Chapter 43: Chapter 43

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The aura around the lavish hotel was strange, the wind was flowing in every direction making me struggle, even more, it's so early in the morning and so cold.

How can someone be up this early????

For heaven's sake, it's six in the morning, and I am trembling either due to cold or to fear.

The most horrifying thing is that two bodyguards are guarding the entrance of the hotel, they were in black clothes and they had a gun around their shoulders. For a moment, I gulped, thinking what would happen if anything goes wrong? Will they kill me???

This could be my last possible day on earth. However, I have to do what is needed to be done, so I took a step closer to the entrance, my heart was beating fast, I was sweating in this cold weather, my hands were trembling due to fear.

"Your pass, Ms.?"

What pass? Was I supposed to bring a pass?? And what kind of pass this is a hotel, not a pub for which they are asking for a pass! Then??? What should I do now??

I looked down, to their gun, and I gulped again,

"What pass???"

"Your key to your room? Or any booking form? " they raised their eyebrows, it was clear from the way they were looking at me, that they were not pleased with whatever I am saying to them.

"I don't have any,"

I mumbled in my low voice while looking down to the white marbled floor.

"Then Ms you cannot go inside,"

What should I do now???

I have to think about something very quickly,   otherwise, I have to face the consequences.

They must be enquiring from me because I don't look prosperous enough in terms of money, how can I make them understand that I am associated with Jensen the most powerful and rich person in the country.

Wait, for a second, I must have our pictures on my cell phone.

I took it out and searched throughout, you were able to find that picture that was clicked when his father announced that I am his soon to be fiancee.

I showed them that photograph and told them I am here to meet Mr Jensen, not, Blake in fact, his father.

Their eyes went wide for a long duration, they one of them coughed.

"So what were you saying?" I held my head again. Doesn't matter if I am his fake girlfriend or real, what matters is, this worked in an emergency and I am in no debt from Mr Jensen's side. Anyways no one is going to be here in this early morning.

They opened the door for me, and I took a step inside while taking a breath that I  held for a very long time.

My steps were small and steady, though I know I must be an alien to this big luxurious hotel where everything is shining bright even at six in the morning.

There were lights everywhere, and expensive interiors that can only be afforded by the high class.

No one was making any noise, as this place is tormented with a curse of silence but when I move forward, I lost my balance and fell on the floor making a thud voice.

And now here the drama begins, the receptionist, who was working before, now fixated his eyes on me, the old man in grey hair who was reading the newspaper was looking at me with shame, the woman who was walking to the elevator, stopped in the middle just to give a disgusting look at my appearance.

I somehow managed to handle everything, because I have to save my house, and walked to the reception area, to gather the information regarding the new landlord who wants to kick me and my other out without giving any acknowledgement about that.

I cleared my throat, just to gain his attention, his name was 'Samuel' it was written in bold letters on his desk.

However, he chooses to neglect my presence, so I coughed this time. He still ignored me.

What kind of hotel is this??? No, I don't understand how one thing, I am a human too just like others who all are staring at me, then why?? This must be a very expensive five-star hotel in the country, but it lacks the basic thing, and that is the respect of humanity.

He cannot acknowledge my presence now, but I know one thing about the high-class society when I will declare myself associated with Jensen's everyone will applaud to presence.

"I am Ashely Brooke!" Then he looked up, he has horror in his eyes. Those hazel green eyes showed the reflection of light and then it became dark again.

"Please accept my apology for my behaviour, Ms Brooke," he cleared his throat again,

"I hope you wouldn't mention my name to Mr Jensen,"

Oh dear, what started as a hopeless case for me turned into smitten laughter.

"Only on one condition Samuel, I want you to give me access to room no. 107," I declared.

He hesitated for a second but gave me anyhow because I know if he didn't give me then there might be chances of him losing his job.

He gave me access, more than that, he gave me a separate key to the room.

With the determination in my eyes and the power of the universe to save my house in my shoulders I grabbed my bag with much strength and walked towards the elevator.

Inside it, there were two women hooked into gossiping.

"Did you hear Blake Jensen is about to engage a roadside girl," they started laughing.

"But I must say,  Blake Jensen is a very kind man when every other industrialist is busy throwing themselves to models, he chose a poor girl to get engaged," I saw admiration In their eyes.

They are thinking that Blake Jensen is a saint, who has a heart of gold, who is very kind, and I even heard they want him to be the president of this country.

These ladies are nuts! H

Now, I understood why he was very keen for me to act in a certain way because due to his scandal with me, no one is talking about his character with women in past. The way his name is associated with every single model of New York City.

What a player he is!

Anyways, this is not the right time to think about him, I should move very fast to catch that landlord and make him pay whatever he did to me early in the morning.

I reached the floor where room no. 107 Was.

I was nervous,  hideous I would say, I was crumbling from head to toe, and my mind was shifting in all the directions from here to there.

I saw the painting, those paintings which I have seen in movies, not in real life, and an expensive vase holding beautiful flowers of the country.

I have heard in past, the flowers are here especially imported from Switzerland, for their customers.

I didn't realise when I reached Number 107.

Should I knock?

Maybe I should not!

Chances are less to get open for me. therefore,  I am going to insert the key directly.

With a sound of a click, it gets opened.

"Good Morning, Ms Brooke, I was waiting for you,"

A tall man, in shadows, was staring outside the window, I was not able to see his face, but for some reason, his voice sounds familiar to me.