Chapter 52: Chapter 52

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He was glancing outside the window.

There was no light in the room, not even a glimpse of shine.

My heart was thumping in my chest, I was anxious to see him and I should have reached here before him. Now, he will ask me! He will ask me various questions.

And I don't understand how could he within a second reach near to the window. His back was on me and in his lean posture he was holding a cigarette and letting out a puff of smoke.

He should stop using this cautious element.

"Where were you?"  A cold voice, hard as stone, shrieked me from thunder and I gulped in horror.

" Mr Jensen, are you okay?" I tried to utter in my crumpled voice, something is not right here. The aura the weather everything is damned. He is making me anxious.

And the cigarette in his making me but even more in anger. I wanted to put some sense in him, in his stone head that he is making his health suffer.

I wanted to snatch that cigarette from his hand and throw it away somewhere so that he can never find it out.

Maybe I should do it! After all, I am his fiancee aren't I?

in a second I was near him and in a swirling moment, I snatched that cigarette which he was smoking and threw it away outside the window.

"What the hell?" He moved his head, only to shamelessly stare at me.

Oh shit, I forgot that I was wearing his clothes.

Now only good know-how is he going to react. I need to change the topic right now! I need to divert his mind before he can make accusations against me.

"You shouldn't smoke Mr Jensen, it is injurious to health," I tried to act as normal as possible while showing concern for me.

He raised one of his eyebrows to ask me who gave me the authority to decide what is good for him or not? And why I was creating such a fuss for just a single cigarette.

"I am your fiancee, I need to look into this matter," without thinking anything else I blurted out and regretted it later. What the hell did I say? Now, he must do an inevitable thing to demolish me, of makes fun of me.

At least his mind is diverted, I relaxed for a second while taking deep breaths but my moment of satisfaction went away too soon when he encircled me by my waist pushing me onto the wall.

"Yes, you are right. You are my fiancee," he gently stroked my lower lip through his thump making my heart beat faster even more.

"And these clothes suits best onto you," he stared at me from head to toe with a smirk on his face. Tightening his hold on my waist. His eyes were dark there was a storm in them which made me more anxious.

"And you must know that as you said, you are my fiancee then this shouldn't be a wrong thing to do,"

"What- " before I could complete the sentence he placed his lips over mine angrily. I could feel the anger, the frustration, the hunger in his fierce kissing.

I have pressed on the wall again, both hands were now pinned over my head by one of his hands and another one of his was caressing my thighs.

Oh my God! What the hell is he doing? He is making me weak! I want to push him hard and smack on his face.

But his fierce touch was burning me from head to toe. His tongue was exploring my mouth in a battle with my tongue and then he licked my lower cup caressing my thigh with more gentleness.

I was kissing him back. I didn't realise when and why I started it but in the end, I was responding to his passion.

I lost my balance somehow, and a slight push made him fall on the bed with me on top. Now his hands were all over my body, exploring every curve that I didn't know existed before. My blazer was on the floor. The top buttons of my shirt were undone and he was in the same condition.

No, I need to stop this before it gets too late! I need to stop it right now!

His head was buried on my neck and he was inhaling my scent. His hands were on his body making me burn in the fire.

I am here to take revenge on him! Not to get in a scandal with him! I need to hold a grip on myself and my hormones and stop him from doing such things.

Thank God for the almighty of the universe heard my prayer and my cell phone started ringing.

Making his eyes wide in shock, maybe he realised what he was doing that's why he muttered something ridiculous under his breath and got up while buttoning his shirt then he excused himself and went straight to the washroom.

I looked at the caller id and see it was Mr John steward, who was calling and saving me in this untangled position.

"Thank you, Mr steward," I whispered while panting. My breath was lost, I was frustrated and angry with myself! How the hell I wasn't able to control my hormones?

"Are you alright, Ashely? Why are you sounding anxious to me? " he was worried for me.

And how could I say to him that I m such a horrible woman who got influenced by his fake fiance? I am here to take revenge on him not to become his feast.

"I am alright John, I am occupied with something very important right now, I will call you later," I cut the call before he could ask whatever he has in his mind.

I need to freshen up! His clothes were making me insane. But I don't even have clothes with me! That bastard has done everything so that I could not escape from here.

"Get ready in ten minutes. We have to go out!" I heard his deep voice.

And when did he come? I saw him, his wet hair, his chiselled face, his sleepy eyes and his pump lips which were on my lips half an hour ago!

Oh God, I need to stop thinking about him in any romantic manner. I don't want to have an actual affair with him. It will only demolish me.

"I don't have clothes!" I raised my voice with anger. How could he didn't let me pack my bags? Who is he?? The fucking blame Jensen!

"That would not be a problem. Here, take this and get ready," he gave me a dress.

Black off shoulder side slit cut dress. At least I have something to wear now!

But I am tired to go anywhere and I wanted to sleep at least for half an hour

"I don't want to go. You can enjoy the night  by yourself!" I muttered.

"You have no choice darling. Do as I say, after all, I am your fiancee!" He was smirking! That jerk! It would be better if I let him smoke his lungs out. At least he would be dead rather than ruling my life.

But then I realise I didn't eat anything with Mr steward because of him and if he is ready to take me out to dine then why not?

At least I will not die from starvation.

"Fine," I muttered and snatched the dress from his hands. When his cold fingers touched my warm mine. A sudden jolt of current erupted in my body.

I went to the washroom to get ready, because hey! I cannot change my clothes ahead of him.

I quickly removed his clothes from my body and took a short shower while cleaning my body with warm water.

His touch was still there on my body, I still remember how seamlessly his hands were roaming on my body, as he was praising me for who I am.

However, I need to wash his touch, to remove the memory from my existence.

I wore the dress and looked at myself in the mirror. The reflection on mine was making me burn even more.

My eyes were wet, they had a rage in them. My plump lips were pinkish. My skin was crystal clear and in the black colour, I was looking like a goddess.

My collarbones were shining brightly making everyone stare in them purposely and the slit in the dress was making anyone peek to catch a glimpse of my long legs.

"Ms Brooke, we are getting late!" I heard his impatient voice,

I hurried, my hair was still wet, so they were open to get dry. I unlocked the door and found him on the floor.

What the hell he was doing on the floor?

He adjusted his tie and got up.

Cleared his throat glaring at me from head to toe. The man in his beaming silent voice whispered something under his breath. But it sounded marvellous to me.