Chapter 23: Chapter 23
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Ashely's pov
Mr Steward came with his limo, the black bull was too arduous for me, it was more than I can ever expect.
I saw him through the small window, but sudden adrenaline rushed into me when the doorbell rang! I felt something strange for the first time, maybe it was my way of accepting the new beginnings.
"Coming," I shouted on top of my lungs, the dress I was wearing was drenched in my hands, the heels I was wearing were too much for a girl like me, but I have always wanted to wear them whenever I used to stare at the tall buildings of New York City, knowing that I cannot get my hands on them, still life did a turnaround and I am here wearing what I always wanted to wear and thought that maybe in some dreams I will be able to hold on it, I am doing that in my real life.
My breath was hushed and out of shortage, my thoughts were fragmented too, I just hope nothing worse happen at the event.
Only me and my sake of enjoying my life will be there!
I opened the door and found Mr Steward dressed up in a black tux, his tall figure was telling me he was not the same man anymore, he was more of a well-regulated person, his eyes were mischievous yet quirky and a gentle smile was plastered on his face.
For a brief next moment, he looked at me as he was trying to capture me in his power, I shuddered for a second then again regain myself when I saw the time was turning again, the night was getting darker and before I knew it he tucked my hand with his, inter wining our fingers, a sudden jolt of current ran into my body but I kept my body lower, I didn't want to be an amateurish girl.
He opened the door for me gently making me more shudder in my thoughts. My bare arm touched his arm gently, and he looked up only to make my teeth grit even more,
" you are lovely Ms Brooke," his voice was crystal clear, so close to my ears made me a deep tomato due to the warmness of my heart.
He took a step close, his eyes were on me, my heart was pondering and a sensation was drooling over my mind before anything happen, I need to do something, "I think we are getting late," with that I went inside to stare all the trees that were lurking all the sides of streets.
"Yes, let's go now," he muttered in a tone, that was way ahead of his behaviour, I can see the disappointment in his eyes.
Does he want anything to happen between us?
Of course!
The night was at its peak, all the long roads of New York city was telling me I am not alone with this pondering heart anymore, stars were in ballad too.
Soft music was humming its way when I saw the moon of twilight, the roads were jammed too, maybe everyone was going to that event.
What is going to happen there?
Is Mr Jensen, secretly going to reveal that he is not a human anymore just a build-up machine with no sentiments at all?
Will he try to insult me? Or threaten me to leave my job?
I have no idea about any of the outcomes, my cheeks were still burning because I can see how Mr Steward was trying to secretly glance at me through the glass.
For some unfaithful reasons, his eyes were darker now, as challenging the night in itself with the depths of his orbs.
"So Ms Brooke, what do you think is going to be there?" He caught me off guard by asking this question, his eyebrows were raised, his chin was tilted too.
"I have no idea, Mr Steward," I muttered because I was as clueless as an empty jar, I was as clueless as a broken heart.
"You can call me John," for some of the reasons he pouted for a second then replaced it with a smirk quickly.
"Then you can call me Ashley too," of course, if we are agreeing on calling each other by the first name then we should make a pact out of it.
"Alright then Ashley what do you think of Mr Blake Jensen?" He was still driving, his knuckles were hard, his shirt was rolled out up to this elbow, a stubble around his jaw making him more of a natural human, those plain lines on his forehead tells me he is engrossed in deep thinking, but why can it be?
"He is my boss, and that's it!" It doesn't matter how much I deprive Mr Jensen's presence still I cannot talk anything against him, he is, after all, my boss, the first person who gave me the opportunity, yes he is a psychopath, bipolar, bastard! And an empty head jerk! But that doesn't matter he is still my boss.
This is the first time someone has asked me what do I think about my boss, the question is in itself is pretty offensive to look upon.
As I saw outside to the window, The Heritage hotel was glorifying its brightness on the night.
I used to see this hotel always from the other side of the road, glimpsing its beauty from far away because I had not had anything with me, I was a failure at that time.
But now, all dressed up standing along with it, wearing a dress which I used to dream about made me hard to believe in reality.
Mr steward extended his hand, his strong arm inclined with my soft one, and my heart became shuddered again,
Two bodyguards were shielding the doors as they have been made up of gold, they had black glasses on their eyes, and they both were clean shaved, something intriguing hit my heart, something that is beyond my imagination, there is something obnoxious here.
"Your invitation card please," one of them spoke up, with his authoritative tone.
I saw Mr steward's eyes they bad something strange in it, but I couldn't understand that emotion with my naked eyes,
He was hiding his glances by all the norms, doing everything he could do to not make any eye contact with anybody.
"Here, I am Ashley Brooke, and he is my date," I said but regretted it later, maybe I should have introduced Me steward by his name, as he is after a well-known businessman, isn't he?
"Pardon me, he is Mr-" before I could complete my sentence, my arm was already inclined with him and I was inside with my mouth hanged open.
All the beautiful things of the world were present there, the huge chandelier was shining bright, all the ornaments of different continents were glorifying the night until I got to know I was late, As Mr Blake Jensen was on the centre with a glass of wine in his hands, a girl who looks familiar by his side, his arm was sliding way to her waist, they were close as the cherry on the cake, however, what I didn't understand was- why was he looking at me with a stone face?