Chapter 49: Chapter 49

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I glared hard at him.

"Have you lost your mind?" I growled. Yes, I was mad! Mad because he was the one who asked me to accompany him then out of nowhere he decided to have a chit-chat with Sophia.

How dare he?

He ordered me so that he could make me a laughing stock. And I won't let that happen.

If he wants to play with fire then let him play because he doesn't know his hands will be burned at the hand.

"Why? I am perfectly fine. Ms Brooke," he cleared his throat but his hands were doing something else.

I felt a cold touch through my knees to my upper thigh. It made me shiver from head to toe.

What is he doing?

"What are you doing? Get off me now!" I uttered.

However, it came more like a whisper. It was barely audible to me.

"What I am doing?" His eyes were twinkling from amusement, his breathing was shallow. His chest was rising from up to down.

So he wants me to confess that his touch was affecting me? On dear, he made me his fiancee. Why not tease him then?

I roamed my hand through his back in a way to feel his body. Which was very stiff. I felt him relaxing under my touch and his heaviness of breath was about to go until I punched him hard on his back.

"Ouch! What the hell is wrong with you?" He whined.

"Nothing, dear!" I patted my eyelashes to him.

He cannot argue about this now, he can only remain silent and if he attempted to speak then I will repeat it.

He cleared his throat then looked at me again.

He got up and commenced jerking his coat.

What was he trying to do? What's in his mind?

"What are you doing?" I asked him, crossing my arms across my chest in an arguing manner.

"You should behave properly. I don't want any trouble here!"  Why? Is there something important to happen today? And if yes then what it is?

"What about today?"

I cleared my throat. My hair was open now, and I just slightly combed instead they were wild as I am a madwoman.

"You should see your image," he gave me a look. The look was telling me that he was disgusted to see my image. He gave me a look that was telling me he is not at all pleased and will never be if I didn't do anything to make my hair.

But I liked it!

His jaw was clenched. He was not smirking anymore, still, his orbs were diluted for some reason.

"I am not keen to see my image, because I hardly care about it!" I declared while walking towards the small high window that was situated high on the wall.

"Then I must say, you should start cleansing yourself immediately. We have an even attend tonight!" With that, he dialled the number on his cell phone and walked away.

How can he be so arrogant? He could have told me about the event, given me all information related to it, and in a precise manner he could have told me about my appearance, but no! He had to be a jerk!

I walked towards the giant mirror that was hung on the purple painted wall. I looked at myself, from my eyes to my hair. I was looking like an ape with no future and past.

Maybe he was right, but he should have said that in a gentlemanly manner.

Oh, I am an idiot! To whom I was expecting? Mr Blake Jensen being. Gentleman? That cannot happen not even in billion years.

And he must be talking to his girlfriend Sophia!

The blonde girl is a top model of the famous magazine.

I have a long day to myself. So why not utilize it to explore the beauty of London?

I can do everything I have always wanted to do. All alone!

A wide smile spread across my face. Making me jump with joy.

I started dancing and reciting a melody that I used to hear from my mother when I was a child then I went washroom to clear my skin. The skin which was glowing at some time is pale now. My eyes didn't have the spark which I had before.

I should do something, I need to enjoy this day as much as possible because I m clueless about the duration of this trip.

He is a brainless man. What if he declared that we have to leave tomorrow then I will be regretful for the rest of my life. So! This is the correct time to utilize this opportunity.

I wore a bathrobe and started exploring any outfit which I am going to wear while taking a troll on the road.

Then I realised he was the one who didn't let me carry my bag. So, I am without clothes here?

Those clothes which I was counting on before are wet now.

And I cannot roam in this bathrobe on the streets of London then what should I do?

Suddenly my eyes went to the suitcase that was on the bed. To be more precise, it was his suitcase in the proud condition staring at me in all its glory.

You cannot do that!

My inner voice warned me. And my heart was thumping in my chest too loudly to do what I was thinking.

It's bizarre and hard to believe but when you have no choice, and no option to tackle, you have to do what the whole universe is inclining you to do.

I stomped on my feet and proud myself of my impression of tackling in these circumstances.

I took a step forward, took a hold of his suitcase, only to find it unlocked.

Maybe, God is with me too to ease my struggle.

I found a plain white shirt, a blue waistcoat and a blazer.

Just perfect. But it doesn't match the length.  He is taller than I am, I need to pair it up with heels.

Thankfully, I had my bag with me. I remember I had my heel inside it when it was hurting me too much.

I wore his suit and twirled in front of the mirror. I was looking like a businesswoman with power and pride.

Ha! He will never expect me to wear his clothes, if he would see me like this he would have fainted soon.

I gave myself a triumphed smile and patted my back. I am so proud of myself.

My hair was still wet, I even took his sunglasses so that nobody can recognize me,  not even the paparazzi and Blake Jensen himself!

Then I took my bag and walked out of the room. The door was locked now. I don't have the keys, neither do I want nor care as I know I will be back before he returns.

I used the elevator and within a second I was on the ground floor where everyone was engulfed in reading the newspaper and drinking hot coffee. To see everyone enjoying peacefully their morning and having breakfast, I realised I have not eaten anything since the last night, and the man who dragged me with him didn't have any gesture to offer me a peaceful breakfast despite now my state.

Forget him!

He doesn't deserve even my resemblance.

I will eat something on my own while exploring the beautiful London city.