met her and I already hated this woman.

"My father is on a meeting for a while, he'll be back soon. While waiting, let me show you the room for you all to stay." Her voice brought me back to stare at her.

What the hell! Father?

She was telling the truth. Jazzlin had met Moorah before. She was the child of an affair between Jeremy Ozza with a woman named Yolanda. Now they were married and had one daughter, Moorah Ozza. She was one year younger than Jazzlin, but the same age as my real-self as Janielle.

"Isn't it my sister?" Her eyes caught my glimpse, "I'm honored that you finally came here."

Sister? Hah!

"Cut the crap, Moorah." Without my control, my mouth spoke like my words weren't a big deal.

Her eyes widened, everyone's eyes turned towards me, "Sorry I didn't mean to be rude, I'm just got a little distracted." I raised my eyebrows before turning my gaze to the others. Luckily, Jazzlin's face was good enough to show innocence.

Mr. Sumedh cleared his throat, "Thank you Moorah, please lead the way." She immediately walked, leading the way.

I went to the back end, keeping my distance from the witch. My memory told me exactly about her. She was so jealous with Jazzlin. As if she hadn't succeeded enough to win Jazzlin's father, she also wanted whatever Jazzlin had.

Her personality definitely far from my liking.

After getting a room for me, I didn't immediately enter it, other than peering from behind as she showed Barra where his room would be.

That woman was shameless, she really tried to flirt with Barra in her every chance she got.

Then it hit me, she wanted to take everything Jazzlin had.

I walked into my room, ignoring it. The room was large with a view of the city through a transparent glass next to a curtain. I sat down before tying my hair up.

I snorted and immediately rushing to the bathroom.

It was actually a bit strange, because my mom hadn't called since I last called her. I didn't check my phone that often, especially every time I read the articles on the internet got my energy drained.

Some of the news about my family, the Ainsley family, or other billionaires. And sometimes I was getting hurt when I kept reading it.

I knew that all the written news did not always according to my expectations, because surely there would be the wrong one and basically it was far from the truth.

Well, it just got on my nerves.

Splashes of water wetting my face and brought freshness from the fatigue of the trip earlier.

Back in the room, I looked at the window. The sky was getting dark by late afternoon. The lights began to glow in a beautiful effect from up here.

It warmed my eyes.

I decided to leave the room for fresh air, but no one came out other than the sounds of someone cutting something and some laughter.

The sound was getting closer when I stepped closer to the kitchen. Two shadows flashed from the turn, before I could enter the kitchen.

As I got closer, I saw Moorah who was laughing her amusement, beside her; a distance of five meters, Barra leaned back with his arms crossing over his chest. My sumption told me that he was telling Moorah some jokes.

The desire to approach and pulled them away from each other increased by a hundred percent.

If you have your mind's eye, surely you can see a lot of smoke coming out of my head.

I stared like a psycho girlfriend when I wasn't even that close to being called 'Girlfriend'.

The laughter that came out was like an arrow piercing my heart. I couldn't help but to comparing myself to Moorah.

A thought flashed through my mind, I felt that Barra was more comfortable with Moorah. With her, he could laugh, he could let go of being himself, and with her, he seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere.

Whereas with me? I was just a stiff woman who could bother him with troubles after me, and my silly thoughts all the time.

Taking a look one more time, I turned around silently. My step was now directed to the living room, but again I was surprised by two figures. It was like I took another wrong steps.

Jeremy Ozza and Sumedh Ainsley stopped their conversation when they noticed my presence.

"She's coming?" Jeremy Ozza stared at me, his quiet whisper to Mr. Sumedh loud enough that I could hear him.

"Come here kid." Mr. Sumedh greeted me nicely.

There was something strange. As I approached them, my own father looked away and then stood to maintain a distance between us.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Sumedh asked in confusion.

My father's eyes which had the same color as mine were staring at me. Suddenly without being told, I understood the meaning of that stare.

There was conflict between Jazzlin and her father. Again, I didn't know.

"I didn't invite her here!" His gaze was now on Mr. Sumedh.

"What do you mean? Even if you didn't invite her, she's your daughter. She can come here at any time to meet her father." Mr. Sumedh got up from his seat, obviously he didn't know anything just like me.

"I never invited this bitch to step on where I live!" Now his voice was slightly raised, "I'm not her father anymore." His eyes were bulging at me holding the pain in his chest.

The sound of the footsteps now getting closer from my back, "Dad? What's wrong?" From behind I could hear Moorah asked.

Even though he was not my real father, but Jazzlin's feelings were remaining with me. I could no longer hold back my tears as it was flowing slowly. My heart was hurting to hear him said that to me. He even called me with profanity.

My body was shaking, my surroundings were spinning for a moment when screams started darting from the mouths of the people around me.

I stood still, enjoying every drop of my tears. Guess no one concerned about it.

The screams stopped for a moment my father left the room, leaving us silently in our places. I felt the presence of Barra behind me, he fell silent for a long time.

The warmth of his body spreaded to mine as he approached me from behind. His hand grabbed my right arm then pulled me into his embrace.

"It hurts." I whispered, chewing my lip, "He hates me."

"I know." He whispered back. His arm hugged me, while his other hand rubbing my hair gently. I got the feelings of being loved and cared for, "Come on, I'll accompany you to your room."

I nodded right when my eyes caught Moorah's annoyed facial expression.

"Get some sleep, kid." Mr. Sumedh's voice could be heard before we left the room.

Opening my room door, Barra helped me to immediately lay down on the bed. He covered the blanket all over my body. He also closed the curtains then came back to me, "Get some rest." My hand stopped his arm as he wanted to leave the room.

"Stay with me."

There seemed to be an argument within himself but he nodded, "I'll sit there." He said then sat on the sofa near the window.

I turned my sleeping position to face him. He looked tense for a moment his eyes caught mine.

I really drowned in his gaze, "You're so far away." I pouted, "I can't reach you."

He smirked a bit, "I can't get close to you." He paused before his eyes turned darker, "You won't want to know what I want to do to you right now."

"Show me." It was the second time he said that, so I told him, "Prove it to me."

His eyelids dilated. He didn't expect me to challenge him, but then, he stood up from his seat, walking in sexy way towards me.

"Are you trying to strip now?" I teased him.

When his steps were right in front of me, he brought his body closer to my body. His hands pinned my arms up and trapping my body between his body which he held up, so it didn't weigh down on my body.

"I desperately wanna take you there." I gasped knowing what he meant.