Chapter 37: Chapter 37

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"What do you think of yourself? Why you are here? To catch all the attention?"

Words were slippering from my mouth, and before I knew it, I was bold enough to say whatever I was not able to utter through my words.

"You first tell me what that man is doing here??" He raised his eyes brows, the stubble around his jaw was telling me he was determined to rule.

But he is talking about whom???

"Excuse me? You are talking about whom???" My lid was half-open half close, I wanted to lay my head somewhere if he could be another man I would have laid my head on his chest, but he is blake Jensen!

"That man," then he looked at a corner of a distance, there were a lot of people dancing with girls around them. As they were pole and girls were pole dancers. My vision was not clear. It was all blurry, I was tempted to the ground, and my voice was slurry too.

"Can't you say the name!!! You are such an idiot," and then I giggled.

I started giggling, with no idea I was doing it in the first place, maybe tequila was getting in my nerves,

His hand moved from my waist to my shoulders again, chilling down through my spine.

"You think I am an idiot," his voice sounded serious to my faded vision.

"Yes. You are such a bastard! I hate you from the bottom of my heart,"

Shit!

I giggled again.

I don't want to say anything, I just want to be someone else for a night. I want to run away from everything and change my life.

"So you hate me?" His hands roamed to my waist again.

I don't know.

Maybe not.

Maybe yes.

Everything is just so confusing, and the music is loud, it enriching every rhythm in my body.

I didn't say anything, just giggled as I am a free bird of this room. Where no one exists except me. Suddenly, the crowd around me vanished into thin air. The room started feeling cosy as we were alone together.

"I don't want that John steward near you," he whispered closely, into my ears, when he pulled me into his side.

"And why? What's wrong with him??" Without thinking, I asked the same question again.

Is he jealous??

But how can he be jealous???

There is nothing to be jealous about!

Something is fishy here!

"Now, if you excuse me I want to get a drink for myself," he looked into my eyes for a bare moment and then vanished into the crowd. Leaving me in all confusion, though I was not sane, not particularly sane, but sane enough to understand that he is avoiding the question.

What certainly be wrong between Mr Jensen and Mr steward????

I thought they were friends?

But when I remember all the heated expressions of them in the past, maybe they are not friends! Or better acquainted with each other.

Are they rivals??

Enemies??

Or whatever??

Must have Mr Jensen done something to Mr steward, he always wants to control and remain in power!

I must find Mr Steward!

My vision was still not clear, I was feeling hot, because of several shots of tequila, my mind was fizzy but I had determination in my head that I will find Mr Steward and ask him what was between him and Mr Jensen.

He might have been hurt, as I am because of his actions. So I must find him.

I looked everywhere to find him, roamed my eyes to all the directions, but failed to find even his shadow as he vanished into thin air.

Mr Jensen was busy flirting with other girls and drinking whatever he wants over the counter.

All the girls were laughing at whatever he was saying. And I was busy admiring the worst scenario ahead of me that I forgot he might catch me.

Then as a snap moment of a short period, he looked at me, our eyes met from a distance, now, I don't want him to enquire anything from me, so I ran away to the backside of the pub where there was a huge swimming pole.

And around it, people were laughing, enjoying, as they were madly in love, but we know the truth! Nobody is in love with anyone, these couples will forget each other names tomorrow when they will be sober.

And then my eyes landed on Mr steward, he was on the other side of the pool, he was stood there, with a glass in his hands. He was not interested in enchanting with anyone.

He looked cold, there were lines on his forehead as he has been thinking! Thinking for a long time.

Mr Jensen must have done something to him. I still remember he helped me out when I made a fool of myself at that restaurant.

"Mr Steward," I wave at him.

This is the right time if you want to know the reason why they are acting so cold and strange to each other. then you should approach him, and maybe he could let you know the real side of Mr Jensen.

When he didn't look at him, I started walking towards him, making my wayside by the pool area.

"Mr Steward," I called out his name once again, this time he looked up and found me, his eyes get lit for a second, and before I could approach him, he approached me soon.

"Ms Ashley Brooke, how you are doing?" In one hand he hands glass and in another, he had a cigarette.

His hands were cold, his eyes were lost, something bad has happened to him.

"I am, completely without my doubt, fine,"  a giggle erupted from my mouth.

On shit! I was not supposed to giggle at this time.

However, he looked amused at my behaviour, and before I know he clutched my hand with his.

"Thank God Ms Brooke, you are here, I was trying to say something to you,"

He took a step closer, his hands were free now, that glass was on the table, and the cigarette was in his breast pocket.

I looked up, pouted at the tension and before I know it, he was so close to me that I could almost feel his heated aura.

His tall figure was dark enough to make me throw in wandering.

"What do you want to say??" I uttered, but the voice was barely audible.

He took my hand, and tuck my hair behind my ear, his left thumb was caressing my cheek and then it reached to my lower up,

What is he doing???

My heart started exploiting in my chest.

"I-" he was moving so close we were just about an inch away from a kiss and then in the next moment he was on the floor.

"How dare you to touch her!" Mr Jensen was on top of him, punching his chest as he was a maniac.