Chapter 56: Chapter 56

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As I landed my foot on the ground I felt reluctant about the obviousness of my life.

I am pleased to announce that the man who was behind me acting as an investigator is finally gone.

The air around me is free now. I can finally take a breath here with my open arms.

This floor was empty but I can hear something. Water was dripping from one of the washrooms.

I don't understand the fact that how can this hotel which is possibly one of the adequate hotels in the country can have such brokerages that are unsuited?

Anyways I moved to go in the direction of the sound so that I could understand what are the consequences I am willing to face while making my statement here.

I was struggling to find the washroom when the voice got detached making me realise someone must be there that's why the noise got stopped.

I struggled in vain to find the cubicle washroom about which a servant told me.

Then my eyes landed on the tremendous painting on the wall. It looked strange to find such a painting on the wall.

It was expensive and looked as it has been recently hung on the wall.

However, I need not get suspicious. I need to get clean as soon as possible later to find Mr Jensen.

I took a long breath that I was holding for too long when I finally saw the cubicle washroom.

Finally, I glanced at my figure in the mirror to see my hair that we're tangled at the end.

I saw my eyes that were gleaming and the glow on my skin was ravishing me.

I washed my face with cold water to get at peace.

Now, I need to find Mr Jensen before he leaves me alone here.

Oh my God, I didn't realise what if he was piloting revenge on me? What if he planned this all along? What if he wanted to bring me to London to abandon me?

Rubbish!

This can not be true?

And if it is?

Mother of God please help me to identify the right path.

I got out only to find a furious Blake striding with his long legs from here to there in a corridor.

He didn't notice that I was here.

I heard him mumbling under his breath. His body was stiff as stone and sweat were all over his face.

Has he lost his temper?

Should I go and intrigue him?

What the hell is he doing here for an hour?

I need to know right now!

I went near to him, making no noises on my way as I didn't want him to get alert from my presence.

"Mr Jensen are you okay?" I tapped on his shoulder.

"I am adequately fine. But where were you, Ms Brooke?" He raised one of his eyebrows. Making me stumble on my thoughts regarding the fact that he was missing for too long and instead of giving me an explanation, he is asking me what I was trying to know!

"Where were you?" I uttered firmly with my quirky voice.

I could see the fainted signs of lipstick around his lips. I could smell the fragrance of a lady's perfume.

Even I could see a flock of golden hair on his coat.

He was making out, wasn't he?

How desperate is he?

How much desperate is he?

Such a pathetic person in the name of a man!

When he tried to say, I asked him to shut his mouth as soon as possible.

Such a lecherous bastard he is!

"You couldn't resist yourself right?" I raised my voice. My arms were crossed over my chest ensuring him that I am fucking damn serious!

I was supposed to deteriorate him and what did he do? Is out of the box!

Is Sophia here?

Or does he just make out with a random woman?

"It's not what its look like," his eyes were bored into me.

Oh! Now he has the guts to lie looking straight forward in my eyes.

"Oh shut up!" I shouted and punched him in his chest!

Maybe it is tequila or it's my temperament or the loose hormones that were telling me to beat the shit out of this man.

I punched two or three times before I hurt my knuckles making them turn red in rage.

I need to understand that he is like an iron man, his stiff body was too hard to bend. He didn't even flinch from his position in my desperate attempt of hurting him.

"Stop it right now Ms Brooke!"

I have already stopped idiot! Cannot you see that? I have hurt myself in the process of hurting you!

I didn't realise when I sat on the floor while mumbling bad words for him.

I was on the floor for a second before I could feel myself in the air. His strong arms were around me. He was carrying me in bridal style.

How dare he??

Such a pathetic bastard!

"Put me down! Put me down! Put me down you jerk!" I whined.

But he didn't listen to me until I felt a soft mattress under me.

We are in a room now, I was on the bed and he was locking the door. Then I saw him loosening his tie.

I saw his eyes, they were diluted and dark.

Oh no!

What the hell is he thinking?

I will kill him right here, right now with my own hands if he tried to do something with me.

"Blake Jensen if you tried to do something nasty with me then I will chop your body with my own hands remember that!" I declare in a serious tone.

He cannot do anything without my will!

"Calm down Ms Brooke," he whispered while sitting in the car peacefully.

Wow! What a personality switch!

Is he a man or a wizard?

"What do you mean?" I tried to gather myself to sit in a respectable position because last time I checked, my legs were on display and he was ogling them.

"I didn't do anything with any woman! I am not a monster!" He narrowed his eyes, of course, he was telling me that I did a very erroneous thing to judge him without hearing out the whole situation. Or maybe I falsely accused him of doing what he will never do?

"Then explain!" I muttered with caution, staring right into his dark eyes.

"I am afraid to admit that someone wants to ruin my figure!"

It's always about his figure in public! It's always about the way everyone looks at him! It's always about others, and the way they think of him!

Is he even living according to his will? Or he is just following the same pattern that is delicately described by society and his family?

"Any why does anyone wants to do so?" I was bored with his nonsense talking. I know he is trying to cover up what he has done so that he can still roam proudly on the same streets with the same glitter in his eyes.

"Because I am famous and rich!" the smirk on his face was telling me he is so proud of his popularity and wealth ness.

And how can he not?

when he can control other people's lives as they were dummies of his world.

"Thanks for telling me Mr Jensen because I wasn't aware of that!" I snapped back at him with my loud voice, the voice which could slice his heart If he has any.

"I found myself in the room alone and when I saw my figure in the mirror, I  realised what has been perpetrated!"

What?

"What do you mean?"  I rubbed my eyes in the process to listen to him very carefully.

"Someone spiked my drink and then what you saw and felt:  the lipstick sign, flock of hair and fragrance of ladies perfume was there."

He sounds serious, but what if he is lying?

What if he is making excuses to take advantage of you?

But he had many chances in past to take advantages

Then why now?

I stared into his eyes, for some reason I found warmness in them.